Chronicles of Envas

GOOD NEWS, I still need gym leaders, but the Eterna, Oreburg and Canalave City gym leaders are already chosen so no grass, water/steel or ground/rock types either. If you are going to submit one, then add more pokemon (don't add the levels, I'll add the accordingly).

(Begin)

"Huph...three days and still nothing." I watched as the sun was setting beyond the mountains for the third time. Me and Zeno had been battling constantly for those past days searching for the elusive Ralts, scrounging around in the grass mostly and yet all we seem to encounter were Bidoof's and the occasional Geodude. Don't worry, the encounters didn't go to waste, as Zeno was now level 18 and still has energy to carry on.

We were meditating underneath the tree, and I decided that enough was enough. I sent meditate back to his vessel and made my way towards the setting sun, it must have looked pretty cool behind me. I began to contemplate on why I wanted a Ralts of all things. It started off as a child...

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...and Mum was in the finals for the pokemon contest. I was about 8 at the time, and apart from very short hair, no body-warmer and was a midget, I looked the same. Before the contestants performed however there was an intermission for a second show taking place.

Apparently someone had decided to challenge the gym leader and they both decided to fight in the contest hall for entertainment. At the time, I thought that Fantina was the strongest around and couldn't be beaten.

"Will the challengers make their way to their side of the field!" the contest presenter announced through the microphone. Fantina walked to the left side, still garbed in her custom made dress of Drifblim. The other man was dressed a bit unusually as he was on the right and straight in front of me. He was garbed in a white Gi shirt with the edging of it looking like green waves, but didn't wear his right sleeve as it hung beside him. Pale purple hakama adorned his legs along with white socks and straw sandals.

You couldn't see what his face looked like though, as his lightly tanned skin shined too brightly from on top of his polished bold head. The only other interesting thing about him was that he had a set of dark wooden prayer beads around his neck.

I couldn't give you a name for this person as I never could remember.

"This will be a three-on-three pokemon battle for the Relic badge. Now, BEGIN!"

"OHOHOHO, go my lovely Gengar." Her pokeball touched the arena and the Gengar materialised on her side of the field. The other man gave no warning what so ever as he threw his own red and white ball, releasing a green and white pokemon with a red fin on its chest, a blue fin on its head and blades for arms. A shout of Gallade came from its mouth and it got into a stance with its right arm out stretched and the left on at its side.

"Gengar, use Confuse ray!" a small ball of light started to zoom around Gallade , but he didn't seem to care about it, and just remained still. The Gallade had begun to look around startled as the light that danced around him vanished, that is until the small berry that was in its hand was noticed. I couldn't make out its specifics but it must have been a persim berry.

The uncertainty that clouded its mind faded to frightening focus. "Psycho Cut." The right arm began to glow a vibrant purple, and with a flick of the elbow a solid wave on energy streaked across the field and slammed into Fantina's gengar, rocketing her into the wall and lying in from of a long cut that emerged along the plaster.

"Gengar is unable to battle." Some of the crown cheered for the new comer. The rest were the vigilant fans of Fantina that wouldn't abandon her. I remained silent, enthralled by the display of power shown.

"Mismagius, come on out!" the purple shroud of the pokemon fluttered as it hovered lazily. "Use shadow ball!" Fantina's Mismagius had raised its covered head to reveal jagged lips opening wide, summoning small fragments from the neighbouring shadows of the audience, equipment and such. A condensed orb of contorting blackness took shape and shot ahead to the green and white pokemon, leaving small trails of inky vapors.

"Light screen." A blue dome had surrounded him, and lessening the impact of the ink blot so much so that it appeared that it made no form of damage what so ever, but the dome had begun to dim, as the secondary effects of the shadow ball, and reduced his defence. "Sword dance." And Gallade began to perform an amazing display of jabs, kicks and footwork. I vaguely remembered Fantina commenting that the Gallade would be great in contests. She had also ordered to fire Magical leaf, the multi coloured foliage drifting about her before shooting forward at impressive speed.

But what was more impressive was Gallade, while dancing had ducked, slashed and weaved EVERY leaf that came towards him, avoiding any damage from being sustained. The attack and the kata had ended up increasing its muscle mass and raising its attack. "Psycho cut" again the same wave had streaked across and colliding with Mismagius sending her to the same wall has his first apponent, causing the first gash to spread out to twice as wide and twice as deep. The second pokemon had fallen.

If someone had asked if a pokemon could be this devastating I would have said they were silly, but now... amazing. Fantina called back her fallen pokemon and had released out Drifblim, it lazily floated in the air waiting for its order. The final had begun.

Gallade fired off another psycho cut and it soared towards Drifblim, but Fantina had made it minimise at the last moment and flying above the intended attack. The follow up move was an Omnimous Wind, and was fired straight down towards her foe. Gallade had sunk its fist into the arena floor to hold him in place. The winds began to barrage against his skin causing small cuts to appear.

Once the winds fully died down, the next order came "Foresight" Gallade had begun to focus on Drifblim to an uncomfortable degree, and seemed to be looking at her in a different sight. "Close combat" if the sword dance was impressive, this put it to shame. It was a blur of strikes and kicks so rapid and powerful, that only blurs could be seen along with the sounds of flesh smashing disembodied flesh. Drifblim slowly floated down like an empty plastic bag, unconscious.

"Drifblim is unable to battle." No one could believe it. I was in shock. Someone had defeated Fantina, with ONE pokemon! I had run all the way to the exit in a hope of talking to him. I had to find out what sort of person could defeat Hearthomes city's most powerful pokemon tamer.

I found him walking down the tunnel examining his acquired badge. "Excuse me." I squeaked out, feeling a little nervous, what if he was a bad person?

He turned around, the bald head not blinding me with its shinyness. His eyes were a warm chocolate brown framed by small wrinkles, gentleness and wisdom radiating from them, his tiny smile was calm and full of kindness, looking as if it had laughed too much. Unusually on his forehead was a small tattoo of an eye sideways nestled between his thick black eyebrows. "What is it little one?" his voice was like his eyes as he kneeled down to meet me face to face.

"I wanted to know what type of pokemon that was, sir"

He chuckled "Well it was a psychic pokemon little one, well a psychic fighting type. Very special"

"Is there any types like that around? I want to catch one."

"As it happens, there is another psychic fighter around, called a meditate. But a word of warning little one," the seriousness stress his next words "to bring out the best in psychic pokemon you must focus your own mind, as do they." He raised himself up again to make his way to the exit. He got near the door before he asked his own question. "What is your name?"

"Mathew Envas, sir."

"I will remember that name in the future. Good luck Mathew." And he entered outside. I realised I never gt his name, because...

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...he was the man that taught me the power of psychic types. He inspired me show the world how powerful psychics could become. He informed me of the importance of meditation, so I participated in Zeno's training with equal enthusiasm, and playing Go.

I had just realised that I had walked all the way up the mountain path and across the stone bridge that spanned across the Heart River (the river that goes through route 208, I thought to give it a name). The entrance was in sight but not much could be seen within from so far away. I headed in.

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I ventured within the dark stone confines, the dripping of water permeating the air and the smell of damp wafting through the entrance. There was a small lake in front of me, the occasional Magikarp breaking through the surface. ZZZUUUUUUU! I ducked as a Zubat had flown right over me, those annoying little biters.

It wasn't as dark as I thought it would have been, the reasons being the lakes reflecting any light onto the damp walls, and the tiny holes in the walls caused by the Arons that used to live here allowed the light to filter in. The Zubat had begun to circle around to attack again. "Zeno, let's go." He popped out and in his martial arts stance. Zubat attempted to get close to go for a snack, like I'd let him.

"Use confusion." My expression had lost its previous mirth and altered to a ruthless scowl. Zeno had raised its hands towards its forehead, shut its eyes and appeared to focus. Zubat was beginning to dive down when it suddenly lost its ability of flight and crashed into the stone wall. It appears its confused. "Finish with psycho cut." A purple aura circled around Zeno's right arm as he brought it to his left side. Swinging it across him had unleashed that energy into a wave that collided with Zubat, and buried it under some of the rubble that broke away from the attack. It didn't get back out.

I grinned at the victory...until the cries of "zuuuu" began reverberating through the tunnel. Zeno and I turned around, and we bolted it through the tunnel hoping to escape the flock of a hundred Zubats hoping to avenge their comrade. "There!" we had both ducked behind an outcrop of rock. The blind flying rodents simply flew past and continuing forward.

We waited awhile before we moved, looking out for any sign of them. "Ssllloooooo" What the...I turned around to find some pink and beige mass of pokemon by the lake staring at us. I reached into my belt and fished out the Pokedex. Let us see what this has to say...

(Scanning)

Slopoke: the dopey Pokémon

Type: water/psychic

Information: Although this Pokémon is very slow in mind and body, it has amazing skill at fishing with its tail. That is why it lazes near water, but because it doesn't register pain quickly, a fish can be hooked on its tail for a whole day.

Level: 12

Gender: Male

Ability: Own Tempo

Techniques: Curse, Yawn, Tackle, Water Gun

(End of transmission)

THIS was a PSYCHIC? There was no way that was psychic, it just can't. I stared at it, it stared back. A staring contest ensured until a conversation was heard coming further down the tunnel, almost like arguing. Me, Zeno and Pot (Slowpoke's too long) turned to the sound wondering else it could be. We walked forward keeping to the wall as much as possible to avoid detection.

Thump

That sound started appearing every now and then when we got closer to the source, and it made me a little nervous. A glance around the next corner revealed three oddly dressed specimens of humanity. Two men with pale green hair and built like a shed, the last being a woman with short violet locks and a decent...figure. They appeared to be wearing black trousers or in case of the woman, a very short mini skirt with black tights adorned with black shoes.

The weirdest choice in clothing however was the long sleeve zipped up jacket they all seemed to stylise. It was as red as blood with a wide green thread circling up the arms, stomach and back, avoiding the chest that had an insignia of a green clockwise spiral going inwards, the rest were continuing up a hood that concealed their facial features, and finishing on a point that stuck out like some form of bent starched up sleeping cap.

They appeared to have established some pen of electricity, a long device about two feet long connecting the streams of power containing a herd of slowpoke, all of them just as dopey looking. However some of them looked slightly depressed, almost accepting being caged.

Thump

That sound again. I looked a little further over the corner and witness one of the men place something white within a box used to store chemicals. A slowpoke was being lead back to the pen by the other male, and the female bringing the next one to him, briefing him that they were nearly out. Nearly out of what? The slowpoke was brought back to the first man and he grabbed the tail.

It was white.

Thump

A butcher's knife had sliced off the anemic section of the tail and had been placed with the others. I was horrified, how could they do something like this to them? The same process was about to begin again and didn't look like it would stop soon. Well, from their perspective.

"HEY!" admittedly, it wasn't the coolest (or smartest) thing I could have done, but it did make them stop. All three of us stepped around to face the trio, but they didn't look very intimidated.

"Get lost kid, we got work to do." The woman stated as if it were a day at the office. The other two men reached behind themselves and pulled out a single pokeball "If you stay longer however..." she pulled out her own pokemon "we'll have to silence you on what you've seen."

"Hey, he brought a gift!" the one that was hacking at the tails had pointed to Pot, his whole persona demonstrating new levels of stupidity from his voice, expression, and attitude. The other male began to laugh and started cheering. Apparently the first one was the smarter of the two.

"IDIOTS! HE'S THE ENERMY, NOT A GUEST! NOW THROW YOUR DAMN BALL!" the obvious leader had ordered. All three had then released their pokemon, two Timburr for the men and a Marowak for the woman.

"Zeno." My face began adorning a scowl as my Meditite marched forward. I looked to the side as something else passed my right leg. Pot had come forward to join the brawl. Three on two... well it was better than before. "Zeno, use Meditate." He had shut its eyes and focused its breathing. The two fighting types had jumped into the air and were ready to bring the side of their palms on top of Zeno's head. "Pot, use Yawn!" Pot had yawned, releasing tiny small bubbles of white gas that collided with the airborne pokemon, and put them to sleep making them crash into the floor. They were called back instantly as they were unable to fight.

"Marowak, use Boneclub on Meditite!" The Marowak had brought its weapon of choice into Zeno's chest just as he finished his meditation, becoming strong. From the immense look of pain on Zeno's face, it must have done a lot of damage as he was sent tumbling along the ground. He couldn't make a second move as he was dealing with the damage.

"Pot, use Tackle!" I misjudged about how fast he could be as he rocketed towards the bone warrior. His side crashed into his opponent, sending them both sliding backwards from the hit.

"Marowak, Headbutt." The order was made and the bone armour around its head smashed into Pot's own skull. Pot was sent backwards alongside Zeno as he got off the ground. "Now use Bone Club." Another order had be cast as Marowak came charging towards Pot. Another attack like that would end it.

"Zeno use low kick." I know it was dirty, but it needed to be done. Zeno shot his leg out towards the running pokemon, causing him to trip and crash into a protruding rock. At least it stopped the strike. He and Pot was both on their feet again, and this would be the only time to beat them. Zeno, use psycho cut. Pot, use Water gun." The familiar purple energy started swirling around my Meditite's arm while Pot had shut its mouth tightly with his stomach expanding rapidly, modt definitely with water.

The bone warrior had got to its feet, a little dizzy from the fall. It was time. "Now!" Zeno swung his arm and released the wave while Pot opened its mouth and a large and fast stream of water rocketed forward. They combined and the jet stream began to propel the blade faster.

They made contact with Marowaks bone as he tried to deflect it, but the blade had cut through the marrow, giving the water time to hit its mark before he could prepare. The jet hit, blasting him across the cave and into the nearby pool of water. He floated back up unconscious.

The female called him back, grunting her displeasure. Her face was revealed staring at me, showing a sour expression and disdain. "Alright, so you defeated Team Spiral, but not the next time. Do yourself a favour and don't meddle with our affairs." The three began to walk away to one of the exits, both of the men picking up the container of severed appendages.

"What were you doing?" Anger had rolled off the tongue surprising myself.

"None of your business, kid."

"Well will you do with the others?"

She glanced towards the pink penned pokemon before reaching into her jacket and pulling out a remote. With a press of a button, the energy binding the group dissipated, allowing them to leave. "Do what you like, they don't concern us anymore." All three continued onwards and vanished beyond my sight. Team Spiral huh? I best keep an ear out for them.

Me and Zeno had made our farewell to Pot and continued on to the southern exit. "well my friend, we may not have caught anything, but we did some good, right?" Zeno simply shrugged its blue shoulders, unable to answer.

"ssssllllooooooooo" They both turned around, surprised to see Pot following them. He simply waddled up to the before sitting on his rear, staring up at me.

"you want to come with Pot?" I was surprised that he nodded his head to my question, both wanting to join us and having the energy to. I smiled warmly at him before reaching into my bag and withdrawing the red and white ball. I gently tapped it against its forehead and aborbed him in. There was no restraint when he was inside.

"Haha, I caught a Slowpoke!" I pulled off some cheesy stance to look more dramatic, raising the ball above my head. Zeno had face palmed himself at this and headed to the exit, where the new day light was shining through.

(End)

Well, it took me 2 days to write this baby up so you better appreciate it. Review what you thought about it and let me know. Position on the rival is still open but I did have a promising candidate already. Think you can beat it? Also the flashback near the start was a number of things. One to show how Mat got his dream and the little quirks and hobbie, the second being to get another OC (Of my design) that will be very important in the near future, and finally to practice some epic fight scenes.

Anyway, what did you think of Team Spiral? More is going to be shown of them along with another character the next time they appear. I will bow at your feet if you can figure out why I called them Spiral.

Cya.