Ghosts of Dragons
A/N; I did this one about a year ago. Originally meant to be a short fic, I started expanding it in my mind and adding more plot to it until I had a full story set up. I expect to have this one finished around august (and this is the first time I'm setting myself a deadline, so you know I mean it). This was a clearly different style of writing than my normal stuff, so comment and let me know what you think.
It was almost always raining near the weather institute. Angela rode her bicycle through the downpour on her way back to Fortree City. The sun had gone down only minutes ago and the orange glow still hinted daylight across the horizon. Lightning struck every few seconds in the distance.
Angela's Persian and Sceptile were exhausted. They had spent most of the afternoon out looking for Feebas, but instead had found only Carvanha and Tentacool in the nearby river, with an occasional Magikarp. She wasn't interested in any of them.
Carvanha evolved into Sharpedo, which although fast and powerful, was severely lacking in stamina, and had the risk of fainting against any attack with moderate force. No, Sharpedo wouldn't fit in her team at all. Tentacool were another speedy water-type, but they had little to no attack power, and relied solely on their ability to withstand attacks with moves like Barrier and Light Screen. Magikarp had potential when evolving into Gyarados, but the waiting-period for the evolution wasn't worth it in her opinion. She would much rather go for the fourth option.
Feebas evolved into the majestic pokemon, Milotic. It had speed, considerable attack power, and stamina to boot. It was everything she could ever want! Feebas also mysteriously evolved through the use of pokeblocks. If you fed a Feebas lots of Blue pokeblocks, it would evolve into Milotic in a matter of hours.
"Then I'll show Trent and his fire-types just how good a trasiner I can be…" Angela thought to herself as she crossed the last bridge before Fortree's city limits.
She saw lightning strike up ahead in the distance. As the flash illuminated the bridge up ahead she could see people. There was a large group together on the far end of the bridge facing a lone figure. She could feel tension between them as she got nearer, and the echo of voices became distinct.
"… don't care who you are or where you came from, but you have a lot to answer for, kid! That box had plenty of valuable stuff in it, and we intend to get it back!" shouted a voice from the mob of shadows.
A thief? She considered. After all, thievery was common in the Hoenn region, more recently than ever.
The figure replied. It was a boy's voice, and even though she couldn't hear what was said, the reaction from the crowd wasn't pleasant.
"You wanna try taking on all of us?" One of them shouted out. The man's friends laughed aloud and drew from their belts pokeballs.
Angela stopped her bicycle and dismounted. She couldn't afford to get near a battle with her pokemon in the condition they were in. She backed away a few paces before stopping and focusing on the situation again. The boy had made another response, reaching for his belt and removing a single round sphere from it's slot. He held it out for the crowd to see, challenging them.
They seemingly flinched, but threw their pokeballs anyway. There were dozens of flashes as the balls struck the ground and creatures took shape on the bridge between the boy and the gang. Angela could see Aggron and Blaziken among the mass of pokemon that had been released to attack the boy. The Aggron's armor was tough and thick, able to withstand most attacks head-on. A Rhyhorn charging at full speed would have a hard time making an Aggron loose an inch of ground without resorting to non-physical attacks. Blaziken were a different story, they were fast and agile, and didn't need heavy defenses like Aggron because of their speed and powerful limbs.
These guys were serious. Angela was completely out of her league with this mob. She looked back at the boy and felt a little sorry for him.
The boy tossed his pokeball, to the bridge, and with a flash a snake-like creature formed. Blue scales and a yellow underbelly wove through the air towards the group of trainers. Angela saw that it was a Gyarados- but, something seemed wrong with it. As the red-light of it's release dimmed, it's outline almost seemed to... distort. She could see faint flashes of green light underneath it's scales.
I don't have time for this, she heard the boy now, clearly, almost as if he was standing right beside her. The voice was crisp and sharp. Gyarados, use Draco Meteor.
