My head pounded. It was the first thing I noticed as I woke, sounds and sensations coming into focus around me. I felt a breeze pass by, and a low drone filled the air. I felt soft grass beneath my side. I was lying outside, somewhere. Despite my headache, it was almost peaceful. I yawned, then flinched as my bottom lip caught something sharp. What was that? I lifted an arm, and felt along my mouth.

...Fangs? I ran my tongues over them, one on each side, with smaller teeth jutting in between. Forgetting to remove my hand, I spluttered in surprise. It was soft. Fur? Roused from my laziness, I opened my eyes to the world for what felt like the first time. Trees rose high above me, rustling in a multitude of different greens. Sunlight filtered through the low and open canopy, mere meters above me. On some trees, yellow and blue berries swung in the wind, while vines held their own assortment of red and green treats. I tore my gaze from above me and looked down. The grass around me stretched as far as the eye could see, punctuated by trees and shrubs, and was a brilliant, soft green. I finally looked at the spot I had been avoiding. I stared. On the end of my arm was a small, round paw covered in blue fur and clods of dirt.

I studied it, and realised that it was unfamiliar. I searched my memory for answers, coming up blank. In fact, I didn't remember anything at all. No familiarity in the place around me, not my paw, no family, even my own name eluded me. Who was I? What was I? Where was I? Questions buzzed around my mind, and a felt a panic rising in my chest.

I rolled onto my belly to calm myself and attempted to stand. Bracing one front paw, I pushed myself up, then placing and bracing opposite back paw similarly. Unused to bring walked on, my two limbs trembled as I attempted to arrange the remaining two appropriately. Before I knew it, I was standing on all four feet. I took a deep breath, pride over completing the simple task leaving me elated. I didn't know who I was, where I was or why I was here. But hey, I figured out how to stand.

I studied my legs. They were short, and somewhat stumpy, and mostly covered in a soft blue fur. Golden rings encircled my ankles on my front legs. I didn't know what my back legs looked like, I wasn't game to try such a complex maneuver after going to such trouble to simply stand. I felt a subtle familiarity rise as I stared at my golden markings. Did I recognise myself? I eventually discarded these thoughts, deeming them unimportant to the current situation.

Ignoring the still present anxiety, I decided it was time to explore. And that meant walking. Shouldn't be too hard.

Clearing my mind, I tried to allow instinct to take over. My back paw took a step and I was pitching forward, soil rushing towards me, and then I was flat on my face. I rolled and spat out dirt.

"Ack!" I coughed. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. And then tried again.

It took multiple attempts and perhaps a few face fulls of soil before I figured out how to walk. Front right, left back, front left, right back. I repeated the instructions to myself as I began to pick my way through the slightly overgrown grass.

Where was I going? The thought gave me pause, but I didn't dare stop walking in case I fell over. Maybe a berry tree? Looking at the different berries as I made my way forward, a memory stirred.

I...I liked the blue berries, I knew that now. Since I wasn't sure the others were even edible, I began to make my way to the nearest tree, a meter or so to my left. As I came closer though, I began to hear a low buzzing sound coming from the tree. Something didn't feel right. This time I did stop, one paw hovering over the ground. The leaves of the berry tree began to rustle. I realised quickly that this particular tree was rustling much more than the others. I had assumed that the leaves moved due to the breeze pushing its way through the slight clearing. I now strongly suspected this was not the case.

Suddenly, something began to emerge from the leaves. It was just over a meter in length, and a bright yellow colour. It hovered below the tree menacingly, the dark red eyes devoid of emotion. I didn't know why, but the name popped into my head immediately.

Beedrill.

With that name I felt a cold fear rise and mix with the panic. I didn't know what to do. Running would be the worst idea, it would start to chase me, if I could figure out how to run anyway. I couldn't back up, I just figured out how to go forward. All that left was hiding and walking away. I didn't really want to turn my back on the Beedrill, but to my desperate eye there were precisely zero hiding spots within a three meter radius.
Carefully, and slowly, I began to turn to my right, searching for a tree without berries and suspiciously rustling leaves. I took one step at a time, ignoring my pounding heart.

Don't look back, don't look back, a voice in my head said. A gap in the trees appeared twenty meters in front of me. Curiosity pulled at me, and I gave in to the urge to peek a glance.
The beedrill was looking right at me as I walked away. I froze, and made a dangerous mistake. In my panic, I made eye contact with the beedrill. Its eyes glowed a dangerous shade of red, and it began to fly at me.
I stumbled forward, trying to pick up speed, to escape. Eventually (although in reality, mere seconds), through sheer terror alone, I started to run. The gap in the trees became my guiding hope, my beacon, and the distance began to shrink. Suddenly a sharp pain on my back leg made me stumble, and a numbness began to spread.

I desperately pushed forward, the pleasant droning now a ringing nightmare at my heels. I tumbled into the bright daylight, to find myself in a dense expanse of thick, tall grass. Black spot began to fill my vision as I turned. The beedrill hovered menacingly at the edge of the forest, before turning and disappearing back into the underbrush.

I continued to stumble forward. I had been stung, I knew, and the poison was kicking in. Experienced fighters would fight off the effects on their own, I knew, but I was weak. The best I could hope to do was survive. Suddenly, the grass in front of me began to rustle. I felt despair fill me as I tumbled to the ground, unable to continue. A high pitched chittering was the last thing I heard before I was swallowed by the darkness.