Krom and Saria set out for Pinwheel Forest, Krom dispatching random trainers they crossed paths with. The forest surrounded them, and Krom breathed in deeply. He loved the Forest, and even Underwarf seemed comfortable. They walked through the forest, straying off the given path. The road paved in the forest was too crowded for Krom, who wanted to enjoy nature. They kept going, smiling at Cottonee that floated by. Petilil and Lilligant danced through the forest, spores scattering in the air. They went deeper still, stumbling upon a village in the deep woods. The village was small, and called Pinwheel Village. Krom chuckled. "Well, at least their creative with the name." He said, walking into the tiny village.
Saria socialized, enjoying the company of other people and Pokemon. She even met another Halfling. She was a Lilligant, as the species could only birth females due to excess chromosomes. Krom stumbled upon a library, searching the volumes for an interesting read. He stopped at one spine, reading the title. "Dwarves, the Sturdiest Halflings." he said, pulling the book from the shelf and sitting down. He began immersing himself in the book, learning about Halflings similar in power and structure to his Underwarf. Little did he see, the Pokemon in question wandering off.
When man and Machop bred, they produced stout folk, who had immense power. They would have a love of forgery, and would not be complete without a forgery, or at least a make shift one. They battled with vigor, losing only to Halflings with pointed ears, and they developed a hatred of such beings. Males of this species were immensely strong, few gifted in politics. They guarded strongholds, their bulk beyond even Shuckle. When enraged, their eyes would seem to catch fire, their inner furnace lit bright. The most devastating one of these beings was Dragon Heart. He was half Machamp, and half man. His four arms moved at incredible speeds, and he never fell in battle. He and his folk worked alongside the Hitoawa clan in ancient times, even when the Moyasu abandoned them.
Krom blinked. His family was connected to Shira's? He continued on.
After Golurk were created, their purpose slightly faded. Dragon Heart would not be deterred, and fought harder than ever. Those bearing crosses were massacred, his innate hate spreading to his entire folk. It is said he slew tens of thousands of cross bearers, then fell in battle against Palkia the Space-Maker. His legacy is carried on today in his folk, who thinned greatly. Any dwarves, or dwarven Pokemon was similar to him. They wielded hammers, slamming everything. They refused help, believing nature is the best healer. They drank immense amounts of mead, always having a barrel nearby. Krom chuckled at this.At least he knew more about his friend. Krom smiled, reading on.
Underwarf wandered the village, glancing at different shops and houses. They all had a shamanistic quality, doors decorated with bones and fruits. He kept on, bored. He smelt molten iron, and turned to a smithy. Underwarf smiled under his beard, walking in. He looked at the various works, which ranged from jewelry to weapons. He smiled, then frowned. He wished he had his own smithy, or at least an anvil. He yelled to the smith, a Girder Halfling who was hard at work. He left, determined to have his own forge. Although, how was he supposed to do that? He kept on, fingers in his beard.
Krom kept on, only glancing away from his book when Saria waved to him. She sat down, seeming happy. "I love this place. I've never seen so many Halflings before." She smiled, glancing about. Krom looked up. "How many Halflings are there here?" He asked, intrigued. Saria hmmed, thinking. "The Librarian is half Noctowl, the smith is half Gurdurr, the herbalist is half Chansey, the chief is half Bisharp, and his wife is half Lucario." She said. Krom blinked. "What happens if they have kids? Half human, quarter pawniard and quarter Riolu?" He asked, his attention shifting from the book. She blinked. "Beats me. I have never seen two Halflings fall in love before. Oh, I also heard about another Halfling who owns an orphanage of sorts, although I can't remember anything else." She said, finger on her chin. Krom grunted, shifting his focus back to the book. Saria laughed, calling him a book-Weedle.
Underwarf stumbled upon an orphange of sorts. All the Pokemon here were deformed. He spoke with the apparent leader, a one armed Blaziken by the name of Jackie. He said this was a facility where neglected, injured, abandoned and abused Pokemon could spend their lives. He swung his arm in a presentation of sorts, and Underwarf looked at all the other Pokemon. A Houndoom with visible ribs, snarling at anyone who came nearby, her bowl of food under her. A Sawsbuck with burnt skin where his eyes were supposed to be, led around by a three legged Zebstrika. Many other pokemon littered the yard, all injured in some shape. Jackie said that any of the Pokemon here are still in fighting condition, but that they had trust issues. Underwarf nodded, looking over the courtyard. Then he saw him.
Krom finished the book, searching for another volume. He found a white book. He read the spine. "The Shame of Reshiram: A history of the Moyasu Clan." He read, picking up the book. He found it interesting that his friend's family was called Reshiram's Shame. He sat down, and started to read about the Moyasu clan.
Underwarf traveled through the facility, spending time with each Pokemon. H felt bad for them, and felt that they should have never ended up like this. Jackie said he was the first here, born as a Torchic, discarded after injuring his wing in battle. Underwarf had asked how the Pokemon lost it, and he said that he amputated it himself, angered. Underwarf walked around, wondering if he'd ever do that. He saw a sparkle, and turned. His jaw fell slack. He watched the Turtwig sleep, anvil nailed into it's back.
Underwarf saw that the anvil was nailed into it's back, and the shell grew over the nails. Underwarf grimaced, imagining the pain the turtle felt. He walked up to it, striking the anvil with his hammer. A ring sounded, but the Turtwig slept. He swung, hitting harder. He swung a third time, hitting harder still, but the turtle ignored it all. He smiled, then grabbed the Turtwig by it's budding head sprout, dragging it along. He heard a purr, and turned to see a young man smiling down at him. He had thick, curly brown hair that flowed around his shoulders like a mane. His golden eyes were set off by his bronze skin. The large black pupils stared down at Underwarf. " Hey little guy. You know ya can't just walk away with a Pokemon, especially if you're not a trainer." He said, smiling. Underwarf grumbled, berating the boy in his own tongue. He blinked, then laughed at Underwarf. " Alright, take him. But be nice. He was nearly dead when I got him." He said. His pupils narrowed to felid slits, and he bode the dwarf farewell.
Krom felt something tugging on his leg, and grunted. He looked down, and saw Underwarf. He blinked, noticing the Turtwig with him. He looked at the two, smiling. He closed his eyes, feeling fatigued. When he opened them, he noticed the anvil on the turtle's back. Krom was in shock, wondering how anyone could be so cruel. He pulled out a Pokeball, capturing the still drowsy Pokemon. He released him, giving him the nickname Twiggy, at least for now. He scanned him, finding the moves Leech Seed and Magical Leaf. He smiled, and decided to call it a night.
Early that morning, Underwarf awoke, grabbing Castle Face and Twiggy's Pokeballs. He ran outside, releasing the Pokemon. Twiggy slept, and Underwarf smiled. He pointed to Castle Face, gesturing to Twiggy, then placing his hands around his mouth, moving them away in a blast like fashion. The Bastiodon tilted his massive head, and Underwarf grunted. He repeated the actions, the Bastiodon still not understanding. He growled, walking over to the large Pokemon. He slammed his hammer into Castle Face's foot, causing him to spit a Flamethrower, heating the anvil. Underwarf smiled, giving the Pokemon a thumbs up. He reached into his beard, pulling out a small sheet of Iron he stole from the smith yesterday. He laughed, ecstatic.
Krom awoke, and he saw Underwarf was gone. He sighed, picking up his bag. He saw Twiggy and Castle Face were also gone, and he panicked. He woke Saria, asking her to sense them out. "Really Krom, before breakfast?" She asked, groggy. Krom growled. " I'd do it for you!" He said, impatient. She sighed, gathering her things. She sensed them out, clanging sounds coming from their location. He saw Underwarf banging out a sword, designed for someone Krom's size. He polished it with his beard, smiling. Twiggy smiled while he slept, and Castle Face slumbered, Emolga on his rampart like head. Underwarf swung the blade, slicing a tree in half. The tree fell and Underwarf used Bulk Up, placing the fallen tree on the stump. Twiggy awoke, using Leech Seed to repair the damage done to the tree. Underwarf handed the blade to Krom. Krom looked at the amazing forgery. Krom had no idea what to do with it. He wanted to keep it, but he had no scabbard. He did not want to sell it, as his Pokemon forged.
Saria smiled, placing her hand on his back. "Underwarf doesn't care what you do with it, he was just happy to have made It." she said, and Krom smiled at his Pokemon, who ran his fingers through his beard. Krom kept it on him, being careful with the razor sharp blade. They ventured to the place where Underwarf found Twiggy. Krom and Saria looked around, in shock at the injuries these Pokemon sustained. Saria found one in particular gruesome. A Specially colored Druddigon stalked around, alert. One of it's wing like protrusions were missing, and it's left hand was mangled. The whole left side of it's face was black, eye missing. Saria wanted it, and spoke to Krom.
"Krom, we have to take him. He seems so unhappy." she said, glancing at the dragon. Krom looked at the Pokemon, seeing how angered it seemed. He knew Underwarf and his Pokemon were strong, but could they control this beast? They heard a chuckle, seeing the owner glower at them with his golden eyes. "That's Packer. He got the name because he always stopped any trainers who tried to steal Pokemon from Pinwheel Village." He said, pupils narrowing slightly. Krom looked at the boy, who Saria said was a Halfling. "How did he get here?" Krom asked, wondering how such a Pokemon ended up in his state. The boy closed his eyes, sighing.
"Packer came to Pinwheel Village, his owner a priest who praised Arceus. We all worship the forgotten deities, Xerneas the Shining Horn and Yveltal the Rune Vulture. So when he came here trying to convert us, we ignored him. Then, he had Packer attack us, and the Pokemon refused. He growled, loudly I remember, then pulled a blade from his back. Almost like the one you have there." He said, pointing to the blade Underwarf forged. "He chopped Packer's wing off, the stomped his hand once he fell from the pain. He set off firecrackers on the poor guy's face, blackening it. However, his trainer never left the village. Infact, we're likely standing on his burial ground." He said, pointing down.
Krom grimaced at the tale. "What happened to the priest?" he asked. The Halfling smiled. "I killed him. Bit his throat right out. Arceus worshippers taste foul, likely due to their supposedly holy lives." He said, lips a fusion between a frown and smirk. Krom smiled. "My friend would like to adopt Packer, if possible." Krom said, gesturing to Saria. He looked at her, purring. "Very well. State you name and heritage, and then what you're willing to trade for Packer." He said, smirk fading. Saria nodded, determined to adopt the dragon. "My name is Saria, of the womb of Gardevoir. I would like to adopt Packer the Druddigon." She said, chest puffed out. Krom chuckled. The owner nodded. "Very well. How do you plan on paying for Packer?" He asked, head tilted. Saria blinked, unable to produce any money. The owner glanced to Krom's blade, then smiled.
"I will take the blade as payment for Packer and the Turtwig, which your little friend obtained from me." He said, pointing at the sword. Krom smiled, handing the blade to him. He smiled, handing Krom Packer's Pokeball. "I, Simba, of the womb of Luxray, approve of this transaction. However, if you harm these Pokemon in anyway…" He trailed off, electricity cackling through the blade. Krom nodded, and they departed. An explosion was heard, followed by a cry of "Team Plasma!"
Krom ran, his Pokemon all released and following. They arrived at the scene, in shock at the devastation. The village had amazing herbs, said to make Pokemon much stronger, and Plasma wanted them. Simba exploded past them, Jackie in tow. Jackie Blaze Kicked a Swoobat, his claws slicing into their flesh. Simba was cloaked in electricity, slicing Plasma Grunts with the blade. Underwarf cheered on, happy to see his blade at work. The Blaziken had one arm, but his legs were faster than anything Krom had seen, unable to follow their movements. Even more Plasma members flowed in, Krom and his friends joining the fray. The female Houndoom from the orphanage spat flame, tearing into the flesh of anybody who got close.
The blind Sawsbuck rammed it's hind legs into the chest of a Plasma Grunt, shattering his chest. The Zebstrika slammed into a Plasma Grunt, flinging their mutilated body across the village. Everyone joined the fray, and the Pinwheel War had begun.
Krom kicked in the skull of one member, growling as he kneed another in the stomach. He ducked under a fist, grabbing the man's throat. He hoisted him up, roaring as he slammed him down. He jumped up, catching another Grunt in a clinch, kneeing his chest twice, then elbowing his head, breaking his neck. Castle Face roared, ramming through the enemy forces. The mayor and his wife got involved, the mayor's wrist blades slicing into a man's flesh. His wife used Aura Sphere, the energy ball slamming into a woman's face. Roggenrola shot rocks at flying Pokemon, distracting their flight patterns. Rufus erupted from the ground, his head slamming into the skull of a Liepard, severing it's brain stem. The two Golett teamed together, Saria's using Psychic while Krom's used Ice Beam. Twiggy shot Magical Leaf from his sprout, striking foes. Nibbles chewed on the face of a Plasma Grunt, and Emolga flew around happily, working with Castle Face.
Saria was defenseless. She had no means of fighting, her physical strength nonexistent. Her Pokemon abilities were not even on par with young Ralts. She ducked under a fist, retreating. She bumped into a tree, and the man smiled sadistically. He grabbed at her roughly, sick gleam in his eye. His hand traveled down to her chest, and she closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable. Krom came from behind, gabbing the man. He spun him, elbowing him in the face. He elbowed twice, thrice, four times more. Even then, he kept on. The man's face was mangled and bloody, but he kept attacking. Underwarf laughed, slamming his hammer into the skull of a Swoobat. The grunt fell, face unrecognizable. Krom spun, sweeping another grunt's feet from under him.
Krom dropped down, landing in the man's chest. He punched him in the face, repeating with his other hand. Blow after blow followed, Krom's anger rising. He jumped, flipping in air. He wrapped his legs around a grunt's face, flipping back. His hands hit the ground, the grunt's neck broken. He charged, tackling a grunt. He stood, lifting the grunt over his head, flinging him at more grunts. Saria watched in shock, her new friend relentless in his assault. Spots jumped, Seed Bombing their foes. Houses were aflame, the grunts escaping with the herbs. The mayor cried out, not wanting the village's secret to spill out. The Purrloin raced over, hissing at the grunts. The laughed. "Look at the little kitty!" They jeered, laughing. Spots growled, spitting seeds at them. They moved away, laughing at him. He growled, closing his eyes. He felt his power surge, the opened his eyes.
Spots glew brightly, his body changing. Underwarf cheered Spots, and Krom smiled, happy his Pokemon was evolving. The newly evolved Liepard stared the grunts down, snarling. They scoffed, and Spots smirked. He retained his flexible skeleton upon evolution, rising on his hind legs. He stood near seven feet tall, and he charged the grunts. He clotheslined them both, grabbing the herbs. He purred, heading back to the village.
Krom had returned most of his Pokemon, as they were tired and weary. Spots grunted, blocking a Shadow Ball. He returned the leopard, not wanting to over exert him. Underwarf and Krom were tired, Krom panting heavily. The village residents had retreated to Town Hall, Krom, Simba and Saria protecting the town and it's herbs. Jackie had been injured, breaking his arm. Simba panted, the electricity fading from around him. The sword was stained with blood, as was he. Underwarf roared happily at the remaining grunts, taunting them. When they charged with their Pokemon, the dwarf smiled evilly. He pulled a Pokeball from his beard, unleashing Packer. The Druddigon roared, berserk emotion in his eye.
Packer erupted. He grabbed a man by the throat, Dragon Tailing a Swoobat. He slammed the man to the ground, Fire Punching a Liepard. A Bisharp used Sucker Punch, coming at Packer. The dragon spun, Dragon Clawing upwards, removing the Pokemon's head. He dove underground using Dig. The grunts and their Pokemon continued forward, heading straight for Underwarf. The dwarf moved with instinct, ramming his hammer into the face of a Simisear. Simba had rejoined the fray, slicing a Swoobat in half. He spun, leaving a deep wound on the chest of a grunt. A Swoobat charged, and he roared. His jaws slammed into the neck of the Swoobat. Everyone froze, the head of the bat in the Halfling's mouth. He ripped back, spitting the head out. They all ran, and only a confident Haxorus stayed.
Packer erupted from the ground, vaulting the Haxorus into the air. He rolled in the shape of a ball, slicing the Haxorus. He unrolled himself, spinning to Dragon Tail the Haxorus and shatter it's skull. The Pokemon landed on the ground, dead. Packer landed on the ground, roaring in victory.
The Gym Leaders watched the news, nothing else on. They gathered again, to discuss funding. The reporter paled then spoke. "This just in; a war broke out in Pinwheel Village, between the natives and Team Plasma. Reports state that over a thousand Plasma members and Pokemon were slaughtered in their own attack. The natives are mostly powerful trainers and Halflings. Reports say that the main defense against Plasma was Krom Hitoawa and Simba Lionheart, both having a minimum of ten kills each. As this was in self defense, no charges are brought against the village, targeted for their herbs." the reporter spoke.
Cheren growled. "That fucking heathen!' he roared, fist clenched. Homika chuckled. "Not bad. I would have thought he would have been killed." she said, smirking. Cheren spun on the snow haired leader. "Stop complementing that murderer!" He roared. Homika laughed again, watching as a photo of a blood covered Krom flashed, followed by the bronze skinned Halfling. "You're just jealous." She said, strumming her bass. Cheren growled. "Of what?' he growled through gritted teeth. She looked at the older leader, laughing. "That he's better looking than you, for one." she said, causing laughter to ring out.