A Bagon limped towards a rocky path, winding its way towards the top of a mountain. Bruises, barely visible, wound their way up the Pokemon's stubby arms, towards his neck and cuts, which glistened bright red, covered his stomach and jaws. The Bagon paused for a moment, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. His eye wandered back to the mountains, their peaks looking like they touched the cloudy sky. Grimacing to himself, the Pokemon took one last long breath, and continued on. While he walked, his thoughts wandered; what had happened that morning came flooding back to him.

"Hey mom, where's dad?" The small Bagon asked, not bothering to glance at his mother, as he riffled through an old bag, its side fringed rom all the love it had received. "I haven't seen him since breakfast, and I want him to see all the food I found." As he spoke, he took out a number of berries, all different colors. He set them in an indent in the wall, next to the other herbs that his mother had found.

His mom flinched, her red leather wings twitching slightly. "W-well, um... er..." Her voice died down instantly, making the Bagon swing his red eyes up. His mother had never been the one to quiet down so quickly; she had always been the blunt one, the one who would say anything that had been on her mind. His mother opened her mouth again, and her words were barely audible, "I-I don't know where he is..."

The Bagon's attention was captured, and he stood up suddenly, his eyes wide in terror. He had heard of the dangers of going out into parts of the Perstinus Region; evil Pokemon lurked there, ready to spring on you and hurt you. "Is dad ok?" The small Bagon demanded. Before his mother could answer, the front door banged open, flushing out the candles', which hung on the walls, flames. The Bagon hurriedly glanced at the door, hope sparking in his chest. Before he could race towards the door, his mother held him back with her claws. Glancing up at her, he saw true fear dancing in his mother's eyes.

"Danniel, listen to me," She hissed, swinging her eyes back to him and lowering her head so that they were eye-level. "Under no circumstance, do I want you to talk to your father. No matter what, do you understand me?" Even though her voice had returned to normal, her eyes shook with fear The Bagon blinked slowly, not understanding. Though, he nodded, knowing that there was no way on Arceus' green Earth that his mother would allow him to say no.

His father appeared in the doorway, his cold blue eyes met the Bagon's, and seemed to scorch the small Pokemon's body, then flickered to his mate's protective stance. "Why do you hide behind your mother, Danni?" His father asked his voice almost calm. A cruel smile appeared, transforming his normal tender face into something monstrous. "It's just me, not some scary foe," He purred, his voice sounding like silk as he dipped his head until they were level with the small Bagon's red eyes.

"Jacen, where have you been? I've been looking all over for you," His mother asked, whisking her tail around Danni, trying even harder to almost hide their son from.

His father paused, his eyes flicking towards his mate again. He stood up taller, and his eyes narrowed with every inch he stood straighter, until they were slits. "I don't need to tell you that," He spat, venom weaving its way into his voice. "You don't need to worry about what I do or not."

"What if we were attacked again?" His mother demanded, her voice shaking. "I couldn't have fought back, and you know it."

"I can't do everything for you! I have a job, where I need to stay and keep watch!" He shouted back, ember sparking from his jaw.

"Keep watch over what?! That new assistant you have?" Her voice rose, until she was shouting.

"Don't bring Crystal into this conversation!" He snapped, his eyes flashing brightly. Danni squeezed his eyes shut, willing the screaming to die down. "And you, what has your mother been telling you?" Suddenly, Danni was pulled out from his mother's tail, teeth digging into the small Bagon's neck. He yelped in surprise as he was tossed to the floor. His neck seared as he blinked through tears, and sat up.

"Stop that!" His mother shrieked, her voice piercing Danni's ears. "You're hurting him!"

"He's my son, and I can do whatever I want to him!" His father roared. Swinging his head around to face his son, he thrusted his face in front of Danni's face. "Answer me! What did she tell you?!" Though, Danni stayed quiet, trembling from head to toe. "I said answer me!" His father hissed, raising his claws in the air and bringing them down onto Danni's shoulder.

Pain exploded onto his shoulder, and bright lights danced in his vision as he was repeatedly swiped and yelled at. Through the whole ordeal, Danni spoke no words; he forced himself to not even scream, though bright tears danced in his eyes. After what seemed to be a long time, the weight suddenly stopped. Danni, through his tears, saw his father breathing heavily. Without another word his father left, looking still furious.

Danni hefted to his feet, though collapsed on the ground again, pain enabling him to stand. He glanced up at his mother, and whispered, "Mother...I." His mother looked away, and left Danni in the room without another word.

He had left home a while after what had happened, with his bag full of the berries he had collected before. As soon as he was out, he had stopped by the forest to pick up some of the herbs where he knew his mother had grown them. There, he had used leaves he had found on the ground, washed them in the stream, and with the herbs he had found, chewed them up, and placed the herbs on his cuts and covered the herbs with the leaves. For a while, he had just sat there, clenching his teeth as the herbs burned his cut.

While he had sat there, he made a small map in his mind, and picked a location where he would stop for the night. Finally, the small Bagon had stood up, after a few minutes of sitting there. Grabbing the bag and slinging it over his shoulder, he had found the path, and had started to walk towards his destination.

Danni glanced up at the sun, setting below the Earth, casting orange and pink shadows in the sky and on top of the snowy peak of the mountains. After a moment of standing there, he finally glanced back at the mountain, already knowing where he wanted to go; he knew someone in the town, encircling the mountains, who could help him.

His cuts still burned with every step he took, though he had a resolve in his mind to not turn back. Narrowing his eyes, the Bagon kept on his way, determined to make it to the town, and get away from his home.

(Later, once he meets his teammates, I'll add their stats and moves, etc. For now, enjoy and tell me where I need to work on.)