I own nothing. "This is Pokémon talking." "This is humans talking."
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I felt a fist flow gracefully into contact with my side, and at its touch I tumbled, my head lifted slightly to keep from impalement upon my own twig. With my foresight, my assailant was in plain view, though behind me, his partner laughing crazily. My foresight served more than one purpose though, as through some mistake of the mind I felt happy. Happiness I wouldn't feel for many years. "Sure, if you live that long!" a malicious feminine voice sang snidely to me, revealing that my last thought had been aloud. I tried to turn, but my compact shell would have none of that, as I flailed my legs worthlessly to the sound of their mad laughter. The chimchar, my male assailant, gripped my light green hind legs and released, rocking me like an emotionally instable human. Speaking of which, my master was, of all things, laughing. He sneered, red hair blown back in the wind. "If you're too weak to stand up for yourself against these two, what are you doing here?" He laughed maddeningly as the female, piplup, delivered a hefty kick to my head, twisting my motion into a sickening spin. Suddenly, my master's laughter came to an abrupt stop, and my two adversaries were silent, knowing better than to move when the master was angry. He stopped my insane swirl with his foot before placing it on my chest. "You do realize exactly how useless you are, don't you?" his serpentine voice hissed.
I swallowed heavily, and nodded, praying that truth would get me off clean. No such luck though, as he reared back and kicked my tiny form into a tree, which splintered from the combined force of the attack and the hardness of my shell. It was hardly a surprise to hear shivering, like something in a bush, since I thought it was just my ears voicing there complaint, but a use of foresight revealed a blur of a beast diving through the underbrush, and in a split second, flying over the treetops to bring it's fist across the masters face. It-she-repeated this performance, her blows powerful enough to nock the human to the earth. What appeared to be a robe of lightest lavender flowed with her movements, running from her thick tail and large feet up her slim arms and to her enraged face. It was pure as porcelain, yet smooth as silk and ran across her extremities like a second skin, though I knew it was her first and only. This knowledge, however, did nothing to stop me from staring as her fists rammed repeatedly into my master, his two favorites frightened and transfixed. Her face was contorted with anger, or at least her tiny mouth was. I couldn't tell about her eyes because they were perfectly concealed beneath a bowl-cut mop of turquoise hair, which lifted and shimmered with the least little breeze. Finally, I moved up her part and found twin orange spikes, slim and triangular perched at the top of her head, one behind the other, parting her hair right down the middle. She pounded my master's face to a bloody, toothless pulp that was, if anything, redder than his hair. The beautiful creature looked at my former traveling companions, and gave a blood-lusting sneer. That was all the prompting they needed to run for their lives. She then looked at me and attempted the same sneer, but I didn't run. I was a coward, scared of his own shadow, but this creature which should have scared me witless was the one thing that made me feel safe. "…well?" she growled, after looking at me for a few seconds. "Aren't you going to run screaming into the night?" I looked around me with foresight, and still seeing daylight, asked "how can I do that? It's day."
The creature blinked, then shook her head, lapping the ruby liquid gracefully off her knuckles. "Well go on," She said after a few seconds, "Scream 'vampire' and run." I tilted my head, "But you're not a vampire, you're a ralts."
The ralts lifted a hand and used it to raise her turquoise bangs from her eyes, revealing the most beautiful blood red eyes I'd ever seen. They unnerved me as they slowly ran up and down my form, inspecting everything, from the boot-shaped imprint on my belly, to the dent on my shell. Finally, she released her bangs, hiding the jewel like eyes. "Okay, since you've apparently somehow convinced yourself that I'm not worth fearing, I might as well give you two options. One, I rip your throat out. Two, you carry me wherever I feel like going." "Two." I responded without thinking. "Good." She said, climbing on my back and kicking my sides.
That day, I followed her orders wordlessly, staring at her with my foresight without rest. That night, when we laid down to rest, she grumbled, "So, you got a name or what?" I looked down and mumbled, "Turtwig." She looked at me, bangs lifted. "That's stupid. It's what you are, not a name. My name's Galena. You get yourself a better one by the time I wake up." That night was spent wide awake, thinking about what my new name could be.
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