Chapter 1

The Meeting

Dash, an oshawott with a blue stripe across his face, wakes up from his normal nighttime sleep. He crawls out from his hiding. He is hiding from the unknowns of the night. He cautiously and shyly looks around to make sure that no one was around to attack him. His tummy starts to rumble like usual. That was his signal that it was time to find something to eat. Coming from an undeveloped group of oshawotts, he was truly wild. However unlike his oshawott allies, he was kicked out of the group because of his blue dash, because he was different. So he had to learn very quickly how to fend for himself. Being made fun of for his difference he quickly grew very shy of others and very hateful towards himself whether he realizes it or not.

He sets out to search for food. He walks around in the shadows. Carefully walking towards the river checking back now and then making sure that the predators of the forests doesn't take one of the few things he still haves. He keeps an ear out for the unknowns that could be waiting. As soon as he gets to the river he immediately jumps in the water and swims looking for that prey. He looks around in the water and very strangely found an abundance of fish. Obviously not thinking much about it, he eats as much as he can stomach.

He looks at the position of the sun.

"I have another few hours till sundown," he thought.

He looks around and starts to swim upriver to explore some of that unknown. He sees some strange figures roaming the river. He stops and examines them from a distance.

They're talking in their weird language definitely not pokèmon language. Dash trying to see if he could understand them goes a little bit closer to them. He then sees that they have their young with them and he wonders if they would attack him if he got any closer to protect their young. He sees them cast something with a long pole and he sees the splash of where this thing landed.

Curious, he swims towards this red and white devise that was floating and he pokes it.

Dash hears those figures yelling at him and he swims away hoping that they don't follow.

After insuring himself that he was not being followed by them, he gets on the land. The darkness started to show itself while the light starts to hide but even so, Dash sees a flickering light in the trees. He walks around the tree and he finds some steps and sees a sign that sees some familiar pokèmon writing but Dash doesn't know how to read. He walks up the stairs into a tree house where he sees a scraggy cleaning some glass carrying devise.

"Welcome what can I get you?" the scraggy asked.

Dash not sure what to ask for, let alone where he's at or what he is selling. He walks up to the counter making sure he doesn't looks like a threat. Dash looks around for a little and sees a pachirisu and a cyndaquil sitting in chairs with a table. Finally he asks "What do you have?"

Scraggy quickly answers, "Any berry you can think of, I'll make it into a drink."

Dash a little interested says, "I'll have an oran berry drink then." He thinks, "I never had an oran berry juice before."

Scraggy before making the drink asks for the Poké. Dash handed him the requested shiny Poké. The scraggy started to make the drink. No words were exchanged while the drink. Dash looks back at the pachirisu and the cyndaquil and sees that they are examining him. They exchanged a few words and then they looked away and continued their conversation. Scraggy gives Dash the order drink and Dash takes a sip.

"Taste funny for juice" Dash thought, "but it still taste good."

Dash takes another sip of his drink and after a little time he decides to see what the pachirisu and cyndaquil are talking about.

Walking to the table he sees that both of them are wearing handkerchief around their necks like they were in a group. Both had the same design of black with a white dot in the front. Dash sits down with them at the round table. The pachirisu looks at Dash with a non-trusting look. The cyndaquil stares at the movement outside.

Dash breaks the silent, "What are your names?"

Pachirisu exchanges looks with cyndaquil almost as if he was signaling a question without words. After a minute the pachirisu answers, "I'm Sparks"

The cyndaquil a little displeased that Sparks surrendered his name answers, "I don't know, just call me cyndaquil."

"He hit his head," Sparks explains

"Ah, well I'm Dash"

Sparks gets up in Dash's face, looks at him deep into his eyes and his soul says, "Sparky"

Dash very confused and becomes very nervous asks, "Who's Sparky?"

Sparks after staring into his truth, backs away and says, "Okay. You don't know her. Good. Sorry about that. I thought you might have known her."

Cyndaquil tells Sparks, "He drunk. He won't remember her till after the drink is gone from his blood system."

Dash looks at his drink. "That why it taste funny because it wasn't juice." he said to himself.

Sparks answers Cyndaquil "I can tell that he doesn't know her even if he's drunk. You know that, plus he hasn't drink that much yet."

Cyndaquil doesn't reply.

Sparks turns to Dash, "You didn't know that you had a drink?"

"No. This is the first time I've been in a place like this."

"Do you even know what 'this' is?"

"No"

"This is a bar. Didn't you see the sign?"

"Yes"

"Then how did you not know what this place was?"

"Because I can't read"

"Are you a non-civilized pokèmon?"

Dash looks away. "Is that what they call me these days?"

Sparks kind of surprised of the reply asks, "What else do they call you?"

Dash looks at the Cyndaquil "You look like you really want to say something," ignoring Sparks question.

Cyndaquil stands up and says, "Ya. I do. I don't trust you."

Dash stands up, "You're just afraid."

"I'm not afraid! I don't even know why Sparks is even listening to you."

"Because we need a water type," Sparks answered.

Cyndaquil answered, "But we can get a better water type than him. Come on. Look at him. He can't be trusted. Him with his stupid blue dash on his face."

Dash grabs his scalchop and readies to battle the Cyndaquil. Cyndaquil lights the flames on his back. Sparks stands in the middle of the readied battle and points a knife at each of them. Dash and Cyndaquil immediately stand down.

Sparks looks at Cyndaquil, "I'll make you a deal, if Scouter doesn't like him than we'll get rid of him. Otherwise we'll get rid of him."

"Fine."

"Dash follow us."

"In the dark?" Dash asked.

"Yes. Sometimes it's safer not to see and not let the enemy see you than to see and be seen."