It All Goes Up In Flames
The flames raged around me, the sky was black and speckled with clouds of grey ash, huge pillars of smoke rose from the straw roofs of the huts around me. I was alone in this chaos. My eyes flicked around me to look for danger, a reaction -or instinct- that had imbedded itself in me through the years. A lone charmeleon walked stepped out of one of the burning huts, a black bag of spoils over his left shoulder and a infant child in his right claw. A sadness ignited itself within me, I knew he was one of the ones responsible for this, a belt hung from his left shoulder to his waist with a buckle covering his heart with the emblem of two fangs crossed over a coin. I wanted to do something, to bring him and the others to justice, but I wasn't the type to fight and my skills in offence were dulled by a lifetime of neglect.
The suns morning rays crept up my face as they had done for the last thirteen seasons. With a furry paw I rubbed my sleepy eyes before I even opened them. The need to stay lying soon faded, I had never been able to sleep with light shining on me, I had never liked the pounding heat of the suns rays either.
I turned away and fled, he could hold the infant against me, there was nothing I could do.
My ears twitched as I took in the surrounding sounds, it was silent aside from the ominous wind gusts that whistled through the alleyways and through the straw of the roofs. A puffy tail raised itself behind me, its white tip wavering in the gentle breeze that found its way to me.
I darted through the maze of alleyways and paths between the burning huts, leaping through the flames that had consumed the buildings. Nothing could keep with me here, let alone fit through the places I could.
I padded forward a few steps on my cat like feet without opening my eyes. I now felt the cool wind as it sent ripples along my fur, it caught in my long ears and tickled their insides, especially my left which was slight longer than its twin. I took a sniff, the wind smelled of the dirt that paved the roads, of the soft moss that speckled the mountains the village was built upon and the scent of the rocks damp from the nights thin frost.
I burst through a final wall of fire and yellow, out into the small courtyard of our village, it was the small space between the gates of the wooden walls and the chief's domain, the ground was paved with cobble stones to differentiate it from the roads.
I opened my eyes to the scene before me; wooden huts topped with straw roofs, narrow alleyways and paths wound between them from road to road from the constant short cutting done by the residents who didn't wish to use the wider roads for one reason or another. Behind me I knew was a reasonably large shelter, wooden support beams ran up the walls and across the ceiling, holding the planks together. The shelter itself was filled with firewood stacked against one wall, food stocks were stacked in an opposite corner and other supplied such as the hay I had used as a bed were scattered in various places. I woke up from this sleepy state as the wind blew several locks of my caramel coloured fur into my eyes, my fur was slightly lighter than that of the rest of my kind who wore a more brown coat. I blew it out of the way with a breath from under my nose.
The scene before me was the center of the chaos, the commanders of the invading force gathered, a purple scorpion, their leader. Around him his soldiers beat the captives into cages and bound them in chains, bodies littered the floor. I turned to flee, something clamped around my neck.
I looked down at the soft mane of white fur that covered my neck. I took a short moment to flatten the frizzier parts before looking down at my forepaws. A thick coat of caramel fur covered my whole body aside from my mane and the tip of my tail.
The word pokémon and that official stuff is © to game freak and Yada yada, anyways the text in italics is sorta what's going to happen or what is happening and the normal text is a flash back, lets just say they are different times.
Anyways tell me any errors you spot and I will fix them, any tips and improvements I can make too. The compliments are nice but writers thrive off the criticism.