A/N: Well...first story. Thanks for finding this. I'm still trying to figure out how things work on FanFiction, so please bear with me.
Warning: This story will contain fairies, Pokemon, and animals. Don't say I didn't warn you if your brain gets frazzled.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.
The Ninjask looked up in surprise at the four castform statues. They had turned a shade of gray...
"Ninjask! Ninjask!" The bug-type Pokemon flew as fast as they could to a little house built of stones. "NINJASK!" they called. Suddenly, a sleepy looking Abra materialized at the doorstep.
"Abra?"
"Ninjask! Nin nin nin nin, jask!"
"Abra."
The psychic-type pokemon teleported back within the walls of the stone dwelling. Inside, he reappeared in front of a figure sitting at a stone table, who was swinging her bare feet back and forth as she sipped her drink. Her short orange hair was tied to the side by a gauzy pumpkin-colored ribbon. Sea green eyes scanned the page of the thick, ancient, tome before her. The tangerine-colored dress she was wearing was simple yet beautiful, and it complimented her monarch butterfly wings.
She looked up when she noticed the Abra sitting by her chair. "Oh, what's up?" The Abra explained to her what the Ninjask had told him. "Oh...OK. Alert Squad Three right away." The Abra nodded once, then went about his command. A few seconds later, a group of three Kadabra and two Alakazam could be seen on the roof, their eyes glowing a soft red as they faced away from each other and looked out at the Fairy Realm. A mental message was being sent to everyone: A storm is on its way. Beware of a slight flooding. Having done this, they leapt off the building and scattered to see whether anyone needed any assistance preparing for the oncoming tempest.
Down in the villages, bells rang in warning. Mareep were herded into their pens. Doors and windows were slammed shut, and laundry was hastily collected inside. When all was accomplished, Squad Three returned to the stone house.
With every fairy safe inside his or her own dwelling, Misty breathed a sigh of relief. She could not forget what had happened that one fateful afternoon when an autumn storm tore its way through the realm. Not everyone had been able to reach a place of safety before the rain started to pound down. That month, many fairies had ruined wings and became ill. This resulted in a shortage of medicine, which resulted in more untreated fairies as sickness spread during the cold seasons. Because of that one incident, the weather posts became more efficient. However, the fairy population took a dip. It was only a slight one, but that didn't stop the shock from spreading. Among the deceased were Misty's mentor, and since then, she had been trained under another weathermaster until she qualified for the weather post. The death of her mentor left a small wound in Misty's heart, one that still hadn't healed after all this time. It also left with her a certain nervousness during the autumn.
The fairy looked out a nearby window, slowly opening and closing her wings. Rain was hurtling down onto the rooftops at full force, and the cold wind blew, making it seem like someone was blowing at the rain at regular intervals, causing them to fall in sheets at a time. She fingered the edge of her dress as she stared out into the downpour. Through the layers of gray, Misty thought that she could see a fairy running barefoot on the cobblestone path, her brown hair limp and her bright blue-and-black butterfly wings hanging down, drenched with water, behind her back. Mentor Rayna...I hope you are at peace...
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The next morning, flowers slowly lifted up their faces, beckoned by the warm finger of the sun. Wet blades of grass glistened as if somebody had run across an emerald carpet at full speed with a mega-sized container of glitter without the cap on. Songbirds sang their sweet melodies from their perches in the trees, and butterflies flitted from flower to flower. It was as if there was never a storm.
The door to a stone hut creaked open. "OK, it's safe now," came a voice. About a minute later, two Budew hesitantly stepped across the threshold into the great wilderness. The two Pokemon swiveled around and did a mini-bow to the fairy sitting cross-legged on the floor. They then turned back, looked to the left, then to the right, then to the left again before sprinting into the tall grasses strait ahead of them with shouts of joy.
Back in the dwelling, the fairy watched the two Budew as they disappeared in the meadow. A soft smile could be detected on his lips, just for a split second. He stood up and brushed off his green cargo pants. Little specks of pollen fell off his white vest, though some still clung to the black shirt underneath.
The fairy stepped outside, the grass beside his house tickling his bare feet. Green, red-rimmed wings slowly stretched out. Apple green eyes closed shut as he savored the glorious warmth from the sun above; it had been a long, cold night with the two frightened Budew.
"Hm?" The fairy opened one eye and crouched down. "Oh, hello there, Roselia. Ready to go check on damage?" The Thorn Pokemon nodded. "Roselia!"
The pair tread through the meadow, taking extra care to stay on the faint path worn down by their visits to "the garden". However, to call it a garden was an exaggeration; any fairy could see that. As Drew and Roselia neared the entrance of the tunnel of trees, birds could be heard chatting animatedly to one another. Together they walked under the canopy of green, neither one rushing, both taking their time and enjoying the calm, sunny day. It would be one of the last days of sun rays, too, considering the fact that summer was coming to an end.
Gradually, the trees around the fairy became further apart and more sparse, letting more and more light come into view until suddenly, his feet were no longer touching on the surface of the sandy path but were encountering lush green grass. Here the two parted ways. Roselia went to the north of the grassy clearing while Drew strode to the center where a massive yet graceful fountain stood, its various flowers thriving within it, some spilling over the edges. He smiled another uncharacteristic, gentle smile as stroked a silky petal of a miniature red rose. He hadn't dared to believe that it had somehow survived the rough winds and the battering rain of the previous night.
After making the affirmation that most of the fountain's flora was undamaged and making amendments to the parts that were damaged-which wasn't much, thankfully, due to the structure of the fountain-Drew moved on to the low-growing shrubs to the west. He crouched down to study the azaleas when suddenly...
"Roselia!" the Thorn Pokemon exclaimed, shocked.
"Hmm?" Drew looked up to see what the matter was, but all he could see was the bottom of a shoe flying towards his face!
A/N: Thanks for reading...please review...until next time! (Which is probably in some distant future, 9 years later.)
~Kitsunika =^-^=