"Scarlett?" I turned my head, spinning around quickly to face my brother, Fieritis. He was gazing up at a tree, pointing. I strode over to him, looking in the same direction as he, noticing a silhouette sat upon a branch. I could see it now, glaring at me. It was a butterfly-shaped creature with beautiful coloured wings. It also had big beady eyes, plain black, that stared right into your soul.
"What is it?" I ask, tilting my head in order to see it clearly.
"I'm not sure. Do you have your pokedex?" he replied casually, throwing his large, beige backpack over his shoulder. I rolled my eyes, reaching into my bag, rummaging through my stuff. I felt it in my hand; I'd found it, at last. I pulled the pokedex out, pressing a small white button, the screen coming to life. I raised it up to the pokemon sat on the branch, scanning it with my device. There was suddenly a PING noise. The pokedex explained to us exactly what the pokemon was.
"Butterfree, the Butterfly Pokémon, and the evolved form of Metapod. Butterfree's love of flower nectar draws it to seek out flowers, even if they don't have much pollen." Fieritis scratched his chin, thoughtfully, tapping his foot on the ground.
"I'm going to catch it." he said, a twinkle in his eyes.
"But I want it too!" I teased, smirking. He raised his eyebrows, giving me a daring look.
"Well how do we choose who catches it?" he questioned, curiously. I bit my lip, hard.
"Battle me." I announced, glancing down at my hand which now had a shiny red and white pokeball in its palm.
"What?" he frowned, stepping back. I laughed, bringing the pokeball towards my face.
"You heard me." I turned around, my hair flicking as I moved my head. Quickly, I scurried a fair distance away from Fieritis, just far enough for a good battle. He nodded at me, pulling a pokeball out of his backpack, throwing it into the air. And so, the battle began.
"Go, Froakie!" a blue, frog-like pokemon leapt out of the pokeball, gracefully landing on the grassy surface. It had big black eyes and a weird white, sticky substance around its neck. It cried out, trying to look as tough as possible.
"Come on out, Cyndaquil!" I tossed the ball in my hand into the air, my pokemon jumping out, excitedly. Cyndaquil had a long nose with two sleepy eyes at the top, along with a dark blue back, several red ovals on top.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Scarlett?"
"I'm sure." I reassured, "Well, almost sure." I added, giggling away to myself. He grinned, the wind blowing his blonde hair out of his eyes.
"Froakie, use pound!" the creature leapt foward, charging at Cyndaquil at rapid speed.
"Dodge it!" Froakie slammed into the ground headfirst as my pokemon moved to the side. "Use tackle!" Cyndaquil pinned the frog down, hitting it as hard as possible with all its might.
"Push it off and use bubble!" Fieritis was pointing towards us now, his arm stretched out as far as possible. Froakie threw my Cyndaquil back, it landing at my feet. It looked at me momentarily, before continuing its duty. Suddenly, there were lots of bubbles being hauled at us, fortunately missing my pokemon by an inch or two.
"Use ember!" I cried out, flames appearing from the ovals upon Cyndaquils back as a ball of hot fire flew out of its mouth towards Froakie.
"Keep using bubble!" It listened to its owner, firing harsh bubbles towards the hot flame. When they met, there was a humungous explosion, bigger than we had expected, revealing two tired, injured pokemon laying unconscious on the ground. I smiled to myself, thanking my Cyndaquil for it's hard work, pressing the button on its pokeball allowing it to rest. Fieritis did the same.
"You did well." he praised, walking over to me, returning the pokeball to his bag.
"Thanks. You too." he outstretched his hand, waiting for me to shake; which of course I did. I glanced over at the tree Butterfree had been sat on, but it was no longer there. I laughed as I saw my brothers mortified face when he had turned around.