Protect the World

Chapter 1:

I sat up in my cot, my eyes were wide open and I was breathing heavily. A nightmare had gotten me up earlier before my companions, but like most nightmares you see it once when you are asleep, and then it leaves you once you wake up. I looked around, my heart was still beating fast, and all I heard was the sound of soft snoring coming from Goldenwing, a Pikachu, to the left of me. Flame, a Cyndaquil, layed to the right of me. His back was to Gold who layed across from him, and he was facing the wall.

I stood up slowly so that the boards under me feet wouldn't creak. It isn't always easy having three pokemon(even if we were quite small) living in our small base of operations for our rescue team. We were known as The Protectors, and we built up a lot of reputation for ourselves over these past few weeks. I began to think of the time when Gold and I had found Flame, he was in the middle of the meadow which was about a mile away from our base, he was dazed and almost as if he didn't know where he was.

I was thinking this over when I tripped over the rocks we had piled up next to our mailbox to keep it from blowing over in storms. I fell down, and shook my head before I got up.

"Nothing too bad," I thought, "just a scratch on my paw, we have certainly had worse." I didn't know what to do, it would be a few hours before Gold and Flame got up for our work. So I decided to check the mailbox, maybe a Pelipper from the post station had delivered the mail while we were asleep. I went over to the mailbox and opened it, nothing was inside except a small grey envelope that managed to blend in with the night. I didn't want to disturb Flame and Gold with the noise of opening a letter, so I quietly opened it next to our mailbox. The letter inside was on a light blue paper with darker blue as the border. The leader read:

"Dear Protectors,

I need an urgent word with you, so I tried to send this letter as early as possible so when you wake up you may come to me quickly. I fear as though I have not been completely honest with you guys, and me keeping my beak shut may have worse consequences than I could have ever imagined. I need you to come as soon as possible, tell no one why you are visiting me, and make sure you bring no followers. This may end up being more than a matter of the Pokemon in our small town, this could end up involving Pokemon all over our world.

With Urgent Regards,

Xatu"

I looked up from the letter, and around a few times. Making sure no one else from town was near me, I looked back down at the letter and read it three maybe even four more times. I don't know what he meant by bigger consequences than he could ever imagine, but if it was so urgent, I decided he could tell me and I would pass along the message once Flame and Gold got up.

I set off for town which was to the east of our base, it wasn't far away, it was just about quarter of a mile or so. I arrived in the town, and everywhere was still asleep. The Kecleon store was built into the Kecleon brothers' house, both doors were closed and the window sills were shut. Across from them Persian's bank was shut, and I could hear a small snoring coming from inside. That Pokemon loved to do whatever it could to get her hands on money, even if it meant running a bank to do so. In between the Kecleon shop and the bank was a path north where Whiscash lived, who was the oldest one in our town. He likes to tell tales of old to all the young ones who came by to pay him visits; however, he went out through the small opening at the bottom of the pond that he made so he could still go into the wide world and not just be crammed up in our town's not so big pond. So, this was the perfect place that Xatu could meet us, to tell us what was so urgent.

Xatu was sitting on an elevated platform just above Mr. Whiscash's pond.

"Ah, my young Sylveon," he said to me without turning around, I always wondered how he knew who was coming when they didn't say anything. "I was expecting all of The Protectors, but I guess you were the only one awake to get my message Blue." Names are weird, wanted to know why most Pokemon kept their species name, but some were named other things like me, Flame, Gold, and some others. I would ask my parents but I never got to meet when I was younger. The one who took care of me was always kept close to my heart, and helped me to see that being on a Pokemon rescue team is a great way to spend life. Helping others is th-

"I see that your thoughts have trailed off young one." he said more authoritatively, I jumped a little startled.

"My apologies Xatu," I told him, "I didn't mean to have my thoughts go off like that."

"No apologies needed boy, we were all young once and we all had our minds drift away from us, even mine did so and it still does today. Now on to the pressing matters, did anyone follow you?"

"No," I replied, at least I don't think so.

"Good, now has Gold ever told you of the day he met Flame?"

"He has once, he told me he found him lying in a meadow, and he was dazed, like almost as if he didn't know where he was," I began to tell Xatu, "and he also told me, he didn't seem to know who he was or what he was, but after a second he seemed normal after that, then they went on their adventure to save the Cater-"

"Er, well, yes I know that." He replied cutting me short.

"Oh." I said slightly blushing and my ears drooped down next to my head until the tips of them where a little past my eyes. An old habit I learned whenever I was embarrassed or sad, I have tried to drop it but old habits never really go away. After a minute, I returned to my normal stature and my ears went back to where they were, a bit above the top of my head.

"Well anyway," He said pushing aside what just happened, "Gold has never told you what I'm about to tell you because even he doesn't know." I was listening wide eared to him, what could possibly be so bad it threatens the entire world beyond our own secluded one. "Flame isn't what he seems, he may look, talk, and act like a Pokemon in every way possible, but Flame is actually well, a human." I just stared at him, but I didn't realize I was walking backwards until, SPLASH! I fell into the pond.

I held my breath, shook my head under water to recollect what Xatu had just told me, then came up from the water forgetting I couldn't breathe under it. I gave a loud gasp, and came out of the water. My ears drooped over my eyes, and my bow seemed to just be a never-ending waterfall of water droplets. I gave a hard shake to get all the water off me, and then I puffed up like a big pink and white cotton ball.

"Great." I thought, and looked over at Xatu, he was brushing some of the water off of himself. "Sorry Xatu." I said to him apologetically.

"It's fine," He replied to me, "At least I don't look like a cat who had just come out of a bath." Xatu put up one of his wings to try to hide the small laugh that he gave while I rolled my eyes, then he returned back to what he was telling me before I took my unexpected bath. I pushed my ears off of my eyes and listened some more.

"I don't know the full story, but it was prophesized that a human would pull one of the tails of the mystical Nine Tails, wanting to punish the human for disobeying all the tales of 'if you ever meet the Pokemon with nine tails, don't pull one because it will have major consequences.' Well, I don't know exactly what happened because Nine Tails was going to kill the human, but something stopped him from doing so and Nine Tails's magic simply made the human into a pokemon, but the transformation was not overnight, it took years to complete. Then something happened that he got moved into that meadow, I don't know the story, but I think Whiscash knows it so you might be able to ask him when he returns." My fur was calming down now, now I looked like someone had pet a dog the wrong way and it was sticking out a bit.

Ignore my fur I asked him, "So what was the urgent thing that could danger the lives of the entire Pokemon world?" It was almost too casual and not a 'We are Going To DIE!' kind of way.

"Flame's transformation had but the world off balance, causing the nature to try and retaliate by either killing off enough humans and pokemon to restore the balance, or kill Flame himself."

"Certainly it would be a one for one kind of deal right?" I asked, "Like one person was turned into a pokemon so only one has to die to fix the balance."

"Well magic works as magic does," Xatu replied with a stern face, "having a human or pokemon born into the world is one thing, but when they are transformed into the other, then the world is over done by the amount of magic it takes and the world must balance this overdose of magic by killing off those naturally born into their lives which only provide a little magic. Does that make since Blue?"

"I guess so," I replied, "but I have one question. If our world is so heavily dominated by life magic, then surely there must be some more worth than others."

He was about to open is beak to speak when the town bell made a loud ring. "We have run out of time," He said in a panic, "tell no one in town what I have told you tonight, and make sure to rush straight home. Do you understand me Blue?" And with that, he took high into the air, and flew back towards his home on the top of the mountain.

I ran back to the town, but not before I turned my head to give one last look at the platform where we had talked for hours, and I couldn't stop thinking about what Xatu told me about Flame. As I ran through town, all seemed quite, it was almost too quite. But, I paid little mind to that as I had to run back to the base before Flame and Gold got up, it was a good thing they like to sleep in a little bit after the bell rings. I ran fast in order to make it back to the base before they could wake up, the bow around my neck bas bending backwards towards me do to the little wind that was created from me running.

Running up to the base, I picked up the letter and envelope that I just left on the ground when I had to quickly make my way to Xatu, I hurriedly went inside and stuffed the letter under my mattress, and just sat and thought about what would happen and how we were going to deal with this. I was alone with my thoughts for about thirty minutes, when I saw Gold's head come off of his pillow, and he gave yawn and stretched his arms.