Welcome to Eon of Experiences. My latest attempt at a fan-fict. I owe "benevolent marshmallow" for suggesting this idea and he has already contributed much to this story. I am very thankful for all of his input into this story and how I can improve it.

For those who were watching for more of "Shadow Wars", I apologize. I was getting far too ahead of myself with that story and I need to finish other stories first before I really consider continuing that one. When the time comes, I'll start it again, but for now, I've removed it from this site.

For now, I hope you all enjoy this story, and I also hope to keep myself working on it, on a regular basis. I look forward to what my various viewers have to say about it and I welcome all comments, especially those that may help me improve this story.

My usual disclaimer: I am not affiliated with Nintendo, Gamefreak, or any of the wonderful groups responsible for creating the Pokemon series. My characters are my own original creations, though the Pokemon they may be are, of course property of Nintendo and others. I am not worth suing, so I do hope they will not bother.

An Eon of Experiences

Chapter 1: In Which Angela is Thoroughly Stunned

Angela was drenched from falling in a stream. Despite this, she was at least happy that she wasn't injured from the tumble itself.

Granted, her hair was a mess, but it wasn't like the red dye had washed out. Angela felt the red was better than the brown-blonde her hair normally was. As for her clothes, at least she wasn't wearing a dress which certainly would've been ruined. She would need to get changed out of her wet clothes, but the t-shirt and jeans would certainly be usable after drying and she was pretty sure there were no holes that had been punched in the fabrics from the fall and her shoes would also need drying, but would be usable again.

Overall, for someone who had just taken an impromptu bath in cold water, Angela was in fairly good spirits.

She made her way home, towards the small town she lived in: Rockridge. As the name implied, it was in a fairly rough-&-tumble area of land with rocks, cliffs, and other rocky terrain. Tellingly, it was a favorite stop for hikers on their way through. And really, the region was ideal for hikers. There were few towns, plenty of wild terrain to explore and experience, and naturally, Pokemon to observe. A largely rural and unknown region in the world.

Angela lived alone. She had moved out of her parent's house a couple years back and was striking out on her own, simply trying to find a course in her life. It wasn't easy... she didn't feel the drive for adventure most trainers did, and while she liked Pokemon, she didn't really have the compassion or sense of responsibility most would require to be a breeder. Perhaps she could go for being a researcher, but that would require the smarts and intrigue for finding out more about pokemon. So many choices... and she needed to find that calling in her life. Whatever it was.

Not to say that her neighbors hadn't tried to help her find it. In general, Angela was a bit of a handy-girl around Rockridge, performing various tasks as requested, running errands, and occasionally caring for a pet Pokemon while the owner had to go elsewhere for a extended period of time.

The town had, in a way, adopted her when she had shown up. She hadn't been born there, and had grown up in another town around the region. But Rockridge's friendly, open atmosphere, wild surroundings, and hearty residents had all welcomed the young woman to the new area.

At present, Angela's drenched condition had occurred when she was simply off on a hike around the local area. She knew better than to go into tall grass or any caves, and so her plotted course avoided those areas. Nonetheless, rough, dirt roads were prone to erosion, whether from water or wind... and so it happened that a misstep had sent Angela into the drink. It wasn't a deep body of water, so short of being knocked unconscious from the fall and subsequently submerged, she wouldn't have drowned.

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It was as she was nearing home that Angela had several encounters all at once.

First, she stopped when she saw a small, hovering, pink Pokemon. She was a little taken aback at first sight, as it looked nothing like any Pokemon she had ever seen.

The fact that it was hovering without use of wings or any visible aspect to keep it aloft, immediately told her it was a psychic-type. It looked far too solid to be a ghost and anything else would not have been able to hover.

Is that... Mew? Angela wondered.

Like many, she had only heard of Mew through legends, but she was familiar some points of lore concerning this legendary. The fine, pink fur coating the Pokemon was perhaps the most distinguishing feature. She could tell just from looking that it was velvety and very soft. Also, as the name "Mew" implied, the Pokemon was a cat. This Pokemon before her was certainly feline: the pointed ears, the long slender tail, and the slim form all indicated feline. And it was hardly more than a foot in height altogether.

Angela was a little entranced at first as she looked at the unique Pokemon before her. It wasn't long though before she realized it was alert and Mew looked directly at her, looking defensive for a moment.

No matter what species of Pokemon, the moment any looked at Angela that way, she backed off and gave them their space. An alarmed Pokemon would attack to defend itself and such attacks were easily painful, if not fatal. Likewise in this situation, Angela took a step back and tried to make herself a non-threat to the creature as much as she could.

Mew regarded her for a moment, but it seemed she wasn't the source of distress, as it continued to look around vigilantly, seeming to disregard her.

Worried that she could be in danger herself, Angela looked around, trying to see what had the small feline so worried. Then she saw it.

She wasn't sure what she was seeing... it looked like the barrel of a weapon some sort. It wasn't any regular gun though and, knowing that no trainer used a gun like that, Angela reacted almost automatically. She ran and tried to put herself between the weapon and Mew.

Truth be told, her action was foolish and unnecessary, as Mew had seen the weapon a moment before Angela had and was already retreating when Angela moved to intercept the shot aimed at Mew. However, she was simply reacting and doing the first thing that had come to mind: protecting Mew.

The weapon fired, a moment too late to hit Mew... and a moment too soon to miss Angela.

What came out was not a bullet, net, or other physical projectile... but a peculiar blast of electrical tendrils. The electricity was a brilliant shade of magenta and it hit Angela in the chest, squarely in the side.

The shock, like getting hit with a taser, sent a series of spasms rippling through Angela's body and she wanted to scream from that moment of pain. Rather than collapsing on the ground, stunned though, Angela remained standing, the arcs of electricity flowing through and around her.

"What-!?" Someone yelled in surprise and some outrage.

Then the electricity spread throughout Angela's body, rather than going into the ground, and she felt like she was being locked in shackles, unable to move.

Wha-what's happening!? Angela's mind could hardly focus with the energy locking down her entire body, but she could tell this was not any natural energy.

Then it all arced and hit her in the chest.

That was when Angela screamed.

The pain was not that of electrocution. It was something else. She felt like her ribs were being parted open by a violent pair of hands and all feeling in her arms and legs were cut off. The pain spread further and after the energy had sent pain rippling through every inch of the girl, it was only then that she collapsed on the ground, her breathing rapid and she was shaking.

Two sets of feet stepped up to her. Angela, with what little strength she had, tried to look up to see who was standing over her, but all she couldn't lift her head, and all she could see from her place on the ground, were two pairs of smooth, black shoes, and the cuffs on their leather pants.

"Stupid girl... what was she trying to do?"

"Forget that! What happened!?"

Angela could hear them and she wondered who it was... it wasn't anyone she personally knew, and she had been around Rockridge long enough to know the voices of just about everyone there. These two were complete strangers to her. She had heard about one or two infamous teams of individuals who had attempted a variety of things... some trying to take over the world... others trying to flood it... were these two part of one of those groups?

"I-I don't know what happened. This wasn't supposed to be used on human beings anyways. We never intended it for them, so we didn't test it for those circumstances."

"Ugh... whatever, let's bring her back to base for study. They'll definitely want to see this."

A base? They're going to study me? Why? To see what other cruel uses there are for that... that gun they used? What kind of weapon is that anyways?

"Right... Slippy little feline got away anyways, so... c'mon, gimme a hand here."

This statement at least gave Angela some relief. Mew had escaped. Whatever they had planned for Mew, was thwarted for now.

They can't do much with a normal person like me..

This reassurance in-mind, Angela allowed the fatigue she was feeling to overtake her and she passed out as the two individuals lifted her from the ground.