So this a new story I'm doing... so yeah.

Fawn's POV

"Finish off with Leaf Blade!" I shouted at Leafeon, waving my hand ever so dramatically. She leaped into the air with a growl, and finished the poor Skitty with a blinding, green slash. I smirked at the random geeky pigtailed girl who had been foolish enough to challenge me. Faking a yawn, I brushed off an invisible fleck of dust on my black leather jacket and held out my arm for Leafeon. She scampered across my arm, and onto my shoulder nesting comfortably onto my shoulder. The girl burst into tears and ran back along the path, probably to a campsite or something.

Twirling around, I got back on the dirt path that headed to Indigo Platform, and headed in the opposite direction of the girl. Score one for me, Zip for the geeky kids. I walked along the dirt path, whistling a tune of victory. Up head, skid marks marred the path, and I could see bushes teared apart. I frowned and walked closer towards the destruction zone. There were claw marks dug into the dirt and I could barely make out the sight of ashes. A massive Pokemon must have passed or something. I spotted a Pokeberry tree and a few clumps of foliage at the bottom. Why isn't it still there eating? I wondered, frowning. I took a few steps toward the tree, and my heart stopped.

Backpacks were lying there, opened and with Pokeballs inside. Then, I heard a roar, the roar of a Ursaring, well actually a couple of Ursarings.

Dawn's POV

I had had it with Paul Slate. Had it. Okay, so a few months ago, I trip and fall on him. Perfectly normal. He calls me Troublesome. Normal. He asks me to travel with him a day later. NOT NORMAL. So maybe I'm screaming with joy on the inside. Maybe. And I accept. I travel with him for a month. I could count with my hands, how many times he hasn't teased me, hasn't called me Troublesome and hasn't insulted my Pokemon. And now this. He tries to capture an Ursaring (Doesn't he already have one?) and gets us into this mess. Right now, I was ready to slap him, little crush or not.

I tripped over a tree root and went sprawling onto the grass, by the time I picked up myself the Ursaring were closer and Paul was-helping me up? He must have seen my surprised expression, because he said (still with his "flat face") "I'm not heartless."

"People with hearts, don't try to capture a group of Ursaring, when they already have one." With a huff, I started running again, only to be met a few minutes later, with a huge cliffside. I glared at Paul even more. I turned around to face the Ursaring, cursing my foolishness, why hadn't I brought my Pokemon?

The Ursaring advanced, mouths drooling with (ew) saliva, their razor sharp claws gleamed in the sunlight. I swallowed and fingered my Pokeball necklace that Ash had given me for my 17th birthday. "Energy Ball!" A voice shouted, and a Leafeon burst from the trees, a green ball of light in its paws. She/he threw it at the Ursaring, and I was amazed at the power.

The energy ball with its crackling, sizzling light had looked beautiful in the sparkling sun, and I couldn't help but wonder if the girl was a coordinator. But when it landed on the Ursaring, the illusion of beauty was gone, and I could see a massive ball of destruction. "Get down." Paul commanded suddenly and jumped on top of me, shielding my head. In my peripheral vision, I could see the aura of green energy expanding towards us and I cringed bracing for the impact.

With a laugh, a girl stepped out of the trees and motioned to the Leafeon. It sprinted towards us, and another, more solid aura expanded around us. Safeguard. Then, with a sudden breeze, the green aura was blown away, and Leafeon sprinted back to its mistress, leaving Paul awkwardly holding me. With a sudden abruptness he jumped off me, a very slight tinge on his cheeks. Barely noticeable. This caused the girl to snicker slightly as I got up, brushing a leaf from my leg.

I got a look at her, and I realized how her Leafeon could've been so powerful. She wore a black ripped leather jacket, with a purple and black T-shirt. Yet, she didn't look like a goth or punk. Her jeans were ripped, and she wore black combat boots with a dented buckle. Her hair was dyed electric blue, and held in a side ponytail. She had on black fingerless gloves, that looked knitted. But one of the weird things about her, was that a phone was belted to her jeans, like a knife or something. A phone.

She gave me quirky smile, asking "So, how long have you two liked each other?"

"I don't like him," I said, shaking my head furiously.

"What's there to like about her?'" Paul said roughly glaring at the strange girl.

She only smiled and raised her hands up, as if mocking us. "Denial" she said in a singsong voice. She held out her hand to us, "the name's Fawn."

"What would I want with your hand?" Paul asked rudely.

"That sounded reaally weird." Fawn said, then stuck her hand to me. I gratefully accepted it and introduced myself. "I'm Dawn, and he's Paul."

"Paul?" Fawn asked in surprise.

"Haven't recognized me yet?" Paul asked smirking.

"Actuaally, I thought you were more like a Will or something." Fawn quipped back.

I started laughing, there weren't many people who could best Paul in a "verbal battle."

"Fawn?" I asked warily. She seemed like a nice person, but I couldn't exactly compare her to Zoey. I didn't know how she was going to respond.

"Yeah?"

"Are you coordinator?"

"Yeah." She looked at me like she knew I had more to say.

"Would you help perfect some of my appeals I had in mind, I'm having a hard time getting them right."

"Um.. I can't."

I sighed and looked down at the ground. "It's okay."

"No, I mean I want to help you and all.. but I'm getting the feeling Paul is going to ask for a battle, and I'd like to kick his ass first."

I smiled, gratefully. I was starting to like this girl.

Fawn's POV

"Three on three?" Paul asked me.

"Your going waaayy down," I challenged.

"We'll see about that." Paul shot back.

"I haven't heard anything else buuuut that comeback whenever I say that." I quipped.

We were standing across each other on a safer part of the cliffside. I had waited for them to get their backpacks, and I had to admit, the view here was pretty. I mean, the huuuge river of frothy, rapidly moving water a hundred feet below, wasn't the most attractive thing I'd ever saw in my life, but the view of the river, the lush green grass growing on what there was of a side bank, and the bronzish color of the rock walls, reflecting off the afternoon sunlight wasn't bad at all.

"Tortella, standby for battle." Paul shouted harshly, throwing his Pokeball into the air.

I raised my eyebrow at his "opening comment" and chose one of my Pokemon. "Warturtle, let's own this thing!" I tossed it into the air and Warturtle jumped out.

"Let's own this thing?" Paul said exasperatedly.

"I change it every time," I said proudly.

"A water Pokemon? Is this supposed to be some strategy?"

I smirked, "Watch and hopefully try to learn."

"Frenzy plant," Paul commanded.

"Rapid spin," I commanded Warturtle. He jumped into the air and started spinning. Using this technique, he maneuvered his way around the thorns, and under Tortella's belly. I smiled, and waved my hand dramatically into the air. "Aqua tail." Warturtle's tail glowed a fluorescent blue, and he slashed against Tortella's weak spot. Tortella roared and fell over, exposing his stomach. Perfect."Iron tail!" With a now metallic tail, Warturtle slashed again, it was the finishing shot.

Paul, winced and thrust out his Pokeball,"Return."

I smirked, so predictable. Paul called out his Drapion next, with a confident look on his face. I, planned to wipe it off.

I chewed contently on the sandwich while Dawn explained to me, exactly how Paul wouldn't disturb me if I traveled with them to the Grand Festival on the Indigo Plat form. I hid a smile, when I saw Paul frown at Dawn's words. I was definitely enjoying this.

"So, is it yes, or no?" Dawn eagerly asked.

"Yes."

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