Chapter 1: A Boy and his Axew
The afternoon sun beat down hard on the tanned dirt of a cliffside area, which was otherwise devoid of activity. It was then that a small green dragon-type pokemon with dagger-like tusks came over, sniffing the area for sources of nourishment. Rustling was heard in a nearby bush, but the pokemon paid no attention to it. Out popped out the head of Hilbert, a young boy with light brown hair. "Woah, an Axew! This is gonna be a great first capture!" he thought, getting a pokeball ready.
"Here goes!" Hilbert said aloud, throwing it as hard as he could at the Axew.
The dragon caught on though, violently swerving his head as the pokeball drew close. The tusk scraped the pokeball, producing a large tear, and the force knocked it back at the speed of a professional baseball pitcher's throw. It hit the boy square in the face, sending him flying back.
"Ow!" Hilbert yelled, struggling to get up. He dashed right at the Axew.
"Hey, you scratched my only pokeball! And my face!" Hilbert complained, holding the battered item in his hands. The Axew simply put his hand to his mouth and snickered.
"Grrrr!" the boy yelled, chasing the little dragon while shaking his fists. Axew wore a smug grin the entire way, but was no longer paying attention to where he himself was going. Once they were near a lake, his foot struck a large rock, hurling the pokemon into the water. "Eep!" Axew cried out.
The pokemon desperately flailed his arms to get out, but ended up sinking below the surface; his hyperventilation causing countless bubbles to form. Axew eventually fell unconscious.
"No!" Hilbert yelled, diving into the water. He reached his hand for Axew's rapidly descending body, the the glow of the water surface's light reflecting on his arm.
Axew opened his eyes very slowly, taking in the surroundings. He was on a bed bathed in the warm light of a nearby window; a window that a young boy was sleeping under. A shadow then enveloped the pokemon, belonging to a woman around 30, with light brown hair. "Ah, you're awake!" she said, putting down her knitting needle. "My son exhausted himself bring you here. Said there was no way he'd let you die without getting his 'revenge'." she began.
"Although, I suppose I should be the one getting 'revenge', considering what you did to Hilbert's 10th birthday present. There's no way he'll use something so scratched."
The mother lifted the torn pokeball with her hands, causing Axew to shoot up, gulping hard.
"Ahhh, don't worry!" she reassured. "I won't cook you or anything. At least not without pepper, anyways."
Axew gulped even harder.
"Heehee, I'm kidding!" the mother chuckled. "I know you were probably just defending yourself. Besides, I should've hid the pokeball better."
She looked over at her son, still snoozing away.
"...Since he won't want to use it though, maybe my baby boy also won't want to go on a long journey without any family to protect him..?" the mother quietly remarked, giving a concerned expression.
Axew simply stared at her.
"Oh! Did I say that out loud? I'm sorry," she apologized, cheeks turning a faint shade of red. "I'll uhhh... Get some more meds for you both before the pokemart closes. Then I can send you on your way."
As she made her way to the door, Axew merely stood watching in silence. His eyes also appeared concerned.
Two hours later, the door opened, letting in a wave of orange light from the imminent sunset. "Hilbert, dear! I'm home!" the mother called out, holding a shopping bag. As she looked at the other side of the room, her mouth suddenly opened wide, and dropped her shopping bag. After several seconds of taking in the sight though, her surprise turned into joy as her mouth formed a faint smile.
She witnessed her boy still snoozing, being bathed in a golden-orange glow from the window above. On top of him was Axew. He was sleeping peacefully. The two appeared at peace, as if nothing could ever hurt them.