Once upon a time, there was a girl. She was relatively average in comparison to some of the other rangers-in-training. She kept her head down, and her attention out of other people's business. She did not want to be a ranger, really. Her mother and father pushed her into it, and paid for her way into the school. The daughter of a ranger and a mechanic, she had little in her life to chose. It was either one way, or the other, and in truth she couldn't figure out how to fix a broken pencil let alone a machine. So it was decided for her that she would become a ranger.

Eventually, the young girl grew to enjoy the jobs around the school, and took over feeding the resident bidoof and other Pokemon. They took to her very well, and she never seemed to need her styler to ask a Pokemon for help. Only twice had she used it, once was for class, and another was to stop two Pokemon from hurting one another; both times she had succeeded.

As she was feeding the bidoof, during a rather violent storm, she heard a loud roar. Being very curious, she left the bidoof house to go in search. The girl climbed over the Ranger School's wall, and landed with a 'squish' on her bare feet. She giggled slightly, feeling the mud between her toes, before jumping at the sound of another helpless roar. She ran to the noise, but stopped very suddenly as her eyes drifted up the long neck of a giant Charizard, straight into its eyes.

Her eyes widened in fear, but only for a moment. She noticed quickly that the Pokemon had been tethered to the ground with chains, holding it in place. The flame on its tail was nearly out by this point, and she quickly pulled off her parka and held it over the small spark.

The Charizard watched her, but didn't fight. He watched her pick up a stick to prop up the parka, and then go to work loosening the chains that were digging deeply into his leathery skin. Frightened, he jerked a wing back, and tore a hole into it; this made him more enraged.

"Hush, little darling..." She whispered it so softly, that he immediately relented. She managed to pull the chains away, giving him some relief. "Come with me," she motioned towards the school. Slowly, she lead him along to the wall. Looking up, she called out. "Benj! Open the gate please!"

The gatekeeper was startled at the fact a student was outside of the walls, but opened the door to her. She took the charizard into the main hall, where students began to crowd around. "No! Get back!" She motioned all of them away, but they kept coming closer. The Charizard, once charmed by her, again became agitated. It roared, and tried to spit flames, yet all it did was begin to cough. "Back up!" The students did not need to be told again, as she sat with the Charizard's head in her lap.

A teacher came out, and screamed. "Get us some broth! Something for this poor thing!" The teacher tried to pull the girl away from the charizard, but she refused.

"I brought it here, it is, and someday will be my job to take care of it. Just tell me what to do."

The teacher was taken back by her maturity, and nodded. "Here," she handed her a large beaker of vegetable broth. "Feed it this ever two hours. And dry it with these towels. Then you need to clean out those wounds and bandage them."

Another teacher came up, and began to argue. "She is just a student! She can't do these things yet!" He walked up, and grabbed her arm to pull her away. The charizard, who's head hand been resting in her lap, opened one eye, and snarled at the teacher. He immediately backed away. "That thing is rabid. It isn't safe for her."

The girl promptly ignored him, and began to care for the charizard. The only room large enough to house it was the main hall, and so that is where she and the charizard slept. Over time, the dragon began to heal, and the flame on its tail grew larger and brighter. The teacher that helped her watched the two sleeping, the girl's head resting on the charizard's belly. "I've never seen such a potential partner pokemon this early..." She smiled, and walked away.

After the charizard had healed, it tested flying. The rip in its wing had been permanent, but did not effect its ability to glide or fly. The pokemon helped around the school, burning piles of leaves, and helping to crush boxes. Even the once rude teacher eventually grew fond of the big softy.

One afternoon, they discovered that the Charizard's favourite food was a burned sweet potato. After that, it was all they could do to keep enough sweet potato's around for the giant dragon to fill up on.

Eventually, the day of the girl's graduation came around.

"Although we will be sad to see all of you go, we will especially be sad to see this girl and Charizard leave. As is customary, you are all now qualified rangers, mechanics, and operators. Since we all know, this part is only formal; do you accept Charizard as your partner pokemon, to take care of eachother for the rest of your lives?" They both nodded. "Then, as I give you this styler, register your first pokemon!"

There were cheers, and a tent accidentally caught fire in a roar of joy, and then the rangers were each given their location assignment. She and Charizard; who she had chosen to give the name Naythan; much to his approval; flew off to meet their new ranger base.