The Swampert stood there staring down the Pikachu. Both were very tired. A storm was above caused by Swampert's rain dance and Pikachu's electric attacks. Bruises and dirt covered the pokemon's bodies. The trainers too had had enough of this battle. Fatigue and hours of battling were evident on their faces. Danny looked over to his opponent in the Hoenn League Final Round. His name was Brendan Birch, and he was dressed very oddly. Well, in comparison to some of those other people, I guess he dresses reasonably normal. Seriously, why did the people in this place dress so strangely? But nonetheless, Danny needed a second to plan a move. He called over to his opponent.
"It's been a great time battling with you. I've really enjoyed it. But this is the end, you know. Thanks."
"Right back at you, man. One last move?" Brendan replied.
"Sure." And that was all the time Danny needed. His plan formed, now to execute it. "Pikachu, use dig!" and the electric mouse burrowed in to the ground. Danny saw Brendan smile. He underestimated the ability of Danny's Pikachu. Practically everyone at one point in time underestimated him, but danny was one to always make sure it didn't happen again.
"Swampert, use earthquake!" "Pikachu, NOW!"
In a moment all too fast for Brendan to see, Pikachu shot out of the ground inches from Swampert. Swampert's attack landed on the ground, causing the entire stadium to shake, but the airborne Pikachu had no effect. "Slam!" was the only word that Brendan heard and knew it was too late for Swampert to react. The Pikachu's hands reached out and grabbed the fins on top of Swampert's head and swung him around.
His face was pile-drived into the ground of the field. The swampert was stunned momentarily. And Pikachu used this opportunity. He didn't even wait for the command to be called out. Using the full amount of electricity stored in its cheeks and in the clouds above, Pikachu hit Swampert with a powerful electric attack.
Brendan looked over at Danny. His headband was covering his eyes. And a smile was covering his face. Brendan felt his body course with spare electricity. The water on the ground from the rain had shocked the trainers also. He looked at the pokemon when the electricity finally gave way to vision. Swampert wasn't moving. And Pikachu was breathing heavily. Danny was still smiling.
Danny knew if he was able to hit something with enough electricity it would do enough damage. And he knew Pikachu's dig attack had gotten very fast after he had been taught. Danny knew he was the winner. He waited for the scoreboard to light up. And he waited. And waited. Why was this moment always so long for him? The anticipation was annoying him.
Finally the board shot up in color and confetti filled the air. People stood in ovation. Danny was engulfed by a crowd. But all he wanted to do was pick up his friend, Pikachu. Brendan smiled, even though he lost. Great battle.
The party had been on Danny's submarine. Yeah, he had a submarine. Don't ask. It was this huge deal with Team Aqua and Team Magma. Much too long to explain. Either way, it was finally over. And the last of the guests were departing. Only four people were left on the ship. The new Hoenn Champion, Danny, his latest cowboy-esque travelling partner, Paul, the runner-up, Brendan, and his friend Wally. They had made arrangements to travel with Danny back to the Kanto region. Or at least that was the idea. So everyone got into their bunks and Danny input the coordinates into the online computer to head home before settling down with Pikachu in his hammock. But elsewhere, plans were being made for them.
The office of Danny's brother Jose was dimly lit. It was about midnight there. Jose's pokemon was curled up asleep on his desk next to it. It was the super-intelligent Pikachu. He had been with Jose for years, traveling, studying, and battling together. But Jose wasn't exactly in this world. He and his family had been different from the other people in this dimension.
They were immigrants, you see. Immigrants from our dimension. Our world. Again, too long to explain. Except this one is much too long of an explanation for the author to write in this story. Either way, it's only important that you know that the family of Jose and Danny are from a dimension much like ours. They've seen pokemon on television and played the games. So they have an edge in battles. And certain pokemon had been aware of their origin.
Now a single pokemon needed them. A dead gardevoir needed help. And help it sought in the office of Jose. The super-intelligent Pikachu stirred and awoke to find the translucent image of a gardevoir looking down at him. Pikachu dismissed the thought that this might be a dream. It was rather likely, but Pikachu went with his senses. They told him that the image was just an image. No smell emanated from it. Pikachu's hears could detect no sound of breath from it. But then he heard it speak through its mind.
"Good evening, I am Gardevoir. And I am in need of a hero. Where is your master?" it asked through its telepathy. Pikachu spoke back.
"He's not here. You won't find him tonight."
"The world is in grave danger, you see. I need to find him. I need his help."
"I'd love to help you, but he's not here," Pikachu said urgently. "He's away. If your desperate I know where you can find one that can do whatever you need. He's his brother." Pikachu turned his attention to the computer and typed in the command to search for Danny's pokedex. A map lit the screen and began to zoom in on the ocean by the Hoenn region. Coordinates were displayed. "Here he is. Can you get there?"
"Yes, but I won't be able to explain everything. I grow weak by standing here. Will he be able to understand his role?"
"I'm not sure what his role is, but he's a smart kid. Sometimes I wonder just how close he is to his brother. But if you're getting weak, then just go. You're running out of time." And with that, the gardevoir departed.
Hundreds of miles away, the gardevoir teleported into the submarine. It was a disembodied spirit, no longer able to form a visage. Gardevoir looked at every trainer in the bunks. It could sense the pokemon's feelings in their balls. Danny's had the highest trust. The close the trainer was to his pokemon, the easier the transition would be. But then gardevoir stopped and had a thought. It had just enough energy to use one person, but this person was so strong in his connection, gardevoir could use another person. So why not? Gardevoir, now picked up on the feelings of Brendan's pokemon. They also understood each other very well. Gardevoir had just enough energy left for both of these trainers. Gardevoir smiled when it had this thought: what might come in handy is another human in this battle. "This is going to be unpleasant. For all of us."
Gardevoir expended its remaining energy turning two humans into pokemon and transporting them to a land where the pokemon didn't run into people. A place where an evil lurked.
