Hello my dedicated readers! Obviously you must have enjoyed my first chapter to The Scorched Years otherwise you wouldn't probably be reading this, right? Anyway, I know what I am doing with this and expect it to get addicting either this chapter or next chapter. But for now… Let's get this new chapter started! (We need more viewers!)


Well here we are. I managed to get us up to this point. I am sure we will be caught up to this point right now in a little bit. But for now, let's finish what we need to, to get to the present, shall we. I swear you are so impatient. But you will learn patience soon enough. I know I did, and so did Cinder.


"Wow! This is so much better than spending my days cooped up in that hot, smelly kitchen." I thought to myself, adjusting the sunglasses on my head and brushing the sand off my legs. Me and Cinder were relaxing at the beach, still in our hometown, before we hit the road. Cinder was content with sleeping on my lap as I laid down and caught a few rays. Early I was surprised to see an old tree, in the dunes with a nest of Pelipper and Wingull in it.

1. Professor Fir works fast!

2. I was so glad I was able to snag their datas before they flew off.

3. I hope I get to see at least one more different type of Pokemon before me and Cinder leave, just one.

Earlier,

"What's this?" I said to Cinder who was holding another Pokeball in his mouth. "The professor gave me a spare Pokeball? How nice!

and then…

"Oh wow! What are those!" I whispered to Cinder as I pulled out my Pokédex. In a dying cherry tree on the dunes there was a nest. The nest was home to three small white, and blue birds, and a larger white, and blue bird resembling a pelican. I scanned the pelican first. It turned out to be a water and flying type Pokemon called a Pelipper, and the smaller ones were its children, the pre-evolution of Pelipper, Wingull. I drew out the spare Pokeball from earlier. But in disappointment, the birds flew off before I threw it. SO I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO FIND SOMETHING ELSE…

"Boy, trying to capture those Wingull sure is hard work isn't it, Cinder?" I said chuckling.

"Cynda." it agreed, as I watched a boy of about the age of ten, in a blue bathing suit and a brown bowl cut run up to me.

"Is that a Pokemon!?!" the boy asked eagerly with a look of excitement.

"Yep, sure is." I said coolly.

"Can I pet it?" he begged.

"Sure. But be careful, and make sure your hands are dry." I said, remembering what Professor Fir had told me about Fire types.

"Wow!" the boy said petting Cinder and waking him up at the same time.

"Hey everyone! Come here!" the boy said beckoning to a small group of some more kids about the same age.

The group ran over to where we were at. "IS THAT A POKEMON!" the majority of them asked.

"OH! MY! GOD! A REAL POKEMON!" they said, or something along those lines.

"I must look like a god to them! This is awesome!" I thought to myself watching them all swarm Cinder and rub him.

"Finally another trainer!" a boy shouted as he walked up to where I was sitting.

The boy was wet from head to toe, probably ran out of the water when he saw me. He was wearing a black wetsuit and carrying an equally as wet grey dog. We both pulled out our Pokédex and scanned each other's Pokemon. His was known as a Poochyena, a dark type dog. The professor told me to be careful when fighting dark types because they can be mean, and nasty.

"Wow, another Pokemon! the children said as they ran over to the boys Poochyena and started to pet it instead of Cinder. Cinder spat a flame on the ground in disgust.

"You looking for a battle?" I asked.

"I could go for another win!" the boy said setting down his Pokemon. "You want to fight here on the beach."

"If you like your Poochyena with its fur burned off, I do." I said, "How much money do you have?

"$160!" he said, "You?"

I shouldn't have came with all my money when I left.

"$340!" I said, wishing I ate my words.

"Alright, you give have of your money to one of the kids and I'll give the other half of my money to the same kid." he said pulling out a $50 and 3 $10 bills.

I looked over at the kids who were all raising their hands and jumping in the air and telling them to pick them prior to the others.

"You sure we can trust them?" I said jokingly, "They look mighty suspicious."

"We have Pokemon. They try running off, they won't get far." he replied.

I walked over to the boy who first approached me, the one with the bowl cut and blue trunks, and handed him my money. He looked trustworthy.

The other boy did the same and started to drag his feet in the sand. He was trying to make the lines to one of those battle courts I had fought on previously. When he was done and the field was set, a safe distance away from the people lying on the beach, some watching, some continuing what they were doing.

"Kid carrying our money." my opponent shouted, "You be ref. You say who wins or loses. Okay?"

"Ok…" the boy replied unsure. The boy went on the side opposite to the kids watching, with more people joining them.

Cinder was jumping side to side as if he was warming up and taunting the Poochyena. While the Poochyena, on the opposite side lowered the front its body, looking like it was ready to pounce.

The boy signaled the beginning of the match with a shaky Go.

The boy began by commanding his Pokemon to use Sand Attack, who started to kick sand into Cinders face.

I could tell Cinder definitely didn't like this, who shot an angry ember at the Poochyena. The Poochyena didn't budge, just watching the ember speed by it. The crowd of kids were shouting cheers, half on my part, half on my opponents. Other beachgoers either joined the kids to better experience the action or sat by where they laid their stuff and watched, equally as excited.

Poochyena started to howl really loud, what Professor Fir told me about stat increasing and decreasing moves I didn't like. That boy was increasing his attack, therefore he was soon going to strike while Cinder was blinded. I told Cinder to use Smokescreen, who started to breathe the large quantities of smoke. The smoke did its purpose and stayed for a little but soon was blown away by the sea breeze.

"Poochyena! Use Bite!" the boy shouted as his Pokemon lunged towards Cinder and jumped on his back and bit his neck. Cinder let out a cry of pain as he ran around my side of the court frantically in pain. I quickly thought and told Cinder to use Ember.

"I think the Sand Attack hit you in the eyes too, or the smoke is still blinding you." the boy said confidently, "My Poochyena is on your Cyndaquil's back, not in front of him!" he scoffed.

Cinder let out a steady stream of Ember. When Professor Fir told me about Pokémon's abilities he let me know about Cinder's.

"Each Pokemon has a special ability." the professor started, "Some have more than one, and others just one. Your Cyndaquil's for instance is called Blaze. When your Cyndaquil is really hurt or tired, its fire type moves become incredibly stronger. Use this to your advantage in battle."

Once Cyndaquil let out the steady stream of ember, the fire on his back lit massively. The Poochyena's fur caught fire fast. Ironically, Poochyena's ability helped out too in this battle. Its ability is called Run Away and I think you know what I mean by that. As soon as that the flame got a hold of Poochyena's fur it pounced off of Cinder, running and howling, knocking down beach umbrella's as it made its way into the water where it extinguished its flames.

The boy returned his Poochyena in disbelief. He hung his head and walked off of the court. All of the kids yelled and cheered with excitement. I ran over to Cinder and picked him up and gave him a hug. The bite on his neck left a bad looking mark on him but the bite didn't pierce his skin. All of the adult onlookers clapped their hands, and one group handed over their money to another group. "Wow. They were seriously betting on me… Whatever. I still won and would be getting my own money. I walked over to the group of kids who all congratulated me and Cinder and praised us. They tried asking questions as the boy who served as referee handed me the money.

$80 bucks richer, I walked back to where I was lying, before the match and resumed my rest. Cinder went back to his original spot on my lap and tried to fall back asleep. All of the kids followed me, still trying to ask me questions. A few I answered, a few I didn't, trying to act to cool to answer that one question or so. I tried to rest for another hour until I got up.

Cinder followed me as we strolled down the beach. The group of kids were still following us, me in front, Cinder beside me walking on all fours, and the kids following us some walking regularly and others on all fours bowing as they crawled. I could get used to this.

We walked up to the pier, and climbed the stairs, the kids in hot pursuit. Cinder and I walked over to the fisherman and asked if they saw anything weird today. They pointed out a part of the ocean bottom where none of them were fishing at. They weren't fishing there because whenever they cast their lines their something ate their bait and hook without a tug or struggle. I peered at the water from where I was standing up high on the pier and could see something big down there.

When people praise and compliment you from things like good job on the match, to you are the best Pokemon trainer ever you become brave, courageous, and hard headed. You think you are invincible, though you are far from it. Thinking you are invincible makes you do stupid, life threatening things, like jumping off a fifty foot high pier into the unknown waters.

When I fell into the water I was able to make out the shape of what was down there. There was a big oyster down, there open with big eyes and a big tongue sticking out. I started swimming to it, but when I got close enough it withdrew into its shell.

I had to think fast because I was running out of water, so I swam over to it, and picked it up, making sure to apply pressure on the shell incase it opened up. I carried the oyster over my head once I reached the pat of the water, where my head stuck out and I could run on the bottom. The children, or my fans, were making quite a big fuss out of me jumping off the pier and how cool I was to be able to carry this thing with me. I started to make my way towards the shore while Cinder picked up full pace and did the same on top of the pier, with the kids close behind. Once I made it to land Cinder rejoined me and we ran out to the high dunes part of the beach. Now way was whatever this is going to make it back in top the ocean without a fight. In the sands away from the shore would be the best place to fight because it was dry, open, this thing couldn't get away, and Cinder would have the advantage.

The kids rejoined me as I threw the oyster in the sands at least 10 feet away from us. Boy that sucker is heavy. The kids stayed safely behind me and Cinder while I pulled out my Pokédex and scanned it. I was right about it being a Pokemon, it is known as a Shellder, the bivalve Pokémon. I was going to catch this one, even though Professor Fir told me it was going to be hard.

"Michael, what can extinguish a flame?" Professor Fir asked petting Cinder.

"Umm water?" I said, "Why?"

"What else can?" he pressed on.

"Umm, dirt." I added.

"Right, water can extinguish a flame, and dirt can suffocate it. So water and ground types are strong against a fire type like Cinder. So are Rock types. So Cinder is at a disadvantage when fighting any of those types."

"Ohh." I said.

"What catches flames or melts?" Fir asked.

"Grass catches flames, and ice melts." I said.

"Right! So Grass and Ice types are weak against Fire types. Bug and Steel Pokemon are also weak against Fire, so try to match up Cinder against those types, and not Water, Ground, or Rock." the professor exclaimed.

"Will do, Professor!" I reassured him.

I had Cinder use tackle to try roughing it up a bit, but it was no use, it was fully protected when in its shell. Not even Cinder's ember did anything to the Pokemon, the flames just bounced of the shell. It wasn't going to come out of that shell, and I wasn't going to try risking me wasting the only spare Pokeball I have. Me, and Cinder, sat there waiting for it to open up its shell, but it was no use. After five minutes of waiting I got an idea. I walked over to the close Shellder and picked it up. I carried it over to where Cinder was and held it a few feet above Cinder. I told Cinder to use Ember which made the flames on his back light up The flames grew larger until the bottom of Shellder's shell was touching the fire. We were going to roast it out. The kids caught on to what I was doing and started cheering for me. This was going to work.

Three more minutes of holding the shell over the fire happened, and I was about ready to drop this thing in the sand and walk away. But, to my disbelief the Clamperl opened up its shell, trying to get out of the heat that was cooking and hoping to get some water. I knew that this thing was going to hurt me if I didn't let go, so I tossed it and it luckily landed on the top shell, dazing and hurting it even more. Now was the only chance I would get, I had to do my thing now. I commanded Cinder to Quick Attack Shellder before it withdrew. Cinder dashed in the sand and hit Shellder dead on, and knocked it back a few feet. "This better work!" I thought to myself as I held my only Pokeball in my hand and made sure that I threw it on the mark like they taught me the only three days I played baseball.

The Pokeball hit Shellder and sent it inside. It fell to the ground and started wobbling like the professor said it would. Every now and then the kids would all gasp as if it had popped out, but on the third wobble it stopped. "We did it!" I shouted to Cinder as I ran over to him and the Pokeball and picked up both. All the children sent out shouts of excitement and split up into two groups. One surrounded me, and the other surrounded Cinder. I must have been the highlight of the day for each of them. Reel the playbacks!

1. Being able to see and pet Cinder.

2. Me and Cinder winning a Pokemon battle in front of them.

3. Me jumping off the pier and into the water.

4. Watching me battle and catch a wild Pokemon.

Yep. I made their days.

Me and Cinder walked over to the water and I threw the Pokeball where the tide was coming in at. The Shellder came out of the Pokeball and immediately hopped into the water where it gleefully enjoyed the fresh water it was deprived of. I let it splash around in the water while I walked over to where I had my towel and stuff and collected everything into my bag. I returned to the Shellder and returned him to his Pokeball. I walked over to my bike, picked Cinder up, put him in his basket and got on.

Before I left my fans I noticed that I knew one of the kids. Her parents are good friends of my own. I am sure that they will all tell their parents what the spectacle they witnessed on the beach today, including her and I am sure that her parents will tell my own. I know my parents will be heartbroken knowing I left home but they will be so proud to know what their son has done so far. I know they will.

This was going to be the second time I showed up at his door step today, but that was going to be ok, when he finds out what I did already. I walked over to the gate and pressed the intercom button.

"Professor Fir! I am back!" I said eagerly.

There was no reply.

I pressed the button again and pushed the gate. It opened up. "That's strange. His gate is unlocked. He must have had to get back to his work really quickly. He does work hard, doesn't he?" I thought to myself remembering the Wingull, Pelipper, and Shellder I saw already.

I walked up to his door and knocked on it. I kept on knocking for about three minutes until I gave up and walked to the back of the house. The court was still a bit messy from when we battled on it earlier. I looked through the glass door he had so he could look at the view when inside. He wasn't inside where I could see either. That is strange. He might be on the beach, writing down some research on the waves or terrain on the island and seeing if it was suitable for some Pokemon. Yeah, that is probably what he is doing. Just doing some field work.

I walked down the steps of the cliff with Cinder on my shoulder. We reached the bottom and saw the Professor.

"PROFESSOR FIR!" I shouted looking at him.

He was wearing his bathing suit and sunglasses, and sitting on a beach chair with a reflector sheet to get more sun rays. The Professor wasn't working! He was relaxing on the beach! I was so off.

"Ohh! Michael! Is that you? Haha… I was just uhh… ummm…. researching how the UV rays could affect the Pokemon on this island. Yep just testing the UV rays." the Professor said trying to be convincing.

"Whatever you say Professor Fir." I said not buying it, "Anyway, I was about to leave soon when I had spotted a nest of Wingull and Pelipper on my way to the beach."

"You saw my Wingull!" the professor said excited. "Oh boy! I knew that setting them out this morning wasn't too soon! This is big Michael, the first Pokemon on the island, and soon I'll release a few more and the island will soon have indigenous Pokemon!"

"And I met a boy on the beach with a Poochyena and we battled and I won!" I said adding to his excitement.

"That's wonderful! Two wins in one day! You're on fire Michael!" the Professor said getting up.

"Just like that Poochyena's fur." I joked. "Also, I was by the pier and the fisherman were telling me there was something in the water, and I saw it and jumped off the pier. I brought it ashore and look!" I said throwing the Pokeball in front of him.

My Shellder came out of the Pokeball and stared at the Professor. "Shellder!" it said looking at the ocean and hopping in the water.

"YOU SAW ANOTHER WILD POKEMON IN ONE DAY ON THIS ISLAND! AND YOU CAUGHT ANOTHER POKEMON IN ONE DAY! THAT'S AMAZING MICHAEL!" he shouted inspecting the Shellder.

"Yea! You have been working really hard with trying to get Pokemon like Shellder on the island haven't you sir? I said complimenting him.

"Oh, no Michael! I never released any Shellder's into the wild yet." he said looking at me.

"Then where did this one come from?" I said hoisting my open Shellder above my head.

"It must have fell off a fishing boat. But it is still wonderful you caught your second Pokemon in one day." he said.

"Thank you Professor!" I said returning my Shellder, "I will be leaving the island now to start my journey. Oh, and I forgot to mention that I invited my parents over to your place tonight." I said backing away slowly.

"WHAT?!?" the Professor exclaimed, "Your joking right!"

"So they can get to know you and you can explain what happened to me. Well I'm off!" I said running up the stairs of the cliff.

"Keep in touch, and visit!" he said getting up and ready to go inside, probably to get dressed up and clean up his unorganized lab.

"I will! Thank you for everything Professor!" I said losing sight of him.

I hopped on my bike and started pedaling off. We were off to wherever the winds were ready to take us, even the ends of the world itself. You think anything is possible or could happen when you have been what I've been through. And I regret none of it. Not yet that is.


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