When he first set foot into the town of Aldmere, there was a commotion on the town square. He could see multiple trainers with their Pokemon out; some were even looking at his direction, beckoning him towards them. As he grew closer he felt an unnatural chill run over his very being. "A psychic barrier..?" One of the trainers heard his muttering and told him of the scattering of psychic and ghost types that were spread throughout the town.
"We're spread so thin that even those that need to maintain this barrier were tasked to patrol the perimeter of the town." Sensing his next question, the town trainer added, "This town lies near two big colonies of Aggron and Tyranitar. They have lived for decades without seeing the other, but I could surmise that their territories got so big that they have managed to encroach on the others'."
And as if to validate his words, a loud screeching roar was heard followed by a rumble that sounded like two mountains crashing together. The tremors started anew. He felt some small tremors when he was walking towards the town but he thought they were just Onix's tunneling beneath him. He was in a mountainous area and tunnels on finer soil do tend to cave in, causing small tremors.
A crackle came from a multitude of tranceivers was heard. Almost all trainers have a pocket tranceiver that can connect to a public local frequency, in cases like this. "Home base, this is trainer Aldo, sent to scout south. Skirmish between the two colonies are approximately two kilometers from the south gate. I repeat, two kilometers from south gate, over." An old man who the majority of the people in the square were crowding towards answered, "Scout, this is the mayor speaking, can you describe the scene to me, son?"
He tuned everything out at that point, intent on observing the people around him. Children were crying and clutching firmly on their parents' clothes. Trainers and even the town's resident Nurse Joy was fussing over all the Pokemon returning from their patrol. Everything went silent when they felt the strongest tremor so far, but was broken by the loud cry of a child pointing upwards to the sky. The child's parents could only stare to where their child was pointing - transfixed at the sight of their untimely death from the flying boulders coming towards them.
The trainers and their respective Pokemon scrambled to go on the defensive. Trainers despite their usually young ages are considered the first line of defense against times like this, not essentially cannon fodder, but they must place civilians' lives over their own. He saw differing water types, deep sea and river based ones. Good variety in such a mountainous area such as this, he mused. A standout star was a large Empoleon that struck boulders nearing the barrier with it's shining wing. The psychic barrier may be strong enough to withstand any of the elements, but with the large weight of the boulders, it could end in casualties.
A Medicham was nimbly piercing the weak points of the boulders rolling towards them. They explode in a shower of dust and rubble soon after. That was actually smart, the trainer thought. Bypassing the harder parts of the boulder by going through the part with the most space and sending a small psychic blast towards its center. He could hear the loud voice of the Medicham's trainer, directing the Pokemon towards the next boulder.
A few meters from the gate of the town he could see multiple flying types with shining wings either breaking or pushing smaller boulders towards the forest surrounding the town.
From the cacophony he could clearly hear the mayor's frantic calling of the League's Teleporters - a section of the Rangers trained by renowned Psychics like Kanto's Sabrina, Hoenn's twins Tate and Liza and even Sinnoh's own Will. They are deemed as the first response for any kind of emergency - and they are to assess to either evacuate the people or to just form a defensive barrier till the situation passes. Although as he mentally counts the number of people caught in this phenomenon, he could only hope that the League sends enough responders. It's a very straightforward piece of logic - there is more energy required to move a greater mass. He added to himself, the distance is also another factor, to be completely safe, they must be teleported at least to ten kilometers away from the situation. A typical League issued Kadabra can only teleport a mass of six people to over twenty kilometers in one jump.
He has full trust in the mayor though, that enough reinforcements arrive, if not, then..
His musings were further cut when some trainers atop their flying Pokemon were hurrying towards their location. They were shouting something he couldn't actually pick out from the noise around them but he understood when he heard a loud crash coming from one of the houses near the town wall. A steel like body has crashed towards it and another green and spiked boulder was barreling towards it. The fight has reached the town.
All of the trainers recalled their Pokemon towards the barrier, and the psychics were tasked to accommodate the larger group. The mayor received a reply, apparently, but he has relayed that since their town was a few hundred kilometers away from the nearest outpost, it would take up to ten minutes for the fastest team to arrive. All they could do now was wait.
He looked around when more crashing sounds were heard over the worried cries and moans of the people. More steel behemoths and spiked green monsters were crashing into each other towards the rows of houses. He could even spot clouds of hot compressed air coming from afar, the Pupitar he thought, were involved in this fight as well. He could taste the despair and anguish of the people around him and he realized that he has been drowning himself into his thoughts once again. He got a red and white ball from his inside jacket pocket - an action which another told him not to ("They are too many, let us minimize casualties." ) - and he just smiled.
"Trust me."
His words were followed by a strange and hollow bellow. Ancient and plenty it reached towards the sky and even into their very being. The light from the ball vanished and the people around him marveled at the sight of the otherworldly blue humongous being in front of him. It stood on four similar legs and had a silver cross on it's face. His ever so trustworthy Metagross already knew what to do, even if it was confined within it's ball. He stopped wondering how many years ago, and he would not have it any other way.
The battling hordes suddenly stopped.
The mayor of Aldmere was not a man of faith. He frowns upon acts of faith which ranges from people going to their own churches to people praying into whatever item they deify. He is a man of pride, and by just seeing that creatures of varying strengths be captured by inventions of men, he has assured himself that the so called gods of the days of yore could eventually be tamed and captured. If he didn't know that a small ball he could buy at almost any settlement can contain a creature that could kill him just by looking at his direction, he would also be bowing before them, in the hopes of his survival.
However, when he saw that monster of a Metagross, he realized how tiny he was. Maybe it was his dulled instincts telling him to run or even his small voice of faith, that made him scared of his own existence. Is this how his ancestors felt in the face of such great and unknown power?
When he saw all of the fighting creatures lifted into the air he wondered how such a being do so, there were almost a hundred scattered creatures and they all rose as one with no visible strain to the Metagross. From his spot he could only hear the pitiful and angry cries of the creatures, but two furious roars shook his very being. He could see the two trashing through their imaginary almost non-existent constraints. He wondered how a Dark type could easily be immobilized by a Psychic, Pokemon 101: Dark nullifies Psychic.
Maybe it's the feeling (or the non-feeling) evoked by the Metagross, but he did not even wonder how a single man was able to tame a creature as this.
No buildup of energy was felt, not even a wave of energy came from the Metagross. It seemed as if invisible constraints just wrapped around the fighting creatures just existed. It is as if they all rose on their own. Whatever the Metagross willed happened almost instantaneously. His trainer just patted his body, and as if not holding hundreds of tons in the air, it shifted it's body towards it's trainer - loving the warmth and familiarity it's trainer gives.
The floating Pokemon were then suddenly moved and grouped together. Almost all - but two - has stopped fighting their restraints. The two - loudly roaring, with furious eyes glaring daggers towards the blue monstrosity and it's trainer - were then brought nearer to the trainer and he situated himself between the two and gave the Metagross a look. A small huff of confirmation was all he got.
He felt that familiar pressure whenever his Metagross would communicate with him. Images and emotions would fly by him. Pokemon are sentient beings, but they are not so easily understood. He likened this feeling like a game of charades - the metaphysical kind. The first that he felt was this nagging. A need for something. Something with a taste. He felt/tasted/smelled and whatnot. He likened it into whenever his lips get so dry - iron. But somehow it runs away so quickly. Water. Iron. Metal. Water from mountains are usually mixed with whatever minerals near it. They were looking for mountain water - they ran out.
It's somewhat difficult to understand this creatures he would always think, our human perception would always approximate ideas into what we already know. He wondered how would he know metal if he hadn't encountered it before? That scared him.
And then a different set of feeling came to him. This time somewhat easier. He felt as if his arms - no his legs - no his entire body need to move. Move so fast and so strong and again and again again again. He was so restless and so pent up he just wants to let go and be free.
And then he understood. And when he realized where he was - now between two docile creatures - he gave his Metagross a nod and the bindings were gone. No fighting happened, the two creatures near him just stared at each other, understanding the other's plight. He was miffed on how late his understanding was but he was so different from the creatures, his mind so entirely foreign. But, he was happy, so happy for the fact that as if the fight never happened the two seeming leaders (Alphas, he would call them) went to their respective groups and went towards their own respective homes. He knew that whatever territory dispute they have was now long gone, for they would wish to rather survive together than perish separately.
Everyone in the town was quiet. The elders just stared at the impossibility of what transpired while the younger kids just looked at him in awe. The trainer oblivious to it all just went towards his Metagross and patted it again, congratulating on job well done.
The silence was broken by the loud pops of displaced air. The League has arrived with a force of twenty trainers with at least three teleporting Kadabras. When they saw the wrecked town they thought of the worst but they did not see any body thrown around. They walked towards the town square and entered the (miraculously still standing) psychic dome. The mayor went towards them and started berating and blaming them for all the damage.
Everyone else started doing their own little celebrations, very thankful of what saved them. Some trainers even tried approaching the Metagross and it's trainer but it seemed that some sort of wall kept them away. The League then started getting reports from the trainers and civilians and they even let out Audinos to heal any injuries received. Thankfully only a few were injured and were easily patched by either a small heal pulse or a disinfectant gauze.
The leader of the responders and the mayor then started to walk towards their savior. Feeling the barrier between them, the leader asked his Alakazam to force the wall open. The Alakazam beside him just stared at his trainer and shook his head. He doesn't have the power to will it. The leader then just gave a sign to the trainer.
It was the Metagross who saw the hand waving and the leader -for a moment- locked eyes with the behemoth and suddenly felt a very otherworldly threat. The trainer feeling the ire of his Metagross looked to where his Pokemon was staring at and saw them. He gave the Metagross a light bop on it's head and the leader suddenly felt that he could breathe again (even if he didn't know that he forgot to breathe).
They asked for the trainer's name, but he just cocked his head to the side and laughed. "My name is of no importance, I am simply passing by." The Mayor then recovered his past bravado and told him, "All this time, you hold the solution to our problem, I saw you even before our scouts arrived. Why didn't you help us then?" The trainer just gave him that damn infuriating smile.
"I won't be there to save you the next time, the same way I won't always be here to help." and with those parting words he, along with the Metagross vanished. The mayor and the leader of the responders just blinked, not believing that someone just disappeared right in front of them.
The trainer stopped walking as he gave the bright star that painted the sky orange a long look. "Heh. That is some dull star, right, Helel?" He felt the ball around his neck warm up and shake for a bit, as if showing it's amusement. The trainer just continued walking through the road.