The Knights of Arceus

by Labyrinth of Lies

Eric is a 12-year old boy who has not managed to catch a Pokemon in his hometown of Snowpoint City. But when he saves a pikachun in the wild, everything about his life changes. this fic has short chapters, but here will be alot of them. Rated M for blood and gore in future chapters. I guess this story could involve more Pokemon, but I'm more of a fantasy writer. I dont own pokemon.

10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Heather was walking down the hallway, her claws in hand. She was swinging them around lightly. "So all I have to do to fight with these, is swing them at things?"

"It's a little more in depth than that. You need techniques. That is what I'm here to teach you." the female knight next to her said. "My name is Catherine. I will be your mentor."

"Cool. What do I do first?"

"Well, first we have to get to the training hall. And here we are." they stepped into a large room where many men and women were slashing at dummies. "Now, let me show you one of the most basic techniques." she put on her claws walked over to the dummy, slashed it with her right hand, then her left, then delivered a swift uppercut to the dummy's face. "Do you think you can do that?"

"I think so." she walked over to the dummy, and threw her right hand at it, and hit. Then she threw her left. She only grazed it. "Damn. How could I miss that?" she tried again. She struck with her right hand, then her left, then knocked the dummy's head off with the uppercut. "What's next?"

"That's it. Just keep practicing that. You have all of eternity to master it anyway."

"What? All of eternity? What does that mean?"

"It means that you're immortal. The second you picked up that weapon, you stopped aging."

"Cool, I don't have to go through puberty!"

"No, you still have to. The regular body occurences will still happen, but your appearance will never change. You will even still be able to bear children."

"Shit. Wait, how old are you?"

"About 2000 years old. Younger than most in this place."

"Woah. By the way, have you told everyone here about me being the chosen hero?"

"No, so why don't we go up to the pedestal at the end of the room, and we can do so." they walked to said pedestal, and Catherine yelled out, "Behold, the chosen claw weilder has been chosen! Praise Arceus!"

"Praise Arceus!" filled the chamber. Heather stood there, basking in her glory.

"Is this really that important?" she said.

"Of course. We have been waiting for the coming of the heroes for many mellenia."

"Sweet. I'm famous."

"In a sense. But why don't you go back to practice."

"Fine." and she went back to striking the dummy.

sorry for the short chapter. I couldn't think. Bye!