I dropped to my knees. The screams were much to loud. I couldn't take it any longer. I looked down and the other members of the Elite four seemed unphased, I then screamed as loud as my lungs would allow me. But it was no use the screaching sirens of the crowd was to much. I had to think on my feat, I stood up and looked around, far off in the distance I saw an exit. I jumped from my high pedestal. Once I landed on the ground I Began to run for the exit, but as I grew closer the door grew farther away. There was no hope I must kep running.
Two Hours Later
I was panting, Still running for the door. I screamed aloud, " I've got to get to that freaking door! ". It was still no use the screams continued. I was tired I could no longer spring towards the door. I looked back and there was Lance, three inches away from my face, we were right next to the pedestal. His eyes turned red and his hair turned black. He then had a evil glow around him as the floor aound him turned black, as it was white. He began to sink through the floor. Once he was completely through the stood a giant evil Dragonite with an evil aura around him and his skin was completely black and it had white eyes. It leaned back and in his mouth was a huge red and black ball. He was begining a Hyper Beam attack towards me. I tried to run but my legs were frozen. I screamed as the entire room turned red and black and all the people including the other members of the Elite four turned to dust. The dust swirled all around me in what seemed like hurricane level winds. Then to my despair the Dragonite leaned forward and unleashed his evil Black and Red Hyper Beam.
It his me, I felt, and yet somhow else didn't feel the intensifing pain from the pure power of Dragonite. I was falling. Falling. As soon as I tought I would hit the ground, I didn't. I Just kept falling and falling for what seemed like hours. Then there was a light so bright it burned my skin. I heard from what seemed another world I females voice say "Wake up Yamono you will miss your first day being a pokemon trainer".
Then I threw myseld forward. I was there in what seemed to be my room. "A dream". It seemed so real but to my suprise it was simply a dream. I looked around my room. I was Yamono, I was 13. I wore dark-blue shorts going a couple of inches under my knees. I wore my regular black shirt with a barrage of white squares on the front. I wore fingerless gloves and black tennis shoes with white shoe strings. I had a small black backpack with strings for holding six pokeballs on it. I had been able to train pokemon for three years but chose not to. I wanted to get older, get a few girlfriends, learn more about pokemon. It was finally the day, the day i would get my first pokemon. The Day.
The Day.
