Hey all you Fanfic readers. I'm finally back in the game (after about a year) and have returned with content: Melodies of Battle. If you ask about the name, it will be answered soon ^.^ I do not own Pokémon, it belongs to Nintendo.

Only saying this once:

"speech" is for dialogue

"speech" is for thoughts and songs (songs will be alone)

*speech* is for telepathy

'speech' is for dialogue within dialogue

LET'S GET TO IT! ROLL THE CLI – oh wait…

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Naa-aaa-aa - naa-aaa-aa -naa-aa naaa-aa-aa

"Urgh"

"He's waking up!" A voice yelled.

The door to the room flew open, followed by an older man. He rushed to the teenager in the bed.

"Ugh, my head. What happened? Where am I?" The teen said as he pulled himself into a sitting position.

"Take it easy Jacob; you've been in a coma for a long time. You're in a hospital wing in Jubilife City." The doctor said. "That Gallade that attacked you heavily mutilated you and nearly fried your brain. It's a miracle you're still alive."

Jacob was handed a mirror. He looked up at the doctor, then at the mirror. His features were the same as he remembered; light skin, high cheekbones, straight thin nose and thin lips. His hair was brown and short like it had recently been cut. What disturbed him about his reflection were his eyes; they weren't the light blue he remembered. They were shaped oddly and were a blood red.

They were a Gallade's eyes.

"What the hell?!" He screamed.

"The Gallade seemed to not merely mutilate you; he mutated you genetically. Your skin has turned green where you were slashed, and a small horn grew in your chest where he stabbed you." The doctor explained.

Jacob's eyes went wide. He bolted up and out of the hospital bed. Sure enough, a miniature red horn grew from the center of his chest, while his skin was green in crisscrossing lines on his chest and arms.

"Your body made a full recovery from the attack. You don't have to go to therapy either; oddly enough, your body seems to have built strength on its own over the past two years—"

"I've been asleep for TWO YEARS?!" Jacob yelled.

The doctor nodded. "We couldn't wake you up; otherwise, you would be brain-dead right now."

"Where'd you—?" Jacob began.

"JACOB!"

"Mom?" Jacob gasped at the voice.

Jacob's mother ran into the room, practically crushing him in a hug. She wore a red dress and a pair of high heel shoes. "She was right, thank Arceus you're alive!"

"Mom, please let me go, and who's 'she'?" Jacob asked

"You'll find out soon enough." His mother simply said.

"Uh…okay?" Jacob said reluctantly.

"Jacob should be fine to leave; he seems to be in perfect health." The doctor said. He handed Jacob a green long-sleeve shirt. "I would recommend visiting at a later time so we can test for side effects."

"Will do." Jacob said.

"I want to know: What happened that day, two years ago?" Jacob's mother asked.

Jacob sighed. "Well…"

Two years ago

This looks like a good place to camp for the night. Jacob thought as he entered the clearing. He placed his backpack in the center of the clearing before beginning to unpack.

He pulled his sleeping bag out, placing it on the ground before reaching for his tent. He felt something in the back of his mind, but dismissed it as being exhausted. He pulled the tent out and felt it again, this time stronger. He then felt multiple similar sensations, telling him to find their origin. He began following them through the forest.

After thirty minutes, he came across a clearing. In it was a large crowd of Gardevoirs and Gallades intermingling. Occasionally a pair of Pokémon would exit the clearing, arm in arm.

Looks like my trainer school. He thought as he observed various individuals be rejected or accepted by each other. He watched for around five minutes before a sharp cry echoed through the clearing.

His head snapped to an edge of the clearing where a Gardevoir towards the center. His eyes went wide; her hair was blue, while the horn on her chest was orange.

A Gallade ran in after her and tackled her to the ground, pinning her. She began struggling until the Gallade released one of her arms, raising his. His blade extended.

The Gardevoir flinched, closing her eyes and looking away. She then felt all of the force holding her disappear. She looked up to find Jacob standing over her protectively with a four foot stick in his hand.

*Get out of here, human.* The Gallade said telepathically. Both of his arm blades were extended.

Jacob shook his head, "No, I don't who or what you are, but I'm not going to let you abuse her." He raised his stick like a sword. The Gallade smirked.

*Very well.* He charged Jacob, swinging his arm blade in a low sweep, attempting to hamstring Jacob. Jacob spun the stick, catching the blade and deflecting it away before smacking the Gallade in the side of the head. He spun, facing the Gallade, who was rubbing his face. *Hmph, lucky shot.*

"I have some experience with weapons, granted they were only sticks."

Jacob was charged again, this time in a downward slash. He spun the stick sideways to intercept the slash before the blade turned bright white. The stick was sliced in half. Jacob yelped, dropping the halves before he felt a searing pain along his right arm. The Gallade's blades were now glowing purple.

"Ps—Psycho Cut…" Jacob thought as he clutched his arm. A long line ran down the top-side of his forearm. Blood was slowly oozing out of the wound before he felt another slash on the left side of his left forearm. A flurry of slashes assaulted his body in various places. Across the chest vertically, along his left upper arm, horizontally across his chest, on his right calf, diagonally across his chest in multiple angles. He lost track of how many times he was slashed, he only barely noticed that his entire front side looked like he had been whipped.

"That…urgh…all you got?" Jacob coughed weakly.

The Gallade drew his arms back, before impaling Jacob through the chest with a Psycho Cut. Jacob screamed for a moment, and blacked out.

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"You don't remember anything past that?" Jacob's mother asked as they entered the house.

"No, I guess when I blacked out is when I fell into my coma." Jacob said. He looked around; the brown sofa was still against the back wall, the television was in the same place as before as well.

"You said you wanted to know who 'she' was."

"Yeah, I do." Jacob said.

"Go around back to the old hiking trail. Walk down the trail for about a quarter mile until you find a tree with a gouge mark in it, then take a right, into the woods. You will get lost, but follow the sound and you'll find her." His mother explained.

"Follow the sound?"

"Yes, she has a specific tune that she always sang. Go, I need to make dinner anyways. I'm sure everyone is going to come running when news gets out that you're awake." She then began pulling out various ingredients from the cabinets.

Jacob exited the house, jogging around to the back of the house. The hiking trail was severely overgrown, but he could make out the trail itself. He began jogging down the trail at a steady pace. He eventually came across the gouged tree. It looked to have been scratched by a Zangoose for territory, but had long since been abandoned. He turned to the right, off the trail. He slowed to a fast walk, before he heard a soft tune. As he continued, it began to get louder. It was a melancholy and beautiful tune. It all of a sudden nearly disappeared.

"What the…" He said as he looked around. He spun and began walking the way he came. It picked back up before dropping again. "Follow the sound…"

He spun, slowly walking until the sound reached its peak. He then turned, following the sound. He continued walking, and completely lost the sound. He started panicking, before he heard it again, faintly. He walked backwards before following the sound again. The song eventually became very loud, and he could make out an individual voice.

Naa-aaa-aa - naa-aaa-aa -naa-aa naaa-aa-aa

He began to feel…different. He couldn't quite place the feeling. He continued walking, and eventually entered a clearing.

Jacob gasped. "You…" He said, softly.

In the center of the clearing was an old stump, upon which a Gardevoir sat. Her hair was blue, and the horn in her chest and back was orange. She was sitting with one leg over the other, her eyes closed and hands clasped together in front of her throat. She was swaying back and forth, singing.

Naa-aaa-aa - naa-aaa-aa -naa-aa naaa-aa-aa

She stopped, putting her hands in her lap and opening her eyes. "Jacob, you're finally awake!" She exclaimed when she saw him.

"You—you can talk?" Jacob asked.

"Your mother taught me, she really is a remarkable woman." The Gardevoir said, "I spent the majority of the last two years singing. I—I wanted to repay you, for that day. You were starting your journey…and ended it prematurely, because you wanted to protect me." She stood up and walked over to him. "I—wish to join you… when you begin your journey anew." She said as she put her arms on his shoulders.

"I—I…" Jacob stuttered.

"I get it; you got hurt because of me, and—"

"No, it's not that." Jacob interrupted. "I would be overjoyed to have you join me, except now I have to wait another year because of trainer school regulations."

"So—you accept?" The Gardevoir asked. Jacob nodded, smiling. "Thank you!" The Gardevoir exclaimed as she pulled him into a hug.

"Do you want a name?" Jacob asked. The Gardevoir pulled back from the hug and nodded.

"…" Jacob thought for a moment. He looked into her eyes. "Annabel."

Her eyes went wide. "It's beautiful, thank you." Annabel said.

"Annabel and Jacob; taking on the world!" Jacob said, laughing. Annabel started laughing as well. "What do you say we head home?" Jacob asked, then looked around. "Oh crap."

"No worries." Annabel said as she Teleported.

"Woah!" Jacob exclaimed as his living room appeared around him. He fell backwards to the ground. Annabel started laughing again. "What's so funny?"

"You nearly landed in your food." His mother said. Jacob scrambled to his feet, turning around to face the kitchen. His mother was sitting at the round kitchen table, a plate of spaghetti in front of her. Two chairs were unoccupied, presumably for Jacob and Annabel.

"Thanks mom! I, literally, haven't eaten in two years." He sat down at the table, across from his mother. Annabel sat on his left.

"I see you found Gard—"

"Annabel." Jacob corrected.

"Sorry. Did he accept you as his Pokémon, Annabel?"

"He did Miss Kindar." Annabel said as she began twisting her fork.

"Please, you're a part of this family now, call me Veronica." She looked across the table. "Slow down Jacob, I don't think you want to die from choking."

Jacob stopped mid-bite, and slowly putting the fork with a quarter-pound of spaghetti back on the table.

"You know, you're going to have to go back to trainer school Jacob."

"I know, and I'm dreading it." Jacob said.

"There is one good thing; students in their final semester are now required to bring a Pokémon to be their partner." Veronica said. Jacob picked up his head.

"So I can go!" Annabel exclaimed.

"I'm going to get you signed up tomorrow, just don't let anybody take Annabel; she did a lot for you." Veronica rolled a pokéball to Jacob. He picked it up, studying it. It was custom-made; the top half was blue, while the bottom was white and the button was orange.

"You saw this coming, didn't you?"

"I did, when Annabel explained what happened. She really—"

"May I be excused?" Annabel interrupted.

"Go on. You too Jacob; I have dishes tonight."

"Thank you Veronica." Annabel said as she teleported.

"She is a good person, Jacob; keep her safe." Veronica said as she began cleaning up the kitchen.

"I will." Jacob promised as he left, heading towards his room.

Naa-aaa-aa - naa-aaa-aa -naa-aa naaa-aa-aa

He felt the same feeling as in the forest. He opened the door to find Annabel sitting on his bed, singing.

He watched as she repeated the same tune a few times. She eventually stopped and opened her eyes.

"You said you spent two years singing…what was the singing for?" Jacob asked as he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed.

"To help you. There are ancient songs passed down through the generations from Melodist to Melodist. I was the Melodist that would carry on the Song of Healing." Annabel explained

"I felt odd in the forest, and just a few minutes ago when you were singing. Why?" Jacob asked.

"Songs sung by Melodists have magical effects; The Song of Healing restores the body and soul." Annabel said. "You might have been feeling the restorative power at work."

"Mind if I try?"

"Go ahead. It won't hurt anyone if you mess it up." Annabel said, smiling.

Jacob nodded, and begun to sing.

Naa-aa-aaa—

He trailed off, struggling to formulate the sound. He looked at Annabel.

"Follow along." She said. "Naa-aaa-aa."

"Naa-aaa-aa." Jacob repeated.

"Naa-aaa-aa – naa-aaa-aa."

"Naa-aaa-aa – naa-aaa-aa." He followed.

"Naa-aa naaa-aa-aa."

"Naa-aa naaa-aa-aa." He finished.

"Now try the whole thing."

Jacob nodded.

"Naa-aaa-aa - naa-aaa…"

"Naa-aaa-aa - naa-aaa-aa -naa-aa." Jacob groaned. He took a deep breath.

Naa-aaa-aa - naa-aaa-aa -naa-aa naaa-aa-aa

He sang.

Annabel gasped. "You're a Melodist."

"What?" Jacob asked.

"The power, I felt it; you can only feel it when a Melodist sings. You're a Melodist!" Annabel nearly yelled as she jumped up from the bed.

"So, I have the same ability to learn these songs as you do?"

"Yes, I just taught you the Song of Healing. Other songs are known by various Melodists; you just have to hunt them down." She explained. She spotted the pokéball in Jacob's pocket. "Is that mine?"

He pulled the ball out, "Yes, it is. Just tap the button when you're ready." He said as he placed it on the bed.

Annabel looked at it for a moment before reaching out and tapping the button.

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Jacob looked across the cement lot in front of him. He was wearing a light blue long-sleeve shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. The Jubilife Trainer School sat at the other end. A large crowd of students were spread throughout the lot, awaiting the bell. Jacob reached to his side, his hand lightly brushing the top of Annabel's pokéball.

The bell rang, and the students started filing in. "Alright…let's do this." He said as he began walking towards the school.

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Please R&R, I am uploading this as a test chapter, if it is well liked by you readers then I will continue this with more vigor than I showed Shielding Mists. The Song of Healing is from Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask. I decided to incorporate various songs into the story to serve special effects. I painstakingly took over an hour to listen to the songs over and over to convert the tune into a text format. Until next time see ya!

*Gets shot on the way out the door*