Well, it has been quite a while since I last posted. I didn't have the time and the creativity for stories anymore. Publicity isn't my goal, heck, I couldn't get any fans even if I tried. But I'll try anyway. Thank you for reading!

New characters:

Electra-born a Pichu, currently a Pikachu. She loves peace and hates violence of any nature. Wears a pink bow on her tail.

Spark-a very rowdy Luxio who can be a bit brash at times. He is Electra's mentor on how to utilize electric type attacks.

KRAAASH

"Hmmmm…..Urrr…."

WHVOOOOM

"Hmmm…Ahhh…

Anyone…any…one"

….

"My, my, the storm has gotten intense!"

"It sure has. How long do you think it'll last?"

"I don't know, Electra, but it's been a few days."

"Come on Spark! There has to be a better answer than that…"

Spark looked to Electra, and let out a long sigh. He is Electra's mentor on anything and everything Electric type. His problem: Electra's irrational fear of her own type. He let his memories flow back to a different time: the very first day he stepped into ChargeShock Valley. It was a peaceful place, filled to the brim with flowers and lakes. Swablu and Altaria made their daily trips above the valley and often came down to eat and rest if the weather becomes bad. The first thing Spark saw was a huge Thunderbolt emanating from a running distance away. He was in awe at the amazing power and radiant glow that reached his eyes. However, something else happened: the earth was shaking, cracking underneath his feet. At that moment, Spark came back to life and jumped away. As he looked back, he was greeted with a swarm of Pokemon stampeding in his direction. Spark weaved through after much jumping and dashing through. He stopped to take a breath, and as he looked up…

"Spark! Are you listening?"

"Hm?"-he shifted back to the window-"What is…"

The storm outside became enraged. The gales were picking at their shelter, stealing straw from the roof, kicking down their walls with the brunt of 2 Machamps. Electra gulped and hid behind Spark. He could feel the consistent shivering on his back and sighed again. He patted her head, and Electra started to fall asleep.

"Electra, I suggest you go to bed."

"Noooo, I don't…yawn…wan…na"

Spark smiled as Electra was peacefully sleeping on his back. He tilted to the left, and she landed softly onto the ground. She muttered something in her sleep, then curled up and didn't utter a word. Spark got up and looked outside the window again. The storm showed no indication of letting up. He looked down at Electra once again; he kept his gaze upon her: a small Pikachu, defenseless and afraid of everything she represented.

Spark let his memories engross his mind once again. If she could do that before, how can she do it again?

…

KARRRSH

"Urrr…"

A lonely figure struggled to get up on the unrelenting shore. The gales slapped him hard to the ground, leaving him gasping.

"Haah…Haah…ha…"

His breath was limited; short, small pants of air entered and exited his lungs. Rain smeared his vision, blinding him to his surroundings. He felt so weak, much weaker than before. His efforts of recovery were all in vain. His closed his eyes in rebuke against the dangerous world and retreated back to his mind.

"Why…why am I here…what…ha…ppened…"

Then there was silence.