It was now or never. I had to get this kill, or else I would go hungry tonight in the Village. The Elk I was about to murder sat grazing in the meadow. I sighed. I hated killing animals. I knew they might have had families as well, but hey. You gotta get food, right? That's what my mentor at home tells me.

I examine the playing field. A hilltop, covered in snow. Some shrubbery off to the side, and a single Elk grazing little pieces of grass it can harvest on the top of said hill. About a mile or two away from my Village. Arhnigel Valley, we call it. Its a sunny day in the middle of February. Doesn't matter where we live. Always snowing. We live on top of a Mountain. Crestlueflerhe Mountain, Crest for short. That's also the name of my Village. But enough about the area, back to what I was doing. Hunting an Elk.

I sat behind a shrub, in a crouched position.I peeked over at the hunting target. It was looking away. Now was my chance. I jumped (quietly) from behind the shrubbery. I ran at the Elk, my feet lifting off the ground, keeping me quiet. A Technique my Mentor taught me. When I got close enough, I drew my twin blades. I turned into a slanted position, flung my arms our, swords in hand, and began to spin towards the animal. I felt the blood spurt on me as the blades connected. The animal fell to the ground, as did I. I wiped the blood off my swords, and grabbed the now dead Elk's leg. I flung it over my shoulder, and began for home.

I guess now's a good of time as any to introduce myself. The name's Charmeadon. Or, Charma for short. If you couldn't tell, I'm a Charmander, also a hunter. I live in the small Village of Crest, with my mentor and adoptive father, Aluth the Lucario. He teaches me many things, including Swordfighting. in this world, Pokemon Moves are nonexistent. Only a select few can master their Element, or Type. We call these people "Elementals", but they are just a legend now. We haven't seen one in a thousand years, not since the great Lucario known as Alexandre. Anyways, enough about all that.

I heaved my catch back to Crest. Like a said, a mile was in between me and the village. I trudged ahead, cutting off a piece of the Elk to snack on. It was getting dark. I had to hurry. I broke into a run, sweat dripping from my skin. I reached the village about a half an hour later, and threw the Elk into the butchery, then I stumbled back into my home, falling into a deep slumber in my cotton bed.

About an hour later (I assume, I really have no sense of time) I was awoken by the sounds of Aluth's voice.

"Wake up, Charmeadon." The Lucario was the only one who called me by my real name. "We need to practice." I shuffled out of my bed. Aluth walked out of the room, and I put on clean clothing. A warm coat with a fuzzy collar, tan snowpants, warm mittens, and my White Scarf. I grabbed my swords and ran out the back door into our training area. Aluth was already there, his large sword in hand. He shifted into a battle position almost immediately.

"Alright, Charmeadon. Remember what I taught you. Use your skills." Aluth was one of the few people who could take almost any beating with full force. It was fun practicing with him, even if I got a few injuries.

"Alright, lets go!" I drew my swords. The battle was engaged. I ran full force at Aluth, blades ready to strike, he turned around, and threw his large weapon over his shoulder, hitting me by the legs, and making me miss my attack on him. I stumbled backwards.

"Impressive." He smiled, then closed his eyes. I know what he was doing, and immediately jumped in the air, coming down full force on him, knocking him over.

"Ugh." He sighed as he slowly got back up. "...You do well, Charmeadon, but you forget one thing."

"And what is that?"

"Your Artes."

Damnit!

He rushed towards me, and kicked me into the air. "Shining Force!" He jumped up, and spun around me, slashing and stabbing. I wanted to cry out, but I could not. It hurt. Finally, he hit me over the head with his weapon, knocking me back to earth.

Damn.

"Ugh..." I slowly got up, when he threw something at me. It was...an Oran Berry. I quickly engulfed it, my energy restored.

"Try your Arte on me. Surely you have been practicing?"

"Yes, Father." I rocketed into the air. He got back into his battle stance. I began to shoot down at him. "Swirling Strike!" I rammed down on him, slashing and attacking. After a while, I flipped back, landing on the spot I stood on before.

"Wow...You have trained well, Charmeadon. I think that is enough for today." We began to walk back into the house.

Tfw you try to make something long but you fail and make it 900 words TT^TT