Chapter three: Clear Intentions

It was contradictory to everything that I understood to be true. This was a life changing day. My life up until this point was falsified. The lines of fact and convoluted fiction were heavily distorted.

He stood on the swell of the crest, flanked on either side by his numerous soldiers. The ranks swarmed around him, standing in wait for their next command. I gaped in astonishment as his heavily muscled frame crouched down. The next thing I knew he was lunging for the opposing foe, just in the nick of time, too.

I landed on the ground, in a massive heap of angered pokémon. 'I wasn't one of them, why'd they have to tackle me, too?' A bright beam of energy burst forth from the mound, and a shriek was heard, painfully resounding throughout the hilltops.

Untangling myself from the pile of thrashing pokémon, I groaned. Licking my forepaw, I sulkily watched the short fight unfold in front of me. A scarlet blaze erupted before my eyes.

"What the hell, dood? That could've been my frail life in the hands of the enemy!"

"Stop acting like a theatrical bitch, Enkou." He turned, cuffing the adolescent cub about the ear. "My battle tactics do not need the likes of you challenging my authority and stability. Incompetent…brainless..."

He abruptly jerked his head up, and stared directly into my black eyes. His bronzed hide gleamed at me, teasing me, taunting the very vestiges of my self-control. I shook with scarcely suppressed angst.

The one I now knew to be called Enkou plunked down beside me and smirked. "So, who do we have here? Are you one of the monarch's…followers?" He pointed to a figure rising to its feet.

The flareon gestured with his snout, and haughtily tossed his head, as I panted. I blinked and glanced in the direction that his paw indicated. The pokémon that glowered back at me did not look happy. Attempting to backpedal, I nervously grinned, but a presence dissent. The stunning pokémon that blocked my escape, was staring at me. My body quivered, I bit my tongue, and my thoughts flew into oblivion.

"I'm..." I started.

"Shh, young one," he said. "Enkou, take this one back to the others. He shall prove to be very useful."

The flareon sitled up next to me, and looked adoringly to his commander. The brons colored pokémon didn't elaborate. He simply peered at us with a penetrating gaze. My heartbeat started to quicken at his heavy perusal of my body.

This was how the rest of my life began on that long ago day...

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Theme 3: light

Enkou- flame. Also can mean halo.