{Pie!} Tessa called. {Come on, it's time to go to the new field for lunch!}
I stopped chasing Raz, my Rattata friend. I was lucky she'd called my at that moment; Raz was out-speeding me (therefore winning the game), a rare event. {Okay, Tessa. I'm coming, wait up!}
{Sorry, Raz. I gotta go for lunch. Your family is probably looking for you too,} I suggested to him as I plucked out a small twig that was embedded in my wing feathers.
{And I was winning the game, too! Aw, well, I guess there's always next time. I'll see you later, Pie-man. Peace out,} Raz said as he used his speedy Quick Attack to maneuver carefully between two hefty tree roots sticking out of the ground. Raz, my best buddy, would return to his family unit's tree but be back to play again in the afternoon. At the time, neither he nor I had any idea that there wouldn't be a 'next time'.
I flapped my short wings rapidly to gain a bit of altitude. After the massive treetops had become miniature dots, I ceased my flapping and started soaring. I was still not a very good flyer; I was only a child by our standards. I kept my incredibly acute eyes fixated on Tessa. She was leading me to our new feeding pasture, and that was the source of my lunch (and all my other meals, for that matter). After about three more minutes of silent free flight, the new field came into view over the horizon.
{Is that it?} I wondered to Tessa. {It looks a lot bigger than our old one.}
{Yep,} my sister responded. {It is bigger, a lot bigger. That's why dad says it's such a great discovery.}
I started diving downward to the field. I was a bit hungry because I'd only eaten a few berries that Raz and I had found in an old Sentret tree for breakfast. As soon as I started the downward dive, I realized that it was a horrible idea. I had forgotten to factor in the wind (which was gusting rather strongly today), for one thing. I had also forgotten to aim my dive carefully, like the elder Pidgeots had always warned us against in our enormously boring flight lessons. I knew Tessa would be all 'this is what you should have done' to me for the rest of the flight and our whole lunchtime as soon as she noticed what I had accidentally done. Tessa was considered a 'talented' flyer by our standards, and she showed off a lot to her friends. I quickly pulled out of the careless dive/fall, but it was already too late.
{PIE!! What do you think you're doing?? Are you totally crazy?!} Tessa screeched infuriatingly. I sighed. This was going to be a long lecture given by my sister, who was only two months older than I. I righted myself and was online again with the field. Tessa didn't seem to notice at all.
As I had dreaded earlier, Tessa immediately started on a rampage about how I needed to listen to the elders and how I was the crummiest flyer in the whole colony. This went on until we both flared our wings and landed on the soft grass in the field next to our parents and other siblings.
I looked at my family. All three of my other sisters, but only two of my brothers were present. That was usual; Tuvian, my oldest brother, was almost always gone. I had no idea where he was or what he was doing, and probably wouldn't understand if he had told me anyway. Tuvian had just evolved into a Pidgeotto, and was quite famous for being one of the youngest Pidgeys in our colony to ever evolve. Tuvian had always been nice to me, and never acted condescending or cruel to his little brother. As a result of acting this way to everyone, he had a lot of friends and was very popular. Chances were, he was with his new girlfriend.
{Is everyone here?} Mother worried.
{Tuvian's gone. Everyone else is here,} Tessa reported. {Although Pie almost didn't make it.}
I shot her a look that was pure toxic. I knew that she'd report my latest flying incident to my parents and the elders, just to get me in trouble. Sometimes I hated my goody-good sister and wanted to just leave and get away from it all.
After a delicious lunch of barbecued Caterpie and fresh ground berries, I immediately swaggered to the edge of the field to get ready to fly back to meet Raz. I was now out of sight of my family, but they'd know where to find me if they needed me. I spread my short, stubby wings, ready for takeoff. I waited for a mild gust of wind to make my flying easier and to lessen the amount of flapping I'd have to do. Flying was great, but flapping wasn't, not the least bit. It was extremely tiring and not fun at all.
At that moment, the perfect gust blew past. I flapped a bit to get in the air, and then let the wind take hold me. Suddenly, I realized that that was my second flying mistake of the day. {Always flap to get started, and then wait to catch thermals.} That had been what the elders had said in a lesson a few days ago. Tessa was right: I did need to pay more attention to those. I made a mental note to try to stay awake next time. At the moment, however, I had something else to worry about.
In front of me was a gigantic oak tree. The wind abruptly picked up, and smashed me right into a fat tree branch protruding from the trunk. The first thing I felt was an intense, searing pain. Then, everything suddenly went black.
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I slowly awoke. My small head was throbbing like a drum. My usually crystal-clear raptor vision was blurry and I could barely see three feet in front of me.
Wow, what an enormous jolt. I had no idea how long I had been knocked out. I couldn't move my body, so I settled for twisting my head to look at the horizon. The sun was still an hour or so from setting. This was good; it meant that I had probably not yet been missed by anyone except Raz. He would be mad at me so I would have to go apologize to him and tell him what happened although it would earn me a good ribbing. But everything would be okay. Unless it was already tomorrow...
About ten minutes later, I finally worked up enough courage to tear my body up off of the ground. I was still in a lot of pain. I soon realized that my injury was not nearly as bad as I had first thought. I could probably manage to fly or walk to the field, back to the protection of my family, and after a night's rest, I would be good as new.
I had just started walking back to the field from the darkening forest when I heard faint voices off in the distance. I had never heard such strange sounds. Then, I realized what they were. Elders had told us horrible tales of this species, the species known as humans.
The loud, lumbering sounds got closer and closer. I tried to escape to the field, but my frail body was now aching more than ever. I almost collapsed from the enormous strain. I surrendered my efforts and just stood there, petrified with fear.
"Hey, Darmon! Look, it's a Pidgey!" one of the three humans called to the other as all three made their way through a small bush.
"All right!" another exclaimed. "I'm gonna capture it. But I think I have to battle it first. Go, Scyther!"
A small red and gray ball opened up to reveal a "Scyther". This Pokemon was obviously a bug Pokemon, and most likely a fairly strong one too. It waved its super-sharp blades in the air as if it wanted me to put up a good fight even though in the end, it would win.
I was scared out of my wits, and I didn't have a single chance of escape. The only other alternative was to battle, and that didn't look too good either. For one, I was badly hurt. Plus, the only attacks that I had mastered from our battle classes in school were Tackle, Gust, and Sand Attack, none of which would be incredibly helpful here. The attacks we had learned were mainly for self-defense against the occasional Houndour or Fearow.
"Oh, look! It's hurt! Can't you tell?? I don't think you should battle it. It looks too hurt to battle, and you might permanently injure the poor thing," the third human said sympathetically. This one was a female, with long, straight, light-brown hair. At least she had some measure of compassion for me. "It may need some medical attention."
"Right," the human with the Scyther responded at once. First, he recalled Scyther (who didn't seem very happy to miss out on a fight) back into a Pokeball. Then, he unclipped a small, multicolored sphere, just like the one Scyther had been released from and was now contained in. Without any warning, he flung it right at me.
I could feel myself being sucked into the small globe. I tried with every ounce of strength left in my body to resist, but having been injured, I was forced to surrender in my efforts. {Noooooo!} I screamed over and over again once I was inside the eternally dark Pokeball.
I didn't want to be captured! I wanted to be with Tessa, the rest of my family, and Raz, my best friend for life! This was all a horrible nightmare. Problem is, Pidgeys didn't have nightmares. This was just a horrible reality.
I couldn't believe what had just happened. The worst fear of all wild Pokemon had just happened to me. I had been captured by a Pokemon trainer.
I stopped chasing Raz, my Rattata friend. I was lucky she'd called my at that moment; Raz was out-speeding me (therefore winning the game), a rare event. {Okay, Tessa. I'm coming, wait up!}
{Sorry, Raz. I gotta go for lunch. Your family is probably looking for you too,} I suggested to him as I plucked out a small twig that was embedded in my wing feathers.
{And I was winning the game, too! Aw, well, I guess there's always next time. I'll see you later, Pie-man. Peace out,} Raz said as he used his speedy Quick Attack to maneuver carefully between two hefty tree roots sticking out of the ground. Raz, my best buddy, would return to his family unit's tree but be back to play again in the afternoon. At the time, neither he nor I had any idea that there wouldn't be a 'next time'.
I flapped my short wings rapidly to gain a bit of altitude. After the massive treetops had become miniature dots, I ceased my flapping and started soaring. I was still not a very good flyer; I was only a child by our standards. I kept my incredibly acute eyes fixated on Tessa. She was leading me to our new feeding pasture, and that was the source of my lunch (and all my other meals, for that matter). After about three more minutes of silent free flight, the new field came into view over the horizon.
{Is that it?} I wondered to Tessa. {It looks a lot bigger than our old one.}
{Yep,} my sister responded. {It is bigger, a lot bigger. That's why dad says it's such a great discovery.}
I started diving downward to the field. I was a bit hungry because I'd only eaten a few berries that Raz and I had found in an old Sentret tree for breakfast. As soon as I started the downward dive, I realized that it was a horrible idea. I had forgotten to factor in the wind (which was gusting rather strongly today), for one thing. I had also forgotten to aim my dive carefully, like the elder Pidgeots had always warned us against in our enormously boring flight lessons. I knew Tessa would be all 'this is what you should have done' to me for the rest of the flight and our whole lunchtime as soon as she noticed what I had accidentally done. Tessa was considered a 'talented' flyer by our standards, and she showed off a lot to her friends. I quickly pulled out of the careless dive/fall, but it was already too late.
{PIE!! What do you think you're doing?? Are you totally crazy?!} Tessa screeched infuriatingly. I sighed. This was going to be a long lecture given by my sister, who was only two months older than I. I righted myself and was online again with the field. Tessa didn't seem to notice at all.
As I had dreaded earlier, Tessa immediately started on a rampage about how I needed to listen to the elders and how I was the crummiest flyer in the whole colony. This went on until we both flared our wings and landed on the soft grass in the field next to our parents and other siblings.
I looked at my family. All three of my other sisters, but only two of my brothers were present. That was usual; Tuvian, my oldest brother, was almost always gone. I had no idea where he was or what he was doing, and probably wouldn't understand if he had told me anyway. Tuvian had just evolved into a Pidgeotto, and was quite famous for being one of the youngest Pidgeys in our colony to ever evolve. Tuvian had always been nice to me, and never acted condescending or cruel to his little brother. As a result of acting this way to everyone, he had a lot of friends and was very popular. Chances were, he was with his new girlfriend.
{Is everyone here?} Mother worried.
{Tuvian's gone. Everyone else is here,} Tessa reported. {Although Pie almost didn't make it.}
I shot her a look that was pure toxic. I knew that she'd report my latest flying incident to my parents and the elders, just to get me in trouble. Sometimes I hated my goody-good sister and wanted to just leave and get away from it all.
After a delicious lunch of barbecued Caterpie and fresh ground berries, I immediately swaggered to the edge of the field to get ready to fly back to meet Raz. I was now out of sight of my family, but they'd know where to find me if they needed me. I spread my short, stubby wings, ready for takeoff. I waited for a mild gust of wind to make my flying easier and to lessen the amount of flapping I'd have to do. Flying was great, but flapping wasn't, not the least bit. It was extremely tiring and not fun at all.
At that moment, the perfect gust blew past. I flapped a bit to get in the air, and then let the wind take hold me. Suddenly, I realized that that was my second flying mistake of the day. {Always flap to get started, and then wait to catch thermals.} That had been what the elders had said in a lesson a few days ago. Tessa was right: I did need to pay more attention to those. I made a mental note to try to stay awake next time. At the moment, however, I had something else to worry about.
In front of me was a gigantic oak tree. The wind abruptly picked up, and smashed me right into a fat tree branch protruding from the trunk. The first thing I felt was an intense, searing pain. Then, everything suddenly went black.
-----
I slowly awoke. My small head was throbbing like a drum. My usually crystal-clear raptor vision was blurry and I could barely see three feet in front of me.
Wow, what an enormous jolt. I had no idea how long I had been knocked out. I couldn't move my body, so I settled for twisting my head to look at the horizon. The sun was still an hour or so from setting. This was good; it meant that I had probably not yet been missed by anyone except Raz. He would be mad at me so I would have to go apologize to him and tell him what happened although it would earn me a good ribbing. But everything would be okay. Unless it was already tomorrow...
About ten minutes later, I finally worked up enough courage to tear my body up off of the ground. I was still in a lot of pain. I soon realized that my injury was not nearly as bad as I had first thought. I could probably manage to fly or walk to the field, back to the protection of my family, and after a night's rest, I would be good as new.
I had just started walking back to the field from the darkening forest when I heard faint voices off in the distance. I had never heard such strange sounds. Then, I realized what they were. Elders had told us horrible tales of this species, the species known as humans.
The loud, lumbering sounds got closer and closer. I tried to escape to the field, but my frail body was now aching more than ever. I almost collapsed from the enormous strain. I surrendered my efforts and just stood there, petrified with fear.
"Hey, Darmon! Look, it's a Pidgey!" one of the three humans called to the other as all three made their way through a small bush.
"All right!" another exclaimed. "I'm gonna capture it. But I think I have to battle it first. Go, Scyther!"
A small red and gray ball opened up to reveal a "Scyther". This Pokemon was obviously a bug Pokemon, and most likely a fairly strong one too. It waved its super-sharp blades in the air as if it wanted me to put up a good fight even though in the end, it would win.
I was scared out of my wits, and I didn't have a single chance of escape. The only other alternative was to battle, and that didn't look too good either. For one, I was badly hurt. Plus, the only attacks that I had mastered from our battle classes in school were Tackle, Gust, and Sand Attack, none of which would be incredibly helpful here. The attacks we had learned were mainly for self-defense against the occasional Houndour or Fearow.
"Oh, look! It's hurt! Can't you tell?? I don't think you should battle it. It looks too hurt to battle, and you might permanently injure the poor thing," the third human said sympathetically. This one was a female, with long, straight, light-brown hair. At least she had some measure of compassion for me. "It may need some medical attention."
"Right," the human with the Scyther responded at once. First, he recalled Scyther (who didn't seem very happy to miss out on a fight) back into a Pokeball. Then, he unclipped a small, multicolored sphere, just like the one Scyther had been released from and was now contained in. Without any warning, he flung it right at me.
I could feel myself being sucked into the small globe. I tried with every ounce of strength left in my body to resist, but having been injured, I was forced to surrender in my efforts. {Noooooo!} I screamed over and over again once I was inside the eternally dark Pokeball.
I didn't want to be captured! I wanted to be with Tessa, the rest of my family, and Raz, my best friend for life! This was all a horrible nightmare. Problem is, Pidgeys didn't have nightmares. This was just a horrible reality.
I couldn't believe what had just happened. The worst fear of all wild Pokemon had just happened to me. I had been captured by a Pokemon trainer.