Terakkion stepped proudly onto the balcony, his partner Quilava closely following. As their champion came into view, the crowd roared with excitement. Their hero had just returned to the town after another successful attempt to overthrow the nearby fortress of Dark types. The town was, also, more of a fortress than a town, with thick walls surrounding the stone buildings the Rock type empire called home.
Quilava looked up at his master with admiration. To him, his master was the ultimate Pokémon, stronger than Arceus himself, invincible. Terrakion let out a roar, which only excited the crowd further, then, once the crowd had settled down, he started his speech:
'Yet again, another attempt was made to overthrow the malicious Dark types, and yet again, I prevailed magnificently. However, I was forced to retreat due to overwhelming numbers'.
Several members of the crowd nodded sagely at this, with a few murmurs of 'good idea' and 'wouldn't want to die there'. Terrakion rode the comments, nodding at a few of the crowd then returning to his speech. 'Due to my huge success, I have decided to throw a tournament to see who the best fighter here is!' With that, the crowd erupted with cheers of agreement and they started chanting Terrakion's name. Terrakion continued, 'Tomorrow, as the bell strikes 11, we will begin this tournament! Get ready your wares, and prepare for a battle like no other!' With that, Terrakion walked away from the balcony, shutting the window behind him to cut out the cheers of approval.
Quilava jumped for joy. 'Can I take part master? Can I? Please?'
Terrakion looked down at his apprentice's gleeful face and sighed. He knew that nearly only Rock types would be partaking in the tournament and Quilava had nothing to counter Rock types, so he would be pummelled in an instant. So if Quilava wanted to participate, he would have to evolve or learn a new move, both of which were nearly impossible to achieve these days. Terrakion decided to tell him straight; 'Im sorry Quilava, but no. You are not strong enough'
Quilava looked up, aghast. He could understand why his Master would prevent him, but, his Quilava's childishness took control of his tongue before his intelligence could get word in edge wise. He ran out of the room as fast as he could, 'It's not fair!' cried Quilava to himself 'I'm just as strong as Master- why is he so mean!'
Quilava kept on running until he was out of the 'town hall' and was lost in the crowds in the street. Quilava slowed down when he reached the fountain, and stopped to look at his reflection.
'Am I not strong enough? Is that the reason? Or does master just not like me…?' Teardrops trickled down from Quilava's face and into the fountain. Suddenly, he was barged straight into the fountain by a passer-by.
'Gah!' Quilava exclaimed.
'Are you all right?' Quilava looked up to see the owner of the voice, and he saw a humongous beast. Quilava jumped out of the fountain and ignited his fire. 'Who are you!'
'Peace!' said the figure. 'I am not here to harm you!'
Quilava took a second glance at the figure, and gasped, 'You're a Tyranitar!' Quilava noticed the black scar going over Tyranitar's right eye, 'and not just any Tyranitar, you're the Tyranitar! You fought with Captain Gyarados over rightful control of the ocean around Port Water! You've fought side by side with Rhyperior the Avenger against the horde of Houndoom at the gates to Inferno Keep! You're a hero!'
Tyranitar laughed, 'You make me sound like a legendary! Tell me, is there anything I can do for you? I'm sorry about pushing you into the fountain, what with you being a Fire type and all'.
Quilava thought about this for a while. 'I need to learn a move that would be super effective on Rock types, think you can help?'
Tyranitar looked up at the sky. He murmured, 'Oh why do you give me the tasks that are difficult for even you?' He turned back to Quilava 'I will help. There are two moves you can learn; one is a physical move and wouldn't be very good on you, and the other is a long shot. Think you can handle them?'
Quilava nodded vigorously. 'I will do anything to prove master wrong!'
Tyranitar took out to discs, one was brown, and one was normal. He threw the normal one to Quilava, 'we will start with this one, since it is quite random'
Quilava took the disc and rested his head on it, and with that, the disc started glowing.
Virizion and Kirlia stepped into the clearing of felled trees, a low growl audible in the cave in front of them. Virizion stepped forward. 'Monster! Bring back this child's parents now, or you will suffer wrath beyond you comprehension!'
There was no response.
Virizion looked around hopefully. 'Perhaps it isn't in?'
Kirlia stood there silently, then replied quietly, 'No, it's in there all right, I can feel it's wrath… in fact… it's coming out at us… right… NOW!'
Several things happened when Kirlia said 'now'. First of all, the forest suddenly went quiet, then, a deep, mono-tone voice rumbled from the cave, and finally, Virizion looked in awe as Kirlia leapt into the air, his fists surrounded with burning Fire and the energy of a Fighting type.