Prologue
"Seperation Leading to Uniting"
The world of Pokemon, a vast world of unimaginable perportions. From seas to rivers, mountains to grasslands, creatures called Pokemon exist as if they were animals, but much more. With abilities that defy even nature itself, they roam alone, in packs, or with their beloved human trainers, whom they call Masters. Most masters use their Pokemon for battle, others use them in competitions, or simply for breeding. Most owners are kind and gentle to them, but there are those that treat them as nothing but a chance to fight.
The tale begins in Laveridge, a relaxing town for the fatigued travelers who just got done climbing Mt. Chimney. The thing that attracted people the most to this city was it's spa, where both Pokemon and people can take thair mind off everything and be at peace, but peace was the last thing tat was going on.
A tremendous battle for the badge was taking place inside the firey gym. There were two opponents inside what appeared to be a drawn in arena. The Gym Leader, a young woman with long orange hair and ponytail with bangs pointing in all directions. She had a balck tanktop on along with a gold belt, blue jeans, and black boots. On the opposite side there was a rather tall teenager with spiky black hair, a black leather vest, black bants and platform boots. He looked intimidating with chains hanging off his clothing and piercings that made his glow.
The young woman had a Torkoal in front of her. She had his hands bent and eyebrows curved, grinding her teeth at the sight of the battle. Her Torkoal was puffing out unwanted air. The other trainer had a Gardevoir in front of him, a regular looking one, except for the red eyes. He had his arms crossed with a malicious grin, but from the look of his Gardevoir, it didn't seem like he should be smiling at all, gasping for breath everytime she breathed in.
"Switch your Gardevoir out already! She's had enough!" the Gym Leader cried out. She was more concerned of what will happen to the Pokemon more than her own match, but the trainer merely shook his head.
"No way! My Gardevoir's on a role!" he hollered. The Gym Leader turned to the refferee of the match, but he shrugged.
"If his Pokemon can fight, then he doesn't have to call him back," the refferee informed. The leader growled underneath her breath, but he had no choice.
"Fine! Then I'll make you! Torkoal! GO!" the leader ordered. The fire Pokemon charged for Gardevoir. The young Trainer pointed towards the oncoming enemy.
"Gardevoir! Psychic now!" he commanded. The Gardevoir lifted up her hand as her eyes and body enveloped in a blue aura. The Gym Leader instantly retaliated.
"Firespin go!" Before the Torkoal lost control, it unleashed a flury of sharp leaves towards the Gardevoir's direction.
"Lightscreen!" Gardevoir lifted her other hand, creating a pink shield, deflecting the blades. "Now, finish him!" Using all of her strength, she screamed, sending the Torkoal into the air and back down. It was the end for the Pokemon as it passed out from the pain. The Leader was shocked, trembling at the sheer will power the pokemon had.
"Torkoal is unable to fight! Chris is the winner!" the refferee confirmed. The trainer named Chris hopped in the air.
"Yes!" he cheered. He stormed to the Gym Leader, not even paying attention to Gardevoir, holding his hand out to her. "You lost, I won! Give me my badge!" The leader grumbled. She first called back for her Pokemon. Any chance of a heartfilled speech about how she wanted to comemerate him shattered. She pulled out a badge, wanted so bad to chuck it at him. Chris took the badge away and made his way to the exit with his chin up. "C'mon Gardevoir!" The psychic Pokemon grunted, but kept up with his pace.
"You're going to lose one day! And it won't be just a match!" the leader cried out, but Chris rolled his eyes.
"As if," he mumbled.
He took no mind to the Pokemon Center or even the shop. The Gardevoir followed her trainer, replacing any want or need with her loyalty towards him. Sweat was leaving a trail of misery behind her. Her tongue wanted to exit for a gasp of air. Her legs were ready to ignite into flames, but she pressed forward. After a two hour hike down the mountain, they stopped for the night at the bottom. She had to show no weakness as she went to the ground slowly. Chris got his sleeping bag ready while the beautiful Pokemon made her grassy place to sleep.
"Eat up!" Chris yelled, tossing an apple to her. She immediately caught it, taking a few seconds to relax her urge to dive into the apple, and bit. Chris went to sleep, fire still crackeling. While she was eating, she stared into the light of the flames. To anyone, they were nothing but a light source, but to her, they told a story.
She saw two little flames dancing around each other with a larger flame grabbing the both of them. That flame begin to dange wit the other flames as well. Another flame, equally as tall, surrounded the other tall flame. It put down the smaller flames and danced with it's partner. This made the Gardevoir smile, almost releasing a tear. The two flames were then seperated. The main one was them engulfed by a fireball. The flame bent over. One by one, flickers of it's own self was shooting out of it. She couldn't help but look upon it, seeing the flame die each second that passed.
A rustle in the bushes caused her to look around. All her senses were hightened, focusing on what made the noise. She was about to ignore it, but the sound came again, but much louder. She coulldn't see very far because of the elevated grass, so she stood up, only to see an Arcanine, growling towards her. She scrambled up, arms out and eyes glowing. She looked back at Chris, sound asleep as she left him. It was just the way she liked it.
The fire dog unleased a stream of flame from it's mouth. The Gardevoir extended her hands out, creating a light purple shield. The fire bounced off the shield. The Arcanine charged for her, mouth ready to clamp. She grabbed both ends of his mouth and began to push. She only slid a few feet before she firmly stopped. It wanted to bite her so bad, pushing against her with all it's might. She began to rock it back and forth until finally, she tossed it to the ground. She then picked it up with her psychic, throwing it acfoss the field.
Turning around, thinking that it was finished, she gazed upon Chris to see if he was okay. He finally began to wake up, causing her to smile.
"Ga-Gardevoir?" Chris yawned. She had to turn around again, clenching her hands towards the tenacious Pokemon. It formed a ball of fire inside it's mouth while she formed a purple ball. "Gardevoir! Not Shadow Ball! Use Psychic!" For once, she didn't listen to him. She had to protect him at all cost
The two fighters unleashed their power at each other. Both of them collided, one trying to overcome the other. Each Pokemon were waiting to see whos power will be greater. Unfortunetly, favor didn't fall in the hands of either of them. The blast released an explosion, launching them in opposite directions. Chris ducked, but didn't realize till after he arose that she was gone.
"Gardevoir?" he said softly. Slowly, he rose from the ground. All he could possibly see was the lucious field and a dirt patch where the explosion lied. The possibility of his Pokemon being gone finally clicked inside his head. "Gardevoir!? GARDEVOIR!" He took one step forward, then one to the right. He had no idea where to start, but he needed to go. He ended up heading back to ____ city.
The Gardevoir was on a collision course into the tree tops of a forest. One after another, she bounced off branches and trunks. Splinters was the least of her injuries as she soared to the ground. Lucky for her, the collision of the branches made the landing softer. Wild Pokemon scattered at the mere sound of her pressence. She was now on the ground, body virtually motionless. She didn't move for minutes. The natives were wondering what she was doing or if she was even going to fidget. From Rattatas to Tailows, they closed in on her.
A moan and a move of her arm issued a retreat in all of their minds. Using any available energy she may have, she placed her hands on the ground and pushed up. She was able to get to her knees before she had to rest. Her senses indicated that there were those watching her, so she scanned the enviornment. They looked more afraid of her than she was of them, so she held in some air and spoke.
"Can anyone help me?" she said faintly. The Pokemon just dove deeper in their hiding spots. She knew they weren't going to do anything but cower. Placing her hand on her knee, she forced herself up and began to walk. The Pokemon followed close behind her. She was limping extravigantly, She had no idea where she was, but knew where she was going. She could hear a stream from afar, giving her a hope of clean water. She periodically gazed back, seeing that they got further and further away as she grew closer to the river. As soon as she could see it, they vanished. She cocked an eyebrow up, but she had to leave an answer for that later.
Dipping her hands in the water, she was able to get a drink. It was natural,pure, and rather taste fulfilling. She gathered more, never experiencing such freedom in a long time. She was practically smiling every time she could. As soon as she had her fill, she slowly went in. The wounds didn't make it any better, but she had to clean herself so the situation wouldn't become worse. What she didn't realize was that many eyes were watching her, many she couldn't detect.
They were Murkrows, a flock of them gazing upon the weakened meal. With stomachs growling from only eating smaller meals, a piece of her would feed them for weeks, including their leader. In the middle was a HonchKrow with nothing but a serious look in his eyes.
"C'mon! 'et's chew 'er up! I'm 'ungry enough just watching 'er!" one Murkrow complained, but the HonchKrow lifted up a wing to silence him. They waited for him to respond. Although he did respond, it was not in words; however, it was in action. With swiftness like the wind, he dove down. The Gardevoir turned around, but was picked up and slammed against a tree. She tried to get up, but her strength was still low. The Honchcrow landed on the ground, blowing dust aside as he made his grand entrance. The Murkrows landed all around him with cackles and grins.
"Whoooooo aaaarrre yooooouuu tooo driiiiink frooom ouuuurrrr RIVEEEER!" he bellowed. His voice was deep, threatning, and full of rage. He lifted up his wings, readying himself for a battle.
"I'm just trying to get out of here," the powerless Pokemon said, trying her best to get up. The Honchcrow stomped over ot her and pinned her against the tree with it's foot. She was completely inmobile, but she still struggled to get loose.
"Youuuuu woooould nooot neeeed tooo fiiind aaa waaaaaay ouuuut iiiiif yoooouu haaaad nooooooot ENTEEEEERED!" He began to crush her, causing her to scream. Not even her adrenaline would give her enough strength to free her. The Honchkrow lowered her eyelids as his leg began to tremble. The Gardevoir began to loose conciousness, reminencing on her whole life with any second she was given.
The HonchKrow immedeately let go and flew backwards. A purple tail barely nicked his beak as he landed on the ground. It was a Delcatty, back arched and knees bent with a hiss.
"C'mon Mariano! This is a new low, even for you!" the cat pokemon hollered. The Honchkrow named Mariano opened his wings yet again.
"Iiiiii caaan flyyyyyy tooo the skyyyyy! Theeeeere iiiiis nooo looooow fooor MEEEE!" Mariano shouted. The Murkrows surrounded their leader, following him to towards the lone rebel. The Delcatty was now frightened, constantly looking back at the Gardevoir.
"Can you get up?" she whispered. The Gardevoir attempted to lift herself, but gravity was too much. All she could do was shake her head. The cat was getting anxious real fast. She looked back into the shadows of the forest. "C'mon you guys! Give me some back up, please?" The forest dwellers did nothing but back off. She turned around, just in time to see Mariano charge after her. "Get on!" She tucked her head under the defensless Pokemon and got her on her back. Quickly, she pounced over the Honchkrow and ran deeper within the forest. Mariano twisted his body around and slammed his feet on the tree. With a strong push, he hurtled his way towards the defiant cat. The Murkrows followed their leader close behind.
Swerving through the trees, the Delcatty made sure she was a tough target to chase. Most of the Murkrows bashed into the trees in the pursuit, but Mariano was right on her tail. The Delcatty looked back every few seconds, but nothing seemed to shake the enlarged bird. She was running out of energy and had to think of something fast. She began to slow down bit by bit. Mariano felt pretty confident, reaching so close that he was able to practically bite her tail.
She suddenly took a swift right turn. Mariano was dazed a bit, but not enough to throw him off completely. The Delcatty quickly bend over and gently put the Gardevoir on the ground. She faced the dark bird, planting her feet onto the ground. Her body began to glow yellow with sparks shooting out.
"AHHHHHH!" She unleashed a ball of electricity as it hurtled towards the leader. He pulled himself up and flapped his wings to slow down, but the bolt hit him. He didn't make a sound as the bolt engulfed him. The energy of the shock disperssed. The Delcatty was breathing heavily, hoping that he was done, but he wasn't even close. He stood up, shaking some crisp feathers off of him. He began to stomp towards the two fatigued Pokemon.
Suddenly, Mariano was ungulfed with sparks of lightning. He was paralyzed as he kneeled down. The cat hero knew she only had a limited time, so she picked up the Gardevoir and fled. Mariano began to go to his feet, still trembeling by the shock. His Murkrow followers surrounded him.
"Are you alright!?" one Murkrow hollered. Mariano slapped him.
"Quiiiiiiet. Scoooout ouuut fooooooooor theeem," he said deeply. That was enough for the birds to scatter throughout the forest. Mariano stood in one place, thinking nothing but the Gardevoir he encountered. He took off, dust scattering throughout the forest floor. Silence was left in the battlefield.