The moss stopped glowing. The now former pup was alone again. The moss no longer held meaning for her. The glow had ceased, and the water dried up. The moss, having given her all the energy it had, faded to a dull, flaky brown.
How long had she been there? It was daylight!
...Did the rock get smaller? She moved about with unease. She felt strangely bare. Her body felt stronger. Refreshed. ...I'd better find-
Her thoughts were cut off by a strange, hot burst in the distance. She turned, and a wave of heat hit her face. She could smell smoke.
Strangest of all, she could FEEL trees dying far away. Their cries were cut short by the crackling, oppressive heat of open flame. And she could feel the fading life of her dearest companion.HERACROSS! I'm coming!
SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOF.
She was faster than before. Her legs were longer. She could see her paws. They were different. Every part of her felt new and strange. But there was no time to ponder. She had to act.
Butterfree gathered, floating overhead, safely away from the fight. Their champion Heracrosswas sprawled in a circle of burnt grass. The brave beetle was defeated, laying with his eyes shut. He struggled to rise, but the heat sapped him of his strength.
Charizard was too great an adversary. His teeth were like wrought iron. His claws were long and sharp.
Heracross had stood up to, matched, and even countered the physical blows, despite Charizard's size. What had finished him was the sheer firepower.
...Forgive me...friends... Heracross scratched the ground, regretting his defeat. He failed to protect his home, or find his friend. I've failed.
The Butterfree swooped down, harassing the Charizard, trying to give Heracross time to run away. They refused to leave their protector to die, but Charizard shrugged off their tackles and kicks. He didn't seem to even care as they assaulted his head.
WOOOOOOOOOOSH.
A green streak split the grass, and a new challenger bashed Charizard in the jaw with a massive headbutt. Charizard hissed, and snapped his jaws, but the former pup avoided the bite and landed on her feet, out of reach.
Her skin was a light, cream color. Her ears were green like leaves. Small tufts of green fur marked her chest and the top of her head. Her tail wagged.
Eevee was no more, having evolved into Leafeon. She stood in front of Charizard, ready to fight and win.
"Another pokemon? What kind is this one?" The Trainer scratched his head.
The leafy fox spotted her former trainer. She remembered him, clenching her teeth in anger. How dare you come here?! How dare you treat my friend so SHAMEFULLY?! Leafeon moved, swooping to the left. She swung her tail, and a green blade sliced through the air, swiping across Charizard's face, blinding him for the moment. Leafeon zoomed across the grass, her claws slashing Charizard's knee, forcing the creature down.
She was nimble. Her movements came naturally. Charizard was clumsy and sore from his fight with Heracross, and unable to fly with his new wings. Despite the type and size advantage, the fight was out of his favor.
Leafeon leaped onto Charizard's neck, and bit the back of his head.
"CHOOOOO!" The dragon thrashed, throwing her off. She relentlessly attacked again, biting Charizard's lip. The dragon threw her off yet again, but fell to his hands and knees.
I may not have iron skin, or a horn, but I'm strong too! Leafeon strafed swiftly. Charizard looked up and breathed his fire. The green blur weaved to and fro, leaping over the flaming stream. She was too fast for Charizard to even pose a threat to her with his clumsy, slow attacks.
Her skull bashed against his with great force, throwing the Charizard backwards. The beast fainted, leaving his trainer stunned. "...Charizard, return!" His poke-ball shot a red beam, and he reclaimed his unconscious dragon.
Leafeon looked at her bewildered Trainer. The boy who had abused and abandoned her. She hissed at him and his dumb grey fedora, stepping forward slowly.
"Don't hurt me!" The trainer fell backwards, terrified.
She stepped towards him. He panicked and backed up, but Leafeon bit his shirt, shaking him back and forth with her jaws. You're not my master anymore! You hurt my friend! Don't come back! She butted her head against his twice, bruising his forehead and knocking his hat off. Before he could grab the fedora, Leafeon snatched it in her jaws, and shook it back and forth, tearing it to shreds with her razor teeth.
Leafeon watched him leave, as he sprinted away like a coward. She turned back to Heracross, who seemed to have stirred a little. He was still trying to get up. His friends, the Butterfree and Caterpie flew and crawled to him. Leafeon was the first at his side, trilling in fearful concern.
Heracross looked up. All he could see was a cream colored, green accented blur. A pair of brown eyes, and the familiar scent of tree sap. greeted him as he slipped unconscious.
It all went black. He could only hope, as his eyes slowly closed, that he would wake up again.