Hello, I am a new writer here. Actually, I am in here for a long time now but never have the skill neither the motivation to write a story. However, due to many inspirations and great fanfics from others, I decide to write a story of my own.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.


Chapter 1: The Entrance to the Tunnel

"Father! Mother! I am back home."

I call out to my parents, whose are the only two Flygon here in Mahi Mahi desert. This is due to the rarity of us dragon types. In this region called Artern, dragons are well respected because of our superior strength. We can hunt other species of Pokemon with ease and I feel fortunate for that.

"Dinner is ready, Aero." Mother replies back.

I look at the food, which is a Remoraid again…

"Can't I have something else. I get to eat a Remoraid for the seventh consecutive time in the whole week." I moan and look at the Remoraid again, it has claw marks over it and doesn't seem appetizing at all.

"Why don't hunt it yourself then?" Father scolds me with a patronizing tone. "You realize that most of the land Pokemon in Mahi Mahi Desert are our acquaintances and it is easier to hunt these weak Pokemon right?"

"Of course, but could we have some variety at the very least?" I ask.

"Besides that, there is another reason why we can't hunt other Pokemon beside water types" he answers with his lips tremble for a moment. Is it fear? My father usually is a prideful Flygon. The mysterious reason behind this hunting convention must be of dire consequences for him to be scared like that. I decide to not pursue for anymore answers.

I try to tear the meat but as a Vibrava, I don't exactly have the sharpest claw. Therefore, I need to rely on my saliva acid to break it down before chewing. I wish that I could evolve into a Flygon like my parents already, we could fly together and they could teach me other skills. Speaking of skills, my parents always want me to develop a career of my own. In this era, we are a bit more civilized. I hear stories from my parents about the past. Apparently, Pokemon always kill and hunt each other ruthlessly. There is a long lived grudge between many species. For example, the Garchomp, Hydreigon and Salamence abuse Flygon and other weak dragon types. Afterwards, somehow we stop hunt other Pokemon for sustenance. Well some species are exempted, while some are not. I don't really understand it. However, all of these conflicts couldn't be that bad right?

"Aero, are your artistic skills getting better?" Mother asks out of curiosity.

"Well, Mr. Smeargle said that I should be decent enough at it to the point where he doesn't need to teach me anymore. Practice makes perfect after all."

"Son, tonight you should thank Mr. Smeargle, he did teach you for free after all." Father considerately brings up a good point.

Mr. Smeargle is a generous fellow, he enjoys helping others without expecting anything in return. I believe he is going to leave Mahi Mahi Desert sooner or later to meet up with his family in Ganchor City. I never see Ganchor City, it is supposed to be the capital city of Artern and where the royal family live. My parents don't seem to like the royal family. It could be because they consist of Garchomp and our species never really like them.

After finishing my food, I bid my leave and travel to Mr. Smeargle's home. Outside of the cave I live in, sandstorms and mountains surround me in this vast and endless desert. Mahi Mahi Desert is a beautiful place with many oases (filled with drinkable water). This place truly is rich with natural resources. As a result, I wonder why visitors are scarce. Perhaps, travelers are commonly fooled to think the resources are products of their imagination. After all, most of them aren't ground types and aren't used to living here. Mr. Smeargle is a special exception from all the Sandile, Diglett and Baltoy that live here. He probably doesn't seem to be pleased with urban life. Regardless, it is nice to have a mentor that isn't scared of me like the other ground types.

From my memory, I once draw a picture of Mahi Mahi Desert with paint from Mr. Smeargle. I would try to emphasise on the beautiful atmosphere. The clean, undisturbed waters. The protective sandstorms that increase my Special Defense. Drawing really calm my nerves from the troubles of life.

Travelling through the desert is no big deal for a dragon-ground type like me. I can fly or simply use my good vision in the area. Mr. Smeargle's house is located in an oasis nearby me. It is built with sandstones and can blend well with the surroundings. Next to the house, some trees and plants can be seen. I think it is a miracle that these type of things can grow in a desert. Hopefully, this very same miracle can bring my life happiness.

"Aero, what makes you decide to come over at nighttime, danger lurks everywhere" Mr. Smeargle warns.

"Well, I expect you to leave sometime soon so I come here to thank you for all you have done. I truly appreciate your lessons."

"It is no big deal but hurry up before evil Pokemon see you" Mr Smeargle looks around while advising me to leave.

"Thanks for the warning but Mahi Mahi Desert is usually a safe place" I assures him that nothing can go wrong.

"Don't be overconfident, suddenly and unexpectedly, horrible incidents can occur" Mr. Smeargle gives me the final warning.

"If it makes you feel comfortable, I will leave now." I wave to him for the last time before returning home. It is a shame that my visit is cut short.

The atmosphere changes in the returning trip. It is getting eerie; is it just my imagination? It is oddly silent as sandstorms stop in a standstill. The sand is stiff as each single step feels weird. The locals all disappear. No Diglett digging tunnels and underground. No Baltoy floating, doing whatever they please. No Sandile out hunting for food. Except…

In the distance… I saw a group of Pokemon surreptitiously surrounding my cave. There is a Kingdra, an Octillery, a Blastoise and a Crawdaunt. Due to my natural instinct (and Mr. Smeargle warning), I immediately use Dig to get closer to them without being spotted. After a moment, I can hear voices.

"Look what we have here, a couple of Flygons that think they are superior to all of us" Kingdra mocks my parent.

"Intruders, how dare you try to attack us!" Father threatens them.

"We should be the one asking the question! How dare you…" Octillery is about continue but Crawdaunt cuts him off.

"Pointless new recruit, I doubt that you even have the right to say anything. They are going to die anyway, why don't you three try to kill these pathetic Flygons. It is not worth my time."

"Insolence! Do you really underestimate us that much?" Father shouts at them.

"General Crawdaunt, let us demonstrate our power. You can simply watch as we obliterate these fools." Blastoise brags while trying to flex his muscles. "General Kingdra, even if you are the weakest of the three generals, these imbeciles are still no match for you. Let us take care of the job."

At this point, my anxiety escalates. What if my parents can't beat them? It is a four against one after all or is it two against two? I peek from underground a bit, hoping to witness the situation much closer. Hopefully, they won't see me.

"Why would you insult…" Kingdra tries to argue but a stare from Crawdaunt shuts him up.

Suddenly, Octillery utilizes the element of surprise and blast Octazooka at my parents. A jet of black inks splash in their face, blinding them temporarily.

"Dirty tactics" Mom groans as she tries to rub the ink out of her face.

The Blastoise then combos with Hydro Pump, blasting them with high pressure water. I am shaking as the blast left a cloud of smoke. They are strong, I reassure myself. They will be alright. To my delight, both of them rush out of the smoke with Dragon Claw, slashing Octillery and Blastoise. Octillery body is blasted away due to the impact. A bloody claw mark appears on his body. On the other hand, Blastoise seems uncomfortable, but no major damage is seen.

"Argh! My Defense isn't high enough to endure this." Octillery screams to my pleasure.

"But my Defense is high enough. Let me see how you can handle this Flygon." Blastoise withdraws into his shell and spin around like a move called Rapid Spin? I look at many moves from books but my knowledge is still limited. To my dismay, Octillery gets up and charge a Hydro Pump.

The Blastoise tries to ram into my parents. However, my mom uses Dragon Pulse to slow him down. In a brilliant display of teamwork, my dad uses Dragon Claw to strike Blastoise back at Octillery that blasts the Hydro Pump.

"Don't come this way, change your direction." Octillery shouts.

"I can't" The Blastoise says before crashing into Octillery. The impact knocks them both out. I feel relief and glad but there is still two of them left. I must have confidence in my own parents.

"Look like I need to take this to my extremities." Kingdra proceeds to confront my parent, until a hysterical laughter comes out of nowhere.

"Hahahaha…I never expect you pathetic Flygon to be at least decent. Looks like your blood is now worthy for me to drink." Crawdaunt walks in front of my parents and Kingdra retreats? Kingdra mumbles something which I can't hear clearly.

"Psychopath, what are you trying to accomplish?" Mother questions the Crawdaunt.

"Just showing the world that I am superior to all of you pathetic Pokemon. Witness my power." Crawdaunt suddenly appears in front of my mother and strikes her with a deadly Crabhammer. Blood…oozes out of her body. How could he be that fast and powerful?

"My dear! Are you alright?" Father shakes her anxiously.

"I am still alive. Look behind you!' Mother points out the Crawdaunt that swiftly strikes my Father with Night Slash from behind. Once again, blood oozes out of his body. I…I wish I could do something. Why am I paralyzed with fear like this?

"What a contemptible couple, getting distract in a battle, foolish." Crawdaunt insults my parents. How dare he? I hate it!

"At least our son is still alive." Mother utters those word out with discomfort before coughing out blood again. I won't forgive them…

"Hahaha…let us have a touching family reunion shall we?" What is that damn Crawdaunt talking about? He lifts up his pincers to use Crabhammer. However, to my surprise, he strikes the ground instead of my parents.

It generates a gigantic shockwave that propels me out of the ground. My parents are shocked. Even Kingdra is shocked. Crawdaunt is indifferent.

"Urgh, how did you realize I was there?" I am baffled that he is observant enough to notice my hiding spot.

"If you are sensitive enough, which you low life beings obviously aren't, you can detect movement underground." Crawdaunt retorted.

I learned this trick before but it usually works when you are detecting moving Pokemon like when Diglett make tunnels underground. I stay completely still and the hole that I peek out from to observe the situation is microscopic. Perhaps, I am overestimating my stealth. I make slight movements but could he really detect them?

"Son, run away now." Father shouts at me.

"Live Aero, live." Mother pleads.

"That won't be interesting, won't it? Don't cry, poor Flygon. I will let him live, he is too pathetic for me to kill. What is his age, 10?" Crawdaunt patronizes. I despise his mocking tone. For starters, I am 16. Evolving into your second stage at 10 is not easy unless you are a child prodigy or a bug type.

"Instead, I want him to be traumatized by witnessing both your deaths closely." Crawdaunt said.

I won't allow it. I use Dig to get underground and attack him but another shockwave send reality back to me.

"Aero, just accept defeat. We lost." Father mutters solemnly. This is so unlike him, how could he… "Avenge for us instead, become strong, don't forget the humiliation and agony we suffer from." Father said with confidence. This is more like him. I swear with my life, all of the Pokemon that contribute to this incident will receive no mercy.

As I look at my parents for possibly the final time. I notice their worn out expression. My mother cough out blood constantly. She doesn't seem to even have the energy left to speak. How could the damage be that severe? My father condition has worsened as he cough out blood as well. His eyes filled with pain, hatred, anger and humility. I never expect to lose my parents so soon… Couldn't we extend our time together for 10 years or so? I acknowledge that their opinions are exactly the same as mine. I know they are too embarrassed to show it. They want all of us to stay together longer as a family. They probably want to see what kind of Pokemon I become in the far future. This is the plight of parents that pass away so soon. I hate these heartless killers. I will show them what I will become in the future. I will become their worst nightmare.

"Is this all of your last moments? Pathetic, I have seen families that have a much more sympathetic and touching end." Crawdaunt states. In a quick succession, he uses Guillotine twice to chop my parents head off. Afterwards, he drinks their blood like a psychopath.

I shut my eyes to escape the brutal imagery. The cracking sound of their bones haunt me. I can't hold it in anymore. I promise my father that I will be strong. However, I cry and weep like a hatching. The tear flows down into the sand. This is degrading especially when I do it in front of my enemies.

"Aero, what happened? I hear loud noises from this direction." A familiar voice calls out to me. No, he shouldn't come here.

"Mr. Smeargle, it is too dangerous." I warn him. I couldn't afford to lose another Pokemon close to me. What would I do then? Many possibilities come to mind. Would I starve? Would I die?

"An interloper?" Crawdaunt assumes. "Are you his art teacher or something? It is very unlikely that a Smeargle will have other kinds of relationship with a Vibrava."

Mr. Smeargle look around trying to process the whole situation. "All four of you are water types, Aero parents are dead…" Mr. Smeargle analyses.

After an awkward, silent moment, Mr. Smeargle eyes open up. He must already reach a conclusion. "Are you four part of the Water Nation by any chance?" Mr. Smeargle asks. Kingdra, Blastoise and Octillery seem surprised. Each of them try to answer but Crawdaunt shush them.

"Of course." Crawdaunt answers in a very simple manner.

"Why would you kill Aero parents then? They don't seem to be the type to aggravate others. I thought the Water Nation exist to protect all the water types." Mr. Smeargle questions them.

"That is a misunderstanding. That is not our main goal." As Crawdaunt answers, Kingdra turn and leave. Octillery seems to want to say something but decided against it. Blastoise seems confused? What is going on? Do they all really want to speak the same thing? They will give the same answer as their 'General' regardless! What a weird evil organization. That doesn't matter, I will still take them down eventually.

"I guess I am gullible to think all of you exist for a good cause. Therefore, I will stand up against you and protect Aero." Mr. Smeargle tries to make his voice sound serious. Although, I can tell it that he is scared. Mr. Smeargle is not a fighter, I never see him fight once or hunt Pokemon. I think he is a pacifist. He eats berries, not meat.

"Mr. Smeargle, you can't be serious. They are even stronger than my parents. The Crawdaunt and Kingdra are both generals of whatever group they are part of." I persuade him to flee.

"Have some faith in me Aero, I have a plan." Mr. Smeargle give me a reassuring gaze. His eyes are filled with determination. While I want to trust him, I couldn't shake this feeling of inevitable loss.

"If you insist on fighting me, I will give you 3 minutes to freely attack me. Is that fair enough of a handicap?" Crawdaunt offers.

"You will regret underestimating me." Mr. Smeargle replies.

Mr. Smeargle first move make sense to me, he prepares for battle. By using Iron Defense 3 times and Calm Mind 6 times, I feel the odds are a bit more in his favor. These moves are definitely in Mr. Smeargle league. I doubt that someone like him will learn a lot of offensive moves. Still, he must have an ace up his sleeve to win this battle. This remind me of legendary Pokemon moves. Moves of legendary Pokemon are rumored to be divine. I know a few, Dark Void can put your opponents in an endless slumber, Oblivion Wing will suck the life force out of you. There is also my absolute favorite move, Dragon Ascent. It will obliterate anyone in your path. However, Artern is a region with no Legendary Pokemon. This might seem weird but I think they might move to other regions or disappear for a certain reason. However, our neighboring regions have a few legendary Pokemon though but I never see them. It must be a true miracle for Mr. Smeargle to learn these kind of moves.

It takes about 2 minutes to set up. Mr. Smeargle has no experience in battling and he has difficulty using Iron Defense and Calm Mind. Hopefully, he can now start attacking.

"Now, it is time for my ultimate move…" I get excited when Mr. Smeargle announces that. Crawdaunt anticipates the attack. It is as if he wants to see a very powerful move. Is he even scared of death?

"Thunder!" Mr. Smeargle screams as lightning form in the sky. Why Thunder is usually an impressive move, Mr. Smeargle manages to make it look useless. It might be because I am a ground type but I don't think Thunder is this slow of a move. Ten seconds in and lightning is still forming. Finally, the lightning falls from the sky in a sluggish manner. Crawdaunt slowly sidesteps away and still manage to dodge it. At least, It lands with a deafening sound that could have deal major damage if it hits.

"Forty seconds left, is this really all you got with six Calm Mind?" Crawdaunt taunts (not a move).

"I am just getting used to my move." Mr. Smeargle defends.

I seriously hope his last move is stronger than this. Or else…

"Lock On" Mr. Smeargle locks on to his target. His next move will never miss. Considering the type effectiveness of electric type moves against water type Pokemon and the six Calm Mind, Mr. Smeargle might have a chance. While the lightning still forms slowly, I check Crawdaunt reaction.

Crawdaunt is looking very bored and unimpressed. Is his Special Defense that high? The other members of 'Water Nation' doesn't show any reaction. I have my doubts but I still need to have some faith in Mr. Smeargle.

As Thunder gloriously rain down upon Crawdaunt but he doesn't move. As it gets closer, he uses a move that seals Mr. Smeargle fate.

"Protect" Crawdaunt drawls.

"Mr. Smeargle run now." I rush to Mr. Smeargle and nudge him to scram. He seems to understand and try to run but his speed is not very high. Each step in the sand is heavy as Crawdaunt starts the countdown.

"10"

I look back to see him start crawling slowly towards us.

"9"

Mr. Smeargle anxiety is shown in his face.

"8"

I just remember that Mr. Smeargle still need to visit his family in Ganchor City.

"7"

The other members of Water Nation are well aware of the outcome.

"6"

Mr. Smeargle trips and fall flat on the ground.

"5"

I try to help him get up.

"4"

Crawdaunt starts running at speed that easily put a Flygon to shame.

"3"

Mr. Smeargle get close to my eyes and whisper "Please tell my family in Ganchor City that I love them."

"2"

"No, you will be fine. Just keep running. I can't afford to lose you too."

"1"

Crawdaunt is within close proximity to us

"Zero"

Crawdaunt uses Guillotine and finish off Mr. Smeargle, causing his blood splash into my face. It is traumatizing. My vision is blurry with the color red. As I rub it off, the first thing I see are Crawdaunt's eyes. They are not an eye of a Pokemon.

"Aero," I hate the fact that he calls my name. "Why don't you become stronger? At this rate, you are pathetic. Revenge? You couldn't even at least put some more effort into protecting your parents." I fire Dragon Breath at him but he manages to tilt his head and dodge it. "I will wait until the day I see your pathetic face again." Crawdaunt then lean closer and whisper into my ears. "I will give you a handicap as well." He leaves a sharp metal object. It looks like a tip of blade.

Crawdaunt signals the lest of the members and they all leave.

"My revenge will come sooner than you expect" I mutter these words out to no one but myself. After I pick up the object, I decide to follow the weakest member Octillery, not only because of his poor performance during the fight but because he also separate with the group. I focus my eyes on him all the time. Not even once I pay attention to the scenery of Mahi Mahi Desert.

The temperature is very cold at night but I endure it with my flames for revenge. There is never a second that I didn't think of the bloody incident during the trip. I continue to stalk him as he reaches the edge of Mahi Mahi Desert. My parents would always forbid me to never step outside from Mahi Mahi Desert but they are no longer here with me.

In the north of Mahi Mahi Desert, there exist a place called Seaside Town. It is a very small town with barely to no residents. I am not exactly sure of the reason but it seems insignificant. Octillery walk into Seaside Town and turn left to a small wooden house with a pool outside. He turns around and nearly spot me but I am fast enough to use Dig to get underground.

"Must have been my imagination" Octillery says to my relief.

"Dad!" "Honey!"

Two mysterious voices call out to Octillery. I make a small hole and observe. There is a female Remoraid and a female Octillery. Are they, his family?

"I am glad that you are back dad, I thought that you would be gone after brother Octorok disappear today." Octillery's daughter cries.

"Don't worry, I will always be beside you." Octillery reassures and hug her.

This family meeting doesn't elicit any sympathy from me. I don't care that he lost a family member today, he still contributes to the death of my family and mentor.

I capitalize on the moment they hug to spring out of the ground and use the metal object that I hold inside my mouth to stab him directly in the head.

"No, dad!" "Don't die!" Octillery daughter and mate prays respectively.

"This is what you deserve, you kill my family. Don't think that because you have a family, I will feel sorry for you." I shout at the bleeding Octillery.

"You mean dragon, don't attack my dad!" Remoraid screams as she uses Bubble. It is so weak that I think I receive no damage from the impact.

"Honey, escape! Take our daughter away. Far away from this dragon." These are Octillery last words before he dies.

The female Octillery quickly wraps her daughter and try to flee. I don't really care about them and let them escape. The Remoraid give me a nasty look. Her eyes are filled with both tears and anger. I don't mind her taking revenge, because until then I will finish my business with Water Nation.

"Father, Mother, I hope you are proud of me. I have successfully accomplished what you ask. I got my first revenge! I got my first revenge! I got my first revenge!" I scream with satisfaction into the sky as the rain starts to fall.


This is it for now. If you have any advise or criticism, you can post it in the review section. I will try to upload the next chapter soon as I already plan the whole story but didn't write it yet.