This is a story of my Pokemon OC, Lirael. She was raised by Pokemon, mainly by an Arcanine named Artie. I'll explain this in more detail in later stories. This whole thing was based on a dream I had. This happens often. My friends can testify. Anyway, enjoy.
The Arcanine strode through the forest regally, commanding the attention of all who saw him. The mane flowing from his head, tail, and paws moved like water through the wind. If one looked closer, they would have seen the young girl lying on the creature's back amongst the mane, gazing at the sky. The girl was slight in figure and small for her age. Her long, wavy, brunette hair tumbled down her shoulders and the sun warmed her pale skin. She smiled faintly as a Butterfree fluttered across the sun dappled leaves of the trees.
They continued on for a while until the Arcanine suddenly stopped. The girl sat up and turned around. "We there, Artie?" Artie turned his head and nodded. The girl sighed and grabbed her small backpack. She slid off the creature's back and faced him. "You're good with getting your lunch, right?" Artie nodded again. "I don't need anything, I'm fine. Are you sure you'll be ok in town alone, Lirael?" "Yes, I'll be fine, Artie, calm yourself," she said slightly annoyed. The Arcanine looked at her expectantly. "Oh my God, fine, I'll bring Chewie."
Lirael opened her pack and pulled out a pokeball. "Come on Chewie, up and at 'em." The pokeball shot out a bright light that took shape of a Pokémon. When the light faded it revealed a rotund Pikachu yawning and blinking in the sun. "What up? You're cutting into my napping time." Lirael glared at the yellow creature. "You have a specific napping time? How do you schedule that around your constant eating, chubbo?" Chewie turned and returned the girl's glare. "Not that I eat much these days with this idiotic diet you have me on."
"It's not idiotic! You're going to be the first freakin Pikachu to get diabetes and lose a foot!"
"At least I don't have to participate in training! You don't even use me in battles!"
"Like I can! You can barely see your own feet let alone move them fast enough to battle!"
"Enough! God, you two bicker like an old married couple. Chewie, you're just grumpy from the trip. Lirael, you know better" Artie looked at both of them scoldingly. "I hate it when you act all fatherly," she grumbled. "Lirael," her deep green eyes met his dark amber ones "you be safe. Remember, some people can't be trusted. Always be on your guard." Lirael's eyes softened and she walked closer to Artie. "I know. I'll be safe." She leaned forward and touched foreheads with the arcanine. "Besides, I have big, strong Chewie to protect me." The mouse like creature looked up briefly to stick his tongue out at Lirael.
The girl stepped back and smiled at Artie. "I'll be back in a half hour at most. I guess we'll meet back here and have lunch in that clearing over there." She pointed at a sunny spot beyond some bushes. Artie's eyes followed her arm and nodded. "Fine. See you later, then. " Chewie scrabbled into the pack and muttered "Have fun hunting." Lirael winced. She knew Artie ate other Pokémon, as nature intended, but, she preferred not to think about it. She favored her vegetarian diet.
Artie leaped off toward the hills and Lirael turned toward the cement wall and tops of buildings she could see through the trees. She sighed and pulled on her pack huffing a bit at the extra weight Chewie added. She started to reluctantly walk toward the town.
She didn't like people at the best of times. She was raised by Artie and Pokémon since she was a baby and wasn't used to people. She felt most comfortable in the forest or field amongst the Pokémon. Though, Artie made it a point after her tenth birthday, to integrate her with her own kind. He knew she would have to eventually leave him to live with normal people.
She became close friends with a Pokémon researcher and her grandson, Aidan. Lirael was a great help for Professor Willow's research with her ability to communicate with Pokémon. The Professor was the one to convince Lirael to become a trainer and start to travel. Chewie had constantly teased her about her relationship with Aidan, though, Lirael only saw him as a friend. When they weren't helping Professor Willow, Aidan and Lirael went off on their own into the wood where Lirael taught Aidan how to talk to Pokémon. Aidan was a year older than her and she wondered why he never went off to be a trainer. "I guess he wanted to apprentice with his grandmother," she figured.
Lirael broke out of her reverie as she came up to the border of Lavender town. Chewie poked his head out of the pack and glared at the grey wall. "Can't we just collect stuff from the forest? I don't like crowds. People tend to pinch my cheeks and crap. It makes me want to electrocute somebody." Lirael rolled her eyes. "No, I looked around while we were traveling. This forest doesn't have the necessary ingredients for your guy's food. It's easier just to buy it in town." The Pikachu grumbled but sank back into the bag.
Lirael and Chewie came upon a Pokémon food stand in the market. Lirael smiled at the merchant. "Hello, how are you?" The two exchanged greetings and she started to examine the foods and treats displayed. "Ahem," Chewie sounded from the pack. Lirael sighed and smiled at the merchant once more. "I'm sorry, but could my Pikachu sample some of your choices? He's really picky."
The man looked at her suspiciously. Crime in the town and been rising lately, especially in the youth. This young woman could very well be trying to con him out of his wares. Although, somehow this girl seemed too innocent to do something of that sort.
The man smiled back and replied "Of course." Lirael took off her pack and hefted Chewie out. "Wow, he is pretty big for a Pikachu, isn't he?" Lirael laughed and said, "Yeah, he can pack it away pretty well." Chewie glared at the girl but returned his gaze to the food in front of him. "Those three, Chew. We're not going all out expensive, here." Chewie tasted the first and immediately spit it out. "Ugh, 3rd rate burn berries. Doesn't the sign say quality ingredients? Lies and false propaganda." "Is something wrong?" asked the merchant looking concerned. "No, no, he's fine. Like I said, he's just picky."
Chewie tried the next two with no real reaction. He stared at the choices for what seemed like hours. The merchant started to get anxious. "Chewie! Come on man, pick one!" He pointed to the one farthest to the right. Lirael purchased the food and thanked the merchant apologetically. "In all reality, none really tasted spectacular. I suppose what we got is tolerable." "Yeah, well, you took so long Artie's probably waiting for us."
There you have it ma dears, the first chapter. Its not all that exciting right now but next chapter you get to meet the entire Poke-gang. and!... A wild visitor appears! Reader chooses continue! Its super effective!