Hey guys. It's been ages since I updated either of my stories, so I'll try to get back to that. For now, I'll have to manage with editing chapters I already have. However, I will be working on new chapters and working on those. Now that I've got a laptop I can call my own, I'll be poppin' out chapters as fast as I can. For those of you who have stayed with me since I started in March 2015, thanks for your support and your motivation!

P.S. I changed the POV change smack in the middle of the chapter, so enjoy!

This is the story of a boy named Mason Callaghan, and the companions that surround him. Mason himself was a normal, thirteen year old boy. He may be a little dark and secluded, but he never liked interacting with people very much. He was quite the socially volatile teenager, but he was for a good reason. His family line, the Callaghan family, was very well known for their distinguished and talented pokemon trainers. Those with the Callaghan name were trained and raised to become exceptional trainers in the pokemon championships. Mason however, was far below par as a trainer, even after more than ten years of training.

His parents shunned him over and over, ever since his first battle. He'd train with the Riolu he received as a birthday gift when he was six, but no matter what, he couldn't win a match against any trainers. After a while, he gave up at being a trainer and began studying medical care and career choices. Even then, his parents still tried to train him and made an appointment with Professor Oak for his thirteenth birthday.

He refused to go to the appointment, ultimately giving up on becoming a trainer. His parents did not take this well. They yelled at him that day and disowned him, calling him a failure of a son. They completely broke him that day, and drove him over the edge. He packed his things and left the house, off to live on his own. As he left, the Riolu he trained with ran after him, but Mason's parents didn't allow it to go. It was forced to stay at the home, simply hoping for Mason to come back for the little Riolu. The little pokemon waited for him everyday, hoping that he would come home, but he never did.

_oIo_

Three Years Later

Somewhere in the Forest

The sun shone through the trees of the forest ten miles away from a nearby town. It was spring and the leaves on the trees of the forest resonated a bright green, bringing a very saturated hue to the area. In a specific area of this forest, a wild Gardevoir walked around, searching for berries to eat. She came across a berry bush and searched for large and juicy berries, then held them in her hands. Once she got a good amount, she started walking back to a lake in the forest.

She had walked for a few minutes when she heard rustling from nearby bushes. She froze in place, and held her breath. Slowly, and very carefully, she turned her head and looked in the direction of the noise. She looked at a row of bushes, but there was nothing else she could see. Then she saw it: a pair of yellow and red eyes, staring directly at her. Gardevoir dropped the berries and ran the other way as fast as she could.

Behind her, Gardevoir could hear the howl of a Mightyena followed by other similar howls. She picked up her pace and swerved in and out of trees as to lose the following predators. She looked back behind her as she ran, and saw several grey and black blurs swerving through the trees. She counted up to eight- no… nine Mightyenas chasing her. Gardevoir began to panic and leaped over another bush.

The first thing that came to her mind, was her chances of surviving, which were very slim. Mightyenas were strong pokemon alone, but in a pack, they were something close to deadly. Gardevoir continued to run and came across a narrow ravine about 12 feet wide. Far below, a rushing river with jagged rocks flowed in between the gap. Gardevoir pushed her legs harder and ran full speed towards the gap. At the very edge, she leaped forward over the ravine with outstretched arms. She looked down as she jumped over, and felt her stomach turn. Gardevoir looked back up just too late and landed on the other side, twisting her ankle. Her legs buckled underneath her and sent her tumbling across the jagged rocks on the other side.

Gardevoir yelped in pain, struggling to get back on their feet. When she did, she looked back at the ravine to see four of the Mightyenas stop dead in their tracks. The other five leaped over effortlessly and closed in on her. The Mightyena closest to her leaped and tackled her to the ground. Gardevoir fell and rolled to a stop at the foot of a large oak tree, breathing raggedly. The pack crawled and crept towards her, teeth barred. They poised themselves for the kill, but stopped when an authoritative growl came from the Mightyena in the middle. The rest of the pack stepped back as a large, scarred beast walked towards Gardevoir, eyeing his prize.

The Mightyena grinned sinisterly, striking fear in Gardevoir. She crawled away and was able to stand up, but the Mightyena leaped at her and clamped his sharp teeth down on the side of her neck. Gardevoir cried out in pain, and threw the Mightyena off of her neck. Gardevoir tried to use magical leaf to attack the Mightyena, but immediately collapsed to the ground.

She had been bitten with a dose of poison, and a purple bubbly substance covered her gushing wound. Her death was now decided, unable to be avoided. In a matter of minutes, she'd die of poisoning, if she didn't get ripped apart first. Her eyelids became heavy, and her limbs felt like lead. She knew she wasn't getting out of this alive. Gardevoir closed her eyes in defeat, as the alpha Mightyena advanced on her. She relaxed her body, and waited for the inevitable embrace of death.

Gardevoir made one last effort to open her eyes. She lifted her heavy eyelids just in time to see the large beast leap at her with his jaws open. Out of nowhere, a dark shadow leaped from the trees at the Mightyena, smooth and graceful, but powerful. The shadow rammed into the Mightyena and tackled it to the ground with a loud thud. A sickening crack echoed throughout the clearing. A large pool of blood collected under the shadow. The rest of the pack went silent as the shadow rose above the still body of the alpha, a large hunting knife protruding out of the Mightyena's head, right through its brain.

Time seemed to stop, and everything froze around them. One of the Mightyenas came back to its senses and pounced at the figure's neck, but the figure ducked under and struck the Mightyena in the gut. The shadow pulled the hunting knife out of the alpha's head as the other three leapt at it. The figure rolled under one of the Mightyenas and landed on its back. The pack landed and ran towards it, but the figure kicked out with its feet, smashing in one of the Mightyena's heads and knocking it dead. The other landed on the figure and went for the throat, but the shadow put up its arm. The Mightyena bit into the figure's forearm, causing the figure to growl in anger.

The figure grabbed the Mightyena's head with its other hand, then twisted the arm that was in the Mightyena's mouth. The Mightyena's head turned a full 180 degrees with snap, then fell off of the figure. The shadow stood up, then looked at the two Mightyenas that remained. The figure picked up its knife and took a low stance. Both of the Mightyena's leaped at the shadow, and the shadow retaliated by spinning around and landing two solid spinning kicks on both of them. One of them fell down, unconscious, while the other got back up with weak knees.

The last Mightyena looked over at Gardevoir, then back at the figure. Its eyes kept moving between the two, then Gardevoir realized what it was going to do. The mightyena turned away from the figure and ran with bared teeth at her. In response, the figure threw the knife and dove at the mightyena. The knife dug into the area between the mightyena's shoulder blades, causing the Mightyena to howl in pain. The shadow tackled the Mightyena to the side, barely missing Gardevoir and grinding the Mightyena into the ground. The shadow grabbed the hilt of the knife and thrusted it upwards, splitting the Mightyena's head in two.

The forest went silent after that, and the rustling of the grass could easily be heard. Gardevoir looked over to the shadow as it wiped the blood off of the blade of the knife with it's long leather sleeve. At that moment, the poison's effect fully kicked in and caused Gardevoir to pass out. Right before she closed her eyes, she saw the figure notice and run over to her. She closed her eyes and allowed her heart to stop beating.

_oIo_

One Week Later

Somewhere in the Forest

Mason sat against the wall of the cabin, stitching his bite wound from a week ago. Before then, he didn't have access to any stitching supplies, so he had to deal with simple dressings and bandages. Mason finished the last stitch, tied it up so it wouldn't come loose, then cut the excess with his hunting knife. Prior to the fiasco with his parents, he had studied emergency medical care and had become certified up to an Advanced Emergency Medical Technician level. It definitely helped when it came to injuries like his. Mason was covering up his wound when he heard rustling from the couch.

He looked over to the couch where a white and blue figure was covered with a blanket, rustling and awakening. He put the supplies away and started making a cup of warm chocolate.

He was stirring the chocolate mix in with the warm water when he heard more rustling. Mason looked over to see a full head of bright blue hair rising above the back of the couch. He hadn't really looked at her in detail for the last week. Just busy. Mason pulled a coaster out of one of the drawers, picked up the mug full of warm chocolate and walked back over to the couch. Setting the mug down on a coaster, Mason blew the hot drink and placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch. Mason glanced at the figure, thinking. Her dress was simple, but it was extremely nice. It was made out of some kind of fabric that was unlike any other. Smooth and light, but durable and thick like it was made out of the finest tailor's material.

The girl sat up with closed eyes and yawned cutely. She mewled out and opened her eyes, slowly looking around the room. Then her eyes fell on Mason and froze. She just sat there staring, never moving. Confused, Mason looked down at his attire, wondering why she was staring. He wasn't weird looking, was he? Mason disregarded it and held the warm chocolate out to her.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly. She looked at Mason with curious... gold... eyes? She slowly cupped her hands in front of the cup and waited, like it was foreign for her to drink from the cup. This was surprising, because she appeared to be around sixteen, but she acted like a curious little girl. Mason chuckled.

"No, you drink from the cup," Mason said as he held the mug closer to her mouth, but she backed away from it. Mason sighed.

"Do you want me to show you?" he asked. She tilted her head at Mason, almost like she didn't understand him, but then she nodded her head. She understood. Mason held the mug firmly and drank from the cup to show her how to use it. It felt completely off to him, considering he was teaching someone around his age how to drink from a cup. Mason barely took a sip just to make sure it wasn't too hot or cold. Fortunately, it was perfectly fine. He held out the cup to the girl, making sure to move slowly and steadily. The girl looked at the cup for a few seconds, then hesitantly went to hold it.

Mason's fingers brushed lightly against hers, almost making him drop the cup. She almost felt electric or magnetic, it was something he couldn't describe. It was like the feeling someone gets when they touch their tongue to the end of a charged battery, except Mason was feeling that in his fingertips. The girl held the cup firmly. She had the cup in her hands, so Mason let go. She looked at the cup, then at him, and slowly took a sip. The sip lasted a few seconds, then she separated her lips from the cup.

Mason made eye contact again, then realized something that was so obvious that it hurt. This girl, she wasn't even human. Her proportions were much like a human's, but slimmer and more elegant. As well as that, she has something like an orange protrusion in place of her sternum. She almost looked like something you'd see out of a romance shoujo anime. She was something way too cute to be human. The only question was this: What pokemon was she?

The pokemon went for another sip, but winced and dropped the cup. Mason saw this and moved his hand to catch the mug. Unfortunately, he was too slow and the mug fell onto the ground, spilling warm chocolate everywhere. Mason cursed under his breath and grabbed a towel from under the kitchen sink. He came back over to the couch and dabbed what he could off of the hardwood ground. After Mason scrubbed what he could, he turned his attention back to the girl. She was holding the bandage on her shoulder, where she was bit. Mason knelt next to the couch and moved his hand towards her injury. She quickly pulled back and looked at him worriedly. Mason slowly moved back and sat on his heels.

"It's okay," he said softly. "I'm just checking to see how it's healing." Mason stayed there for a full thirty seconds before she submitted. She relaxed a little, still stiff, and allowed him to gently pull the bandage back.

The scar still looked pretty nasty, but it was healing nicely. The skin had healed so that there were no more holes, and the skin's pigment was returning to normal. All in all, her recovery was going smoothly. When Mason first saw what happened, he extracted the poison and used berries to cancel out the effects of what poison was left. She wasn't breathing, so Mason had to perform CPR whilst finding a defibrillator. It was difficult, but he somehow pulled it off. She went into a week-long coma, leaving Mason to carry her back to his cabin. She was stable during the week though, which made things much easier for him.

Mason examined the wound closer and determined that some ibuprofen would help settle the pain for now. He went back into the kitchen and grabbed a glass, then filled it with cold milk. The entire time, the pokemon was watching him. He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a pill bottle with the word "ibuprofen" on it. After unscrewing the lid, he popped a small pill out into his palm, then sealed the bottle with the lid and placed the bottle back into the cabinet.

With the glass of milk and the pill, Mason walked back to the couch and handed the pokemon both of them. She held them in her hands and looked at them confusedly. Mason was afraid that she wouldn't get it, but eventually she swallowed the pill and finished the glass of milk. She handed Mason the glass, who seated it back on the table.

"Okay," Mason said, putting his hands together. "Your shoulder is still healing, so you should rest. Using it will only reopen the wound. Do you understand?" he asked politely. The pokemon nodded. Suddenly, Mason felt a presence in his head.

'Thank you, I appreciate your help,' a voice said. The voice mused like a flowing river, pleasing to the ear; elegant and attractive. Mason began looking around the room, trying to find the voice. The pokemon just giggled cutely. Confused, Mason looked around until he realized that it was the pokemon. He knew there were psychic pokemon out there, but very few could directly communicate with people.

'Tell me, what is your name?' she asked him through telepathy. Mason shook his head a little. It was going to take a little getting used to hearing voices in his head.

"I-It's Mason," he managed to stutter out. "Mason Callaghan." The pokemon smiled and leaned forward.

'Thank you Mason. What you did was beyond anything I could ever ask for.' she whispered. Mason looked down at the floor, unsure how to handle the situation. Dealing with girls was hard enough, now he had to deal with a POKEMON girl like this? To say the least, he was never prepared for a situation like this.

"I-I just did what any other person would do," he reasoned. The pokemon just shook her head.

'No. Others would run away, they wouldn't get involved at all. But you risked your life for someone that you didn't know. I've never met anyone, pokemon or human, who would do that so selflessly, Mason,' she praised with her silky voice. Mason looked back down to the floor, a little flustered.

"Anyways," he changed the subject. "You should get some rest and let that shoulder heal. Once it's done, you can leave, okay?" In response, the pokemon puffed out her cheeks in a cute little way and made a pouty face.

'What if I don't want to leave? Do you know how hard it is to survive out there alone?' she replied. Mason sighed deeply, contemplating on the cons and pros of letting this pokemon stay in his house. 'We'll, if she were to stay here, then my food supply would run out quicker. However, if she were to stay, then-'

'You'd have another helping hand,' the pokemon finished. Mason's eyes widened.

"Wait… you can read my thoughts?"

'Yes, I can and I have been,' she telepathically said to Mason. He blushed heavily, embarrassed. The pokemon giggled again, obviously amused. Mason grumbled.

"I'll have to think about it" he said. "But as long as you're here, we're going to have to address each other by name." In response, the pokemon smiled at Mason and leaned forward.

'My name is Nida,' she whispered. 'From now on, I will be in your care, Mason.'