Hey there! This is my first Pokemon fanfic, and this was requested by my friends. Kenzii, Harold, this one is for you guys!
Victory within Defeat
Prologue
He was a Pokémon Master. He had traveled all the regions, collected all the data, raised all the eggs and evolved all the Pokémon. He had beaten the Elite Four and defeated the former champion. He had achieved the dreams of nearly every budding trainer.
But that hadn't been enough.
Then, he had carefully tracked down and captured almost all of the Legendary Pokémon.
Almost. They were certain lines that were best left uncrossed. Celebi for instance, as well as Mew and Mewtwo. Messing with time and space was not something one should do. Ever.
Unfortunately there had been a rut. A stand still. The trainers up to challenging a Master were few and far between.
But that was all about to change. As he walked down a dirt road, he came across the most unlikely challenger imaginable...
Perdita Islay Church was not someone to take lightly. However, given her appearance that very thing happened often.
Perdita was an eleven year old girl. Her auburn hair was pulled into two ponytails on either side of her head and curled into ringlets. She had large, green, doe-like eyes with long, think eyelashes. Her frame was small and she stood at four feet eleven inches. She wore a baby blue hoodie, brown pants, and black boots that were a size too large.
Perdita was a Pokémon Trainer who took her job, as that's what she saw it as, very seriously. Each of her six Pokémon was well-trained, handpicked, and treated with care and love. They were like her, seemingly unimpressive, but had a fire burning within them that allowed them to defeat foes twice their size. And with them, she had beaten every single Gym Leader she had come across. But she knew her team was above that now. They were ready for something bigger.
And today was the day. The day she challenged a Pokémon Master. She had practiced and trained for weeks, months in fact. She and her team were in top condition. And so she sought out the elusive Master and stepped defiantly in front of him.
Both feet firmly planted, she addressed him, "I challenge you to a Pokémon Battle!"
The boy looked at her, stupefied. She was challenging him? Her? She was probably close to ten years old and was a foot shorter than he was. He didn't battle little kids who get an idea in their heads that the minute they get a Pokémon in their hands they can take on whoever they want.
He sighed, "Listen, small child, I don't have time for games."
Her eyes narrowed dangerously, "This isn't a game. I am challenging you to a battle. I have beaten all the Gym Leader and I am qualified to challenge you."
"Yes well unless you have the some sort of proof then I don't-"
At these words, Perdita pulled out a large flip book. She opened it, revealing 40 gleaming badges.
Perturbed by her sudden action, he cautiously examined the badges closely. He plucked out the Cascade Badge and ran his fingers over it. It was genuine. Satisfied, but still disgruntled, he placed the badge back.
"I see...well..." he trailed off, not really wanting to fight the girl but he didn't have an excuse either.
She closed the book and put it back in her backpack. She folded her arms, "Do you have something better to do?"
In all honesty, no. He had nothing else better to do.
He scratched the back of his head, "Fine then. Where are we going to battle?"
She turned and pointed to a large building a few block away, "At the Stadium of course."
He raised an eyebrow, "The Stadium? They don't just rent that place out to anyone you know."
She frowned at him, "I'm not stupid. I have a plan. The owner owes me a favour, so he will let us battle."
"For how long?"
Perdita shrugged, "As long as it takes."
"Will there be an audience?"
"No. I asked him to not let anyone in. I find crowds unnerving and I battle best without them."
The Pokémon Master thought about it. He hadn't had a challenger in some time, and besides it might be fun. If not, he'd just beat her then get back to his walk.
"Very well. Lead on then uh...what's your name?"
"Perdita." She answered. She turned around and started off at a brisk pace towards the Stadium. The Master caught up to her with a few long strides of his considerably longer legs.
A few minutes later the two arrived at the door of the Stadium.
An elderly man with glasses was waiting there. He smiled at Perdita and opened the door for them.
"Good luck!" he called out to Perdita as they passed him.
Perdita smiled back at him. The boy felt a twinge of jealousy, but swashed it. He didn't need luck.
The terrain was red rock and outlined with white paint. Large lights shone down, illuminating the scene.
Perdita took her place on the opposite end on the field.
A young man wearing a green long-sleeved shirt joined them on the field. He carried a flag in one hand. He was their referee, a citizen of the town who was here at Perdita's request.
"This will be a six on six battle. There can be no substitutions. Are the rules clear?" asked the referee.
Perdita and the Pokémon Master nodded.
They each pulled a Pokéball off their belts and tossed it, starting the battle.
Ta-dah! I hoped you liked it. There might have been some mistakes, but I think overall it is pretty sound. Please review, as it boosts my self-esteem and my desire to write.