Great, just great, now I had to act like a human. I hated it when this happened to me. Stupid trainers, trying to catch me, killing me instead, and causing me to appear in another of their godforsaken…never mind, it was just annoying.
I trudged through the dense foliage, trying to figure out where I was.
Breaking out of the tree line I stumbled upon a lake, it was calm, and really, closer to a pond than anything else. It had a bridge spanning it, which I could get up onto by going back up through the woods… not happening.
Might as well go and see what I look like. I sighed as I stared down into the pond. My hair was all the way down to my knees, dark blue at the tips and ends, and silver blue in the middle. My eyes were still the color of molten lava, and my lips had a silver and blue tint to them. Judging by my tall stature, I had kept my body mass of 122lbs.
Oddly enough, I was wearing a silver dress, with matching thigh-high boots that had dark blue laces running up the front of them. It was one of the better coloration combinations that they could have given me. Usually I just ended up looking like one of the cursed humans of the time. They must have gotten more adventurous in their coloration for me to be allowed to look so much like myself - Even if I didn't have my wings.
"Time to find some meaningless chore to do, until I can find yet another way, to get back to my true form… God, I hate trainers!" I was grumbling and growling, when I ran smack-dab into a solid form.
The air chortled at me and then solidified into a kecleon. The usually red band on its green belly was a dark blue and its gold crown was a sickly yellow. It looked at me angrily, before realizing what I was. It's eyes went wide, and it fell back onto its bottom, causing a puff of dust to poof up from the well worn path to the water. It screeched at me and disappeared again.
"Good to see you too." I mumbled, and grimaced at the thick accent in my voice. It was obvious that I, once again, needed to relearn how to speak with the humans of the time… and the pokémon.
The foliage parted easily, now that I wasn't stumbling around, with absolutely no idea who or where I was. You'd be amazed at the difference that simply knowing what you are can do for your coordination. After all, I wasn't 5' 7" anymore, now I was at least 6' tall… It was really weird.
A scream rent the air, and I sighed, jogging toward it.
As I cleared the wood completely, I could see the tree house city of Fortree. It was being attacked by a bunch of kecleon.
Annoyed, I walked toward the nearest one, and picked it up by the scruff of the neck. "What, do you little things think you are doing?"
They all stopped trying to destroy the town, and steal items from the houses, to look at me, allowing the townspeople who had been being assaulted to pull away from them.
The pack of kecleon all began to chatter at the same time, giving me a headache.
"Quiet!" I roared. "I don't want to hear it! Just leave!"
They all shut up at the same moment, and then ran off in a stampede of little green and pink bodies. The one in my hand wriggled, and I set her down.
She moved about ten feet away, before stopping, turning back and looking at me closely. She then chattered and pointed off toward the wood that I had just come from, where a black and white blur melded into the green foliage.
Slowly, I walked forward, toward the gawking townspeople.
A woman with purple hair in a long pony tail and with two wing-like bangs sticking out from underneath her blue aviator helmet. She had black boots and gloves, and white leg warmers, stretching from her upper thigh, hidden behind her blue dress, with a circle neck and white sleeves that had a blue band above the elbow. Her eyes were blue as well. As she looked at me, she appeared to be confused. "I thought we had another infestation of kecleon, but all I see is a girl with a horribly deranged fashion sense. Unless, of course, she is a kecleon, in that case… I may as well attack her." She pulls out a pokéball and waves it in a threatening way.
The only thing I hate more than trainers is their damned pokéballs. They are a prison, and very annoying to keep having to escape from… The sad thing was, that if any of the trainers, who could actually beat me, had asked me if I wanted to be on their team, I probably would have said yes, and they wouldn't have had to waste so much time and energy.
"How dare you threaten me?" I asked her.
She scoffed, "I, little girl, am Winona. The gym leader of Fortree city, and I can see the ebb and flow of the winds! I will use speed to outwit all of my foes! And who are you to question me?"
That, of course, was when I realized that I couldn't exactly tell the humans what I was, not without sounding insane anyway. "I am the one who showed the kecleon that they would be stupid to attack this town." something was bothering me. "How long have the pokémon been acting like this anyway?"
She laughed, "For many days now, I would say… nearly four months…"
I frowned, thinking. It couldn't be just my fault then, I only came back to awareness a few hours ago, and who knows how long I was sitting in limbo, waiting to be reborn… "That is not plausible… It would mean that another… Damn."
Winona gave me a questioning look. "What do you mean, girl? And are you a trainer? You don't look it, but you do have the natural charisma, minus the horrible fashion sense that is."
Like she was one to talk about fashion sense, at least I hadn't picked mine out. "No, I am not a trainer, but I am looking for a profession."
"Good! I'll fly you to Mauville and get you a starter pokémon! Although, I bet all of the good ones are gone by now… Come on!" She yelled, as she threw her pokéball and out popped a blue pokémon, with giant white cotton wings. It was a male Altaria. Winona grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto the back of the poor overburdened pokémon.
Our flight only took a moment, and then we were gliding down to a stop, over the red roof of the pokémon center, and beside the bike shop.
Winona hopped off immediately and began to walk away.
I, however, leaned down to the poor pokémon, and stroked his head, before saying. "I am sorry at how she treats you, and if I could, I would free you."
He looked up at me and crooned in its soprano voice at me rather cheefully.
I shook my head, I would never understand how they could like being trapped in a pokéball, I answered, "Very well, but I wouldn't be able to survive in a tiny pokéball… Even if it seems like a world, without weather, I couldn't stand it… And the enclosed space… No, not happening."
He smiled knowingly at me, before disappearing into a stream of red light.
Standing up, I found Winona behind me. She was putting away Altaria, and giving me a wondering look. "Were you just talking to him?"
"Yes." I said as I stood up. Then, as I walked past her, I added, "Pokémon are not just shallow creatures, like most of your kind believe, they are complex beings and should not be forced to do anything against their will. They also have complex language systems, that your kind can only guess at. Now, where am I supposed to get a… starter pokémon?"
Winona stared, openmouthed, at me, before closing her mouth and moving toward a giant building in the corner of the town.
It clearly stated, "New pokémon trainers welcome! Come in, and sign up!"
Sedately, I followed Winona in. The interior was covered in scenes of brave trainers, facing down savage pokémon. One wall in particular caught my eye. It depicted a savage monster facing off with a valiant trainer. It was titled, "The Savage Articuno, Finally Stopped."
"That's not how I remember it." I mumbled. The trainer had been a cruel child. Winona looked back at me, and asked, "Huh?"
I smiled, "Nothing."
She asked, "What is your accent? Sometimes, I can hardly understand you."
"That is because this is my second language."
"Oh? And what is your first-"
The attendant interrupted her, "What do we have here? Another new trainer? A little old, are we not?" He was fairly old, and had graying hair. I could tell what he was wearing under his white lab coat.
Winona answered for me, "She is a new trainer, and yeah, she's kind of old, but she has the right type of heart. Get her registered and set up."
He glared at her. "Ms. Winona. You have come here nearly everyday, for the past month, looking at my poor pokémon. They haven't changed, and I am getting sick of you making up new excuses. Please, leave."
She grumbled, but obeyed.
"Now." He turned kindly eyes on me. "Lets get you signed up." It was a whirlwind of motion. I came up with the pseudonym of Ahura Black, and stated that I was seventeen years of age, and an orphan, then, he lead me to the pokémon catalog. Apologetically, he said, "We only have a few left, as most of this years trainers have already come and gone."
"I'll take this one." I said, selecting a teeny tiny little Eevee that had been left behind, by all of the other new trainers. Didn't they know her potential?