I opened up my eyes, glancing around the area which I slept in. The forest was such a big place, home to many pokemon, yet the area I slept in was my home, my safe area from outside threats. The morning air was quite cool as a soft breeze swept through, sending a slight shiver through my body. It felt quite good. I smiled as I looked up, seeing the faintest hint of sunlight shining in through the thick leaves overlapping each other, preventing the warmth of the sunlight to pass through. Of course, there were some areas elsewhere that had sunspots warming that particular area. And it is that kind of warmth we fire types enjoy immensely.

My name is Quil and I am a Cyndaquil. But I'm a different kind of Cyndaquil, a different kind of pokemon. They say pokemon are use for battling to raise their power, their speed, their defense, and all that kind of stuff. Others are used as house pets and become lazy and spoiled. And then there are pokemon who are used to bully other pokemon who are smaller, weaker, and helpless against them. Well I'm a lot different than them all. I am a pokemon who hates fighting and wanting to be a rotten brat. I'm more of a pokemon of kind manners, politeness, and caring. The only thing I seem to fail at is trying to socialize with others. When it comes to socializing, my mind draws a complete blank on what to say.

I wish I could say I have friends, but what kind of friend never visit each other? I do talk to a bunch of other pokemon and hang out with them from time to time, but it rarely happens. I'm mostly with my family almost all the time.

I glanced over to my left to see a younger Cyndaquil, my brother Flare, sleeping in a strange position. Flare seemed to always have the knack of getting himself into trouble. Every time he went out for a walk, he would end up in multiple fights, always returning home with a number of scars and bruises upon his body. He always got reprimanded afterwards from mom and dad, but he could care less. He always enjoyed fighting. And for that, it always got him in trouble with other pokemon.

I glanced over from him to the nearby tree where a Mareep named Maria laid. Maria was younger than Flare and I. I was only about six years old while Flare was four. Maria was only one. Maria is the spoiled one of our family, being that she was born last. She always gets away with things. She would become hyper at times and cause mischief. Then she would blame it on either Flare or I while she faked a cry. We always got in trouble for it, though Flare didn't show much care. I, on the other hand, was sick of Maria's ability to get away with everything, but I never did anything about it.

My father, a Typhlosion, and my mom, a Flaffy were asleep inside the bottom of the tree. They always looked out for us and didn't set too many rules. One important rule is to return to the area before dusk. Flare disobeyed that rule one time and got chewed out, but like always, he just didn't care, and that worried my parents some. If it was one thing he was proud to admit, it was his pride at getting into fights and winning every single one of them. I knew that one day, he would get his pride beaten. How he would react, I wouldn't know. I would only have to wait until that day happened.

I got up and stretched, stretching out my muscles and, in the process, earning a cramp. I quickly recoiled and waited for the cramp to fade. It didn't take long. I decided to wash up before eating breakfast. So I decided to walk over to the lake. The lake happened to be quite some distance, so pokemon going there had to be careful when walking. Humans happened to walk along the path every so often, so there was a good chance in getting caught and never being seen again.

I hid in the bushes, checking my surroundings to make sure no one was around. Once I knew it was safe, I cautiously stepped out, keeping my eyes and ears alert to anything that could mean trouble. After a few minutes, I relaxed and continued on my way. After walking a good distance, I finally arrived at the lake.

The lake itself was quite beautiful. It sparkled as clear as glass when the sun was at its highest point in the day. At night, it was as black as the sky itself, though with the moon, the lake was more beautiful than it was during the day. Mornings always made like any other lake.

I dipped my paws in the water and lowered my body close to the edge. I brought my paws out and began washing my face, since it always got dirty. The feel of the cool, wet water felt wonderful as it touched my skin. I moved onto the drying process where I let the cool breeze dry the water off. However, as I was doing so, I noticed three humans across the lake. They were all standing in one spot, looking at the lake.

I took note that they all wore black and had a big red letter on their upper body. I really wasn't sure who they were, but I wasn't that worried. But then, one of them began pointing at something. Whatever he was pointing at seemed to have caught the other tow humans' attention.

Quite confused at what they were pointing at, I checked my surroundings to see if there was something there. I turned my head back towards them, seeing nothing to see a flash of light form into that of a green bug with scythes for arms. I immediately knew it as a Scyther. The Scyther stood there, looking back at the human for a moment before running across the water and heading towards… me?

"You're mine," the Scyther said as he raised a scythe up. I leapt back in the nick of time, dodging the scythe as he brought it down. I thought back to what the humans were pointing at. Was it me they were pointing at? It must have been, for they released a Scyther to deal with me.

"What do you want?" I asked as I began dodging the scythes that were thrown at me.

"I only follow the orders my master tells me," the Scyther replied as his onslaught continued. "So I'm stalling until you're capture."

I didn't like the way the Scyther put that. I took note that the three humans were gone from the spot I saw them standing at earlier. If what the Scyther said was true, then that meant I was in some deep trouble. I leapt back from the Scyther's attack and began running back to my home area. Hopefully if I made it back, my dad would be able to handle the situation. Until then, I ran for my life, scared as I was.