I. Introduction

As this is my first shot at a story some constructive criticism would be appreciated.

( This is a story about a young Raichu named Chase and his journey to find his purpose in life. I do not own Pokemon. Pokemon is owned by Nintendo, Game Freak, and Creatures inc.)

The soft summer wind blew through Chase's fur as he lay on the grassy hillside beside the lake. Chase found it strange that there were no other pokémon around. From the stories he heard at his old trainer's house he thought for sure that there would be pokémon everywhere.

Chase didn't know how correct he was. There were in fact many pokémon around the lake, but they were all too frightened to come out because of what Chase was.

Chase was a Raichu and because of this every creature around hid itself because Raichus were known for their dominant personality and their hatred towards any pokémon it saw as inferior. Chase, however, was different than most Raichu's. His pelt wasn't the normal colors of a Raichu instead the colors were reversed. His body was brown instead of orange and the details were in turn orange.

This strange coloring occurred because Chase refuses to use any of his electric based attacks. Chase ran away from his trainer just after he evolved into a Raichu because of an accident cause by his electric attacks. This memory caused much pain in the young Raichu's heart.

The day seemed to pass by in slow motion without any sign of an event. Chase got up from where he lay and decided to go and look for something to eat. Chase started walking towards the forest when something caught his eye. He saw a large flock of Pidgey chasing something through the grass. That thing was fighting back with a blue flame.

That's weird, thought Chase,I never knew that a pokémon could use a fire attack that was blue. It looks like they might need help. There are just way too many Pidgey for one pokémon to handle.

With that final thought Chase dashed off on all fours to the other side of the lake to see if he could help the poor pokémon.

As he neared the other side of the lake he noticed that many of the trees were frozen solid. He then realized that it may have been an ice-beam that he saw and not blue fire. Recognizing the amount of attacks being thrown off near the flock he sped up his pace fearing that the pokémon might not last long.

He finally reached the tree where the flock seemed to be focusing and saw someone up in it.

"Hold on I'll get rid of the Pidgey just stay put." Chase looked around and saw a pile of rocks that were small enough for him to pick up, but large enough to hurt the Pidgey away. He picked up the stones and started to hurl them towards the flock of Pidgey.

One by one the stones hit their mark with expert precision. As the stones hit the Pidgey some of them were knocked unconscious or they were killed on contact. The last stone pierced one Pidgey's skull and it landed at the base of the tree with a bloody thud.

That last attack got the flocks attention and they forgot about the creature trapped in the tree and started to go after Chase.

"Shit! I didn't want that to happen. I only wanted to scare them off."

Instantly Chase started to run back across the lake hoping to draw the Pidgey away giving the trapped pokémon a chance to escape. Only his plan didn't work so well. While running away Chase didn't notice the tree in front of him and he tripped over one of the roots. This gave the Pidgey a chance to catch up to him.

When they got close enough they started to attack Chase with hundreds of pecks. Chase could feel the beaks ripping into his flesh. He could also feel the pool of blood that was now starting to surround his body; then everything started to go black.

I never thought that it could end this way. I never wanted to get involved in anything. I didn't want to hurt anyone. Why do all these bad things keep happening to me?

Just before Chase slipped into unconsciousness he felt a cool breeze sweep over his body. The Pidgey noticed the cool air too slow and ended up being frozen throughout their bodies. Chase looked up to see who his savior was, but all he could see was the out line of a Quilava.

That's weird why would a Quilava come and save me? Could it be the one who was up in the tree? No it couldn't the pokémon I saved was an ice type.

Before the Quilava got closer Chase's mind fell into oblivion.