The day after Jag woke up with the first beams of the Godess of the Sun as she greeted her with her warm, flamming wings. Feeling a little dizzy and tired she quickly summarized all that had happened the day before to locate herself in the world. She stood up quickly worsening her daze, and scanned the area in search of the man that had been with her last night. She saw him curled up on a large stone on a bed of soft moss, sound asleep with his mouth slightly open. She smiled at him observing his soft features being touched by the golden flame of the sun as it's warm feathers sneaked lazily past the bright green, recently bloomed leaves belonging to the great guadians of the forest. His rough appereance, with a pierced ear and spiked hair, looked so innocent as he slept, so young and harmless, like a big little child. He was a skater but anyone who had seen him sleep there would have felt tempted to stay until he woke up just to feel the kindness of his soul wrap them. Jag smiled to herself, a smile she didnt notice it was there until she felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through her chest. She placed a hand gently on his shoulder, a sudden electric current spread through her fingers until it reached her heart powering it to beat faster. She stared at her hand for a few seconds savouring this new feeling, "what...what is this? I have touched him millions of times and i have never felt this" she whispered to herself. A voice inside her spoke an answer, "that is because you have never felt this for anyone" the voice of her heart spoke, it wasnt a voice you could hear, it was a sensation, something you just knew. Jag stared at the space only a mind out of ones head could see, the all and nothing of empty space, "wich feeling are you talking about?" she asked nearly yelling at the voice. No response came, just the varied singing of the birds and the faint whispering of trees was heard in the lively forest.
Finally she decided to ignore the large confusion in her life and decided it was time to continue her journey. Her hand was still placed on the boys shoulder, still feeling the electricity running arround her fingers. She shook him softly feeling the steel hardness of his muscles, "wow...i sure did a good job in training" Jag thought to herself as her fingertips massaged the soft skin covering the fibrous muscle. A silent moan escaped Jolt's mouth as his mind started to escape the realms of darkness and enter the wonderful kingdom of the living. His muscles tensed a bit as he stired a little, his eyes flickered open letting the painful sunlight attempt hopelessly to enter the deepness of his dark brown eyes. He turned arround gasping softly at the painful itchy feeling felt in his unaccustomed eyes. After a small while, Jolt's eyes had gotten used to the intense, morning light welcoming him. He stretched his arms and back like the dog he used to be, to make his muscles start to function without danger of getting a serious seizure, and yawned deeply sticking out his tounge wich curled on the front. Jag couldnt help giggling at the boy, the vision of a human teenager behaving identically like a dog was simply hillarious. Jolt then moved forward a bit until he was on his four and shook his head and torso to recover from the stretching. Jag couldnt help it any longer, she turned arround quickly and exploded in a loud laughter that echoed in the whole forest silenting birds. Jolt stared at the laughing teenager curiously, he raised an eyebrow and tilted his head like a confused puppy, "what?" he question, his voice finished in a high pitched note. Jag just motioned her hand from side to side as she kept laughing hopelessly trying to tell him it didnt matter. It was true she had seen him do that thousands of times but in his human self it was just too funny to ignore.
After a large breakfast Jag stared at their supplies, "hum, we have enough for one or two more days, we are lucky the city is just descending this mount" Jag commented mostly to herself. Jolt bit down another piece of toasted bread with butter and sugar and Bluemist nibbled on a bit of fried bacon. Jag then turned around and searched in her bagpack, she took out a thin, squared aparatus, it was of a light greyish colour and had numerous eurocomunicators, and conectors to cables. Jag oppened it, splitting it in half, and revealing a liquid glass screen wich was darkenned at the moment, and a large keyboard with numerous function keys. Jag took three of her pokeball returning her eons except Bluemist and the rapidash, Unicorn. The pokeballs were placed on a strange device that stuck out of the computer, it was like a metallic table and had a needle standing over it, pointing at the pokeball. Jag entered connection with Prof.Trace's labs, the proffesor that took care of the pokemon she captured and researched on her journey. A voice echoed through the speakers, the signal failed a bit but the teenager girl could decipher the speech, "hey, long time no talk Jag, how is Flamie? Havent seen her since she was charmander" the voice of a young man spoke. Jag smiled softly at the reminding of the sweet, little reptile that Flamie once was, "yeah, she has grown a lot, she can carry me, you know Prof?" Jag told the screen through the microphone located on the upper part of the monitor. The proffesor laughed a little "hum, fascinating, good job on training, now how is Jolt? I never had the pleasure to meet that little boy" Prof. Trace asked emmitting a soft chuckle. Jag felt her cheeks burn as she blushed deeply, "we...we...well, he is right here...pla...playing with Bluemist....er...right" she told the proffesor, her voice shuttering continuously and her eyes staring at the boy who pierced her with his gaze. The proffesor's voice echoed in the panel calling her atention, "is everything ok? You sound a little nervous" the young voice echoed in the hidden speakers, "no proffesor, must be the conection" Jag told him speaking quickly and accidentally screaming a bit. She decided to go straight to the point, "well prof, i will send you three pokemon now, send me Garurumon the houndoom, Tormenta the pidgeot and Miura the tauros, k?" she told him now more calm and sounding like a diplomat. There was a yes answer faintly echoing from the monitor and Jag pressed the enter button after locating the action. A small, yellowish beam escaped the pointed tip belonging to the needle, the light engulfed the three spheres and they started fading, pigment by pigment, like when a TV looses a signal. Soon where the pokeballs had once been, there was nothing but empty space, but another yellowish light appeared and three, orange sized pokeballs appeared the same whay the others had dissapeared. At first sight the pokeball were the same as the others, but Jag knew that the content of this ones was much different and perhaps powerful in some ways. Jag closed the connection quickly, her face still visibly pink from her previous blush. Placing the laptop in her bag, she turned to look at the two pokemon that stared at her curiously, "well guys, lets continue" she told them a bit harshly and frustrated, and started to walk. Jolt and Bluemist looked at each other and shrugged confused about her sudden reaction, Bluemist had an idea but her thoughts remained hidden in her mind.
An idea clicked inside Jolt's head with the sharpness of one of his unimaginably strong thunderbolt attacks. He leapt forward with the excitment of a child's on his first visit to the zoo and grabbed Jag's hand surprising her. He smiled brightly at the woman, "Jaggy, i have an idea, if you wish that is, why dont you let me try capture a pokemon of my own?" he asked joyfully but a hint of hope flowing with his voice. Jag laughed softly and placed a hand on his shoulder, "there, calm down, of course i will let you, here" she told him affirmatively, and reached out to her brown leather pokebelt. She took five nicely polished pokeball that shone flaming red with the warm light still penetrating through the roof of leaves. Jolt stared at them in fascination like a wizard's first spell when he has recently discovered he can do magic. He moved his hand forward slowly as if fearing the five perfectly spherical orbs might burn him when touched. Finally he grabbed them and looked up at the young girl who stared at him smiling amused. Jolt smiled at her, "thank you" he told her joyfully and turned arround to sprint in an exited race torwards his very first capture. Jag pulled out another pokeball from her pocket, "Jolt, wait up" she yelled at the overexcited boy feeling her legs muscles urging for a run. Jolt stopped slipping a bit forward and raising a bit of dust from the sand on the path. He turned arround and stared at the girl slightly confused but excitement still overpowering him, "ye...yes?" he stuttered. Jag stared at him and raised a hand slowly, in the middle of it was a small orb, the size of an olive, but no characteristical marking of a pokemon printed anywere. Jag stared at him for a second before continuing, "you forgot this" she told him calmly, lowering her voice to nearly an inaudible level. Jolt smiled faintly, "oh yeah" he said slightly disappointed. He walked forward and grabbed the empty pokeball, "i could catch a pokemon without this i guess" he said with a tone of miserable joy.
They left the path and walked through the thickness of a virgin forest. The bushes had grown to an inmense height, and their colonies expanded across many metres. The grass was tall and wild, the ears had an inhuman length proving the richness of the soil beneath their feet. It was nearly mid-day and the air was warm but it became pleasant under the shades of the numerous giants that formed the forest. Flies aproached the newcomers curiously, becoming a clear annoyance to them as Jag swished then away with his hand. Jolt didnt pay atention to the little pests, his sense were completely alert, his eyes scanning every single area and his ears paying atention to the slightest sound in the forest. He heard a rustle coming from a nearby bush, his head turned quickly to focus on the plant, his eyes pierced through it as if trying to see the wonder hidden inside. A little bird poked out, it was of a light brown colour with a creamy white chest, the feathers from its head were all spiked up wich gave him a funny looking appereance. The animal's black eyes stared at the human pokemon in wonder. Jolt prepared himself by oppening his legs a bit to balance himself on the harsh terrain, and his back curved down a bit. He moved his hand quickly like a flash and grabbed a pokeball that hanged from his waist, "hey, how is that for a start?" he asked joyfully, his eyes locked on the flying creature. Jag laughed softly at the amusing scene, "it is just a little pidgey Jolt, he wouldnt stand a chance against any of the pokemon" she explained calmly but covering her mouth with her hand to hide a giggle. Jolt looked down sadly and a little embarrased, "oh, you are right, go pidgey, shoo" he said waiving his hand to shoo the little bird away. The pidgey oppened his tiny wings and flapped them wildly, lifting his whole body from the ground. With a quick flap, the little bird was hovering over their heads.
They walked for a few minutes seeing only the numerous shadows casted over them by the flocks of different birds that flew past. There was a wild rustle in the tall grass, a rustle that alerted the once wild pokemon who stared nervously in every direction. A deadly shriek frost their blood as it was recognized as a call of war. The scream belonged to one of the great warrios from the pokemon kingdom, a warrior quick like the wind and agile like a ninja. The creature leapt out of the wild grassland, the front legs shapped like two hook shapped blades glittered in front of them. Jolt moved aside grabbing the girl by her waist and moving her out of the trayectory of the animal. The bug landed in front of them, it was nothing but a female, smaller than a male of her specie but much deadlier. Her face resembled that of a raptor, a long extinct dinosaur, extremely quick and mortiferous. It was elngated and finished on a beak with numerous tiny but extremely sharp teeth, three peaks terminated on the back of her head. Her torso was strong and musculous and a pair of thin and graceful, but extremely strong legs, terminated on three clawed fingers, sostained her whole weight. A long and thin tail swished wildly behind her, cutting the air like a living whip. Her eyes were narrow but very observant, they were of a deep, purpelish colour and shone like two dark gems. She didnt have arms, but instead, a pair of dangerously razor arms almost as long as her whole body, wich was arround metre and half, replaced them. The creature shrieked once more and brandished her blades wildly in front of her. Jag stared in complete fascination, "what kind of scyther is that? I have never seen anything similar" she nearly screamed of fear and wonder. Jolt observed it carefully, his eyes widdened with surprise as something in his mind clicked, "its an ancient scyther, a dragon warrior from a nearby colony" he yelled to made himself be heard over the loud screams of the angry scyther.
Without a second thought, Jolt leapt forward with a pokeball in his hand, "come on Flamie, i choose you" he comanded as the pokeball flew swirling and spinning on the air. It stopped. A beam of energy mixed with a fiery red flame shoot out of the sphere. It started taking shape of a large creature, twice biger than Jolt in his human form. The flaming beam faded revealing a bright orange dragon, her long neck sostained a thin, sharp head terminated in a wild mouth with large fangs showing. The eyes were of a bright violet colour, misterious but dangerous at the same time. Two little horns, charateristical in female charizards, pointed backwards. Her wings were large and very strong, they could flap to gain height or stay completely still to hover through long distances without growing tired. They were formed of a soft nearly transparent skin of a dark blueish colour. Her body was thick but all under the skin was rock hard muscle and fiber. Her legs were thick like colums but they resembled that of a bird's, finished in three long fingers with sharp claws. That wasnt the part that should worry anyone fighting her, her forearms were something more deadly, they were thin, extremely quick and finished in three long fingers with hooke like claws that could cut a car's coachwork as easily as a knife cuts butter. The tail was thick and long, and it was finished in a small flame that sparked wildly with rage.
Flamie let out her vicious roar and readied her large wings to propulse her body up if necesary. The dragon warrior understood, she was being challenged to a battle. The animal placed both blades together in the shape of a cross and leapt up with the agility of a cat. She fell down with one knee bent and the other straight, and oppened her arms in such a way the blades cut deeply into Flamie's strong chest. Flamie roared in pain, all the action had been so sudden and it happened so fast, it had taken the dragon off guard. Flamie bent her knees falling on the floor, she placed a claws over her bleeding chest staining her hand with warm blood, and stared at the noble warrior with rage. She stood up, her flame had grown considerably due to the prideful rage consuming her. Opening her mouth in an angry roar, she shot a powerful tounge of burning fire torwards the scyther. The bug pokemon didnt seem preocupied, even more, she smiled knowing at the furious dragon. When the fire was inches from reaching her, she disapeared to any human's eyes. What had happened wasnt the action of an experienced witch but the dodging leap of a trained ninja. Several flamethrowers were shot at the creature, and all of them were dodged with ease. The frustrated dragon roared in anger and flapped her wings wildly, raising a huge cloud of dust and morning dew. She flew up, hovering right under the thin ceiling of leaves and branches, her violet eyes observing the dangerous reptilian bug. The scyther leapt up once again until she was at the dragon's same level, she slashed her scythes but Flamie, much more agile on air than she was on land, flipped on the air and whipped her flaming tail. The apendice hit the warrior hitting her hard, and burning her slightly. The animal shrieked in pain and fell quickly, hitting the ground with great force and opening a small hole. She used her blades to push her thin body up weakly, and her eyes met with something she hadnt noticed was there, "a human girl" she thought to herself.
She managed to use her weakened legs to push her body up in a leap. As she crossed the air torwards the girl, she placed the scythes in front of her and ready to slash. Her war call echoed in the forest and everything seemed slow motion. Jag turned her head to face the great warrior, her eyes widdened in terror as she immediatly knew that there was no mercy when a scyther decided to kill. A pression was placed over her heart and stomach and the characteristical frost of fear ran across her veins. Jolt followed the scyther's trayectory and a new kind of fear was placed in his heart and mind as he recognized the target. He wanted to help, he waned to stand in front of Jag to protect her from any damage, he preffered getting killed than loosing her forever. His legs wouldnt move, they were paralized like his whole body, he couldnt scream, his voice had abandoned him, and before he knew, he had stopped breathing. Flamie didnt think twice at the time of protecting her best friend, she didnt mind if Jag had always preffered Jolt instead of her, but she had always relied on her and trusted her when she was in danger. She closed her wings and started falling torwards the legendary warrior, during her fall she started to remember:
- Jag, my beloved trainer, she had always trusted me to help, and im grateful about one thing, we have never been apart from each other, we have always been together. I remember that one time i fought lapras, i was just a charmander, but i fought like the dragon i became. Lapras was captured, true, but young bulbasaur wasnt able to handle her. There was this time when we captured Spyro the dragonite. We had to chase it all arround Dragon's Valley, and she used me, i wasnt trained to be mounted and still she used me. She used me when we fought the aerodactyl, she used me to fly her and Jack out. Jack, poor old fool, he decided to stay with his old girlfriend, Jag was devastated. I remember when Jag and Jolt nearly froze to dath, she didnt use Tormenta, or Nymph, or Aerodactyl, or even Spyro, she used me, ME. She placed all her trust in me to save their lives, she relied on me, and i nearly let her down. She was so sick, she almost died, if she had, i wouldnt know what i would have done. Now she is in danger, i must save her, save her from this creature, save her from the Dragon Warrior.-
Jag covered herself with her arms, even tho her pokemon knowledge and the previous experience with a scyther told her that it was hopeless. Sudenly time frost, the warrior's blades were placed arround the woman, but they didnt move. Her fearsome face stared amazed at the human, her eyes locked onto the Summoner's Stone, staring at it in a mixture of fascination and respect. She moved swiftly and placed her blades down, she stood as straight as one of the great trees arround them and stared at the woman. Jag was surprised, and the scyther noticed, "sorry to attack you, i didnt know you were a Summoner, my name is Samriya, im a warrior from the order of the Dragons in the noble kingdom of Melecia" the scyther explained with the tone of a diplomat. Jolt and Flamie stopped as soon as the warrior imterrupted her attack. Jag nodded slowly, her hands trembling and drops of sweat running down her forehead, "that is...great..." she told Samriya, her voice still stuttering in fear. Samriya suddenly bent on her knees like a subdict would do to a king, "Summoner, us, Legendary Scythers, worship gods, and we respect those who can control gods, none of us would ever harm a Summoner under knowledge of what it is, you are welcomed into our kingdom whenever you desire" Samriya explained solemly.
Before Jag could speak her answer to the creature, she stood up, her eyes glared straight into the male human that stared unbeliavably at the two of them. Samriya pointed at the human with her blade, "but i have been chalenged, and the battle will go on until one of us falls" she snarled. She demonstrated her agility again, leaping once more, this time, torwards Jolt, ready to slash him and finish the battle, for she well knew that once the leader was gone, the pokemon will be lost. The screamed again ready to kill, but she never reached Jolt, whose body wouldnt react due to the suddeness of the attack. Flamie slamed against the scyther like an angry triceratops. She pushed Samriya against a stone with great strength, and her contact with the mineral caused the fracturing of it as well as some of her bones. Samriya shrieked in pain and collapsed on the floor, she looked up and stared at the angry dragon whose eyes pierced her heart. She knew, placing her blades in front of her in the shape of an X, she had recognized she had been defeated. Her eyes moved torwards the Summoner, "i have batteled hard for the glory of my kingdom, but i have brought shame to the Order of the Dragons since this rival has defeated me, i shall never return, not as a warrior but as a citizen or a corpse" Samriya spoke to herself, her voice whispering weakly. Finally her eyes closed and her conciousness drifted away from her. Jolt stared at the perfectly still body, "is she...is she dead?" he asked, his hands placed arround the empty pokeball, moving it but doubting wether to throw it or not. Jag shook her head, "no, just fainted, come on, throw the pokeball" she told the human pokemon slightly happy that this battle was over, and excited at the same time. Jolt nodded and with the grace of a baseball played he threw the pokeball. The metallic sphere spinned on the air describing a parabol, it hit the scyther and the reptile creature was engulfed into the electronic cage. If moved wildly, even after fainted the prideful warrior fought with all her might for freedom. But her strength had disappeared completely and all she had to do was surrender completely, wich she did. The pokeball layed still on the moist grass and Jolt, still unable to believe it, picked it up, "i...i did it...i...I CAUGHT SCYTHER" he yelled at the top of his lungs raising the pokeball and spinning arround.
Jag smiled at him with loving eyes, "great battle, you did an amazing job" she congratulated the boy who couldnt help but blush a pinkish shade. Jolt walked torwads the charizard, he wanted to congratulate her and also take a look at the deep cuts on her chest. As soon as he reached out to pat the animal's shoulder, she roared and moved back threatening dangerously with her sharp teeth and razor claws. Jolt placed his hands in front of him, not only for protection but to calm her down a bit, "whoa! Flamie, calm down its me, Jolt" he told her nearly screaming for her angry roars wouldnt let him hear himself. The boy's name pierced through her ears reaching her brain and heart. She calmed down and stared at him into the eyes, "Jolt?" she asked softly, narrowing her eyes. she saw him, she saw his sould reflecting through his eyes, she saw the same calid smile curving in his lips, the same warm look surrounding her heart. She smiled, "it is you" she snapped and reached out to hug him. True, Flamie always seemed like the antisocial type, but deep inside her, she had a large heart and infinite friendship with all the pokemon in the team. Jolt hugged her back, he felt her warm blood staining his T-shirt but he didnt mind. She pulled back and stared at him from feet to head, "but...what happened to you?" she asked curiously, but also completely amazed and without finding any reason to back it up. Jolt smiled at the trainer who stared at them kindly, "well, its a long story Flamie, lets go eat something and i'll tell you" she told the great dragon. Flamie nodded excitedly and ansious to know wich magic had transformed the jolteon into a handsome human.
Lunch had gone well and the curious dragon listened to a fantastic tale about godesses, Summoners, wishes and wars. Being atheist, Flamie couldnt believe that her trainer had summoned Selenè, the well known leader of gods, and that she had granted Jolt a wish. Both humans had tried to mend the story with their points of view, and Jolt had slipped a couple of times the secret he and Bluemist had carefully kept locked in their heads. Flamie stared back and forth, listening to Jag's story and focusing on Jolt's sudden correction or intervention. She noticed surprise and confusion crossing on Jag's face and the deepening blush in the human pokemon's face when he added a new detail to the story. Jag was explaining about how she thought Selenè was attacking Jolt when the once electric pokemon spoke, "she didnt try to attack me, she was giving me a chance to realize my wish" Jolt told them confidently but he shut his mouth abruptly, emmiting a sudden gasp, as he realized his words. Jag narrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she stared at the boy in disbeliefe, "wish? Why did you wish to become human Jolt?" she asked him confused but with a hint of what it may be. Jolt felt his blood vessels swelling with blood and his cheeks turning a pinkish tone, "i...i...well, lets say i...envy you, a little, wanted to know what it was like being human" he told them lowering his face, fully concious that this was a total lie. Flamie interrupted the entertaining conversation as she felt the tension growing in the enviroment, "well, Jolt, for how long will you be human?" she asked without controling the nervous giggle that echoed in her throat. Jolt looked at the deepness of the forest, he was trying to avoid Jag's eyes into his for he knew well that he wouldnt control his tounge and speak. There was a moment of silence until he decided the right words, "until sunset, unless..." he didnt go on, he couldnt tell her the truth. Jag stared at him in disbeliefe, "you can stay human forever? What must you do?" she asked him now deeply interested. Jolt didnt lift his head to look at her, he didnt speak a response, he just stood up quickly and ran off torwards the deepness of the forest. Jag stood up as well, she placed a hand in front of her as if trying to stop him, "Jolt, wait!" she yelled at him, but no use since the human boy wasnt going to turn arround. Jag stared at the forest long after Jolt had disappeared, from her eyes dropped a tear, "Jolt" she whispered to the wind. Flamie walked torwards her, limping slightly from the pain of the numerous cuts in her body, "the answer to the question is yes" she told the woman wisely. Jag looked at her raising an eyebrow, "wich question?" she asked the fiery dragon behind her. Flamie simply smiled her typical knowing smile and walked torwards the shade of a tree to lay down. Jag's gaze penetrated the thickness of the misteriously lit noon forest, her heart still calling the one she trusted and loved.
It was late afternoon and the sun had become a large, flaming orange sphere, it touched the tree cups with its fiery edge. Jag stared at the sun, her face shining a golden shade like a Babilonian princess, but written over her skin was the mark of worry and fear. She stood still like a statue, staring at the sun, "Jolt hasnt returned, and its nearly sunset, i wonder if something might have happened to him" she told herself. A voice behind her answered, it didnt startle her for she knew who it belonged to, "he will be fine, he has lived in the wild, pokemon or human, he knows how to survive" the thunderous roaring voice belonging to the wanted charizard spoke. Jag nodded, she had to admit Flamie was right, Jolt knew well how to take care of himself. There was a rustling sound of moving leaves and branches behind a bush, and Jag, overflowing with excitement, ran torwards it, "Jolt, is that you?" she asked the overgrown lavender plant. The blueish, violet leaves jingled wildly and the icy green plant split open as the dark shadow of a canine leapt out.
It was a thin fox, its long, silky fur, was black like night but reddish flames were drawn on his coat as the godess of day touched him tenderly. His legs were thin but musculous and his canine claws were ready to pin the girl on the ground. His muzzle was also thin and his lips were curled revealing a set of moon white fangs ready to pierce and tear. A mane of night fur fell over his forehead and shoulder, nearly covering his neck. His body was finished in nine tails nearly as long as his whole body, but they were covered with a layer of thicker fur than the rest of his body. The animal was a ninetales, a ninetales darker than the depths of a grotto, but his eyes, of a shinny green, looked completely human to the eyes of the surprised summoner.
Jag collapsed on the floor as the animal unexpetedly attacked her, she covered herself with one arm and screamed wildly to be heard. Flamie had seen everything, but her body, still full of deep cuts and bruises, hurted painfully to the movement. Jag knew this time should be her end, ninetales were powerful and strong, and their teeth were sharp like knives, they always aimed for the throat, and that was were this one was going to bite. But the murderous pain of fangs sinking in my throat never arrive, instead a gust of wind Passed right over me and the sound of something hitting the creature reached my ears. I oppened my eyes wich i had previously closed and saw nothing but the faint golden beams of sun waiving goodbye in the far horizon, reflecting on the ceiling of leaves. I stood up in a leap, impulsing my body up with my arms. I searched for the black ninetales but my eyes widdened in surprise at the vision that reached my neurons. The dark shadow was standing up, an enraged and painful look written on his green eyes, his nine fluffy tails falling limply behind him, brushing the floor. In front of him was a very familiar shape, a small horse with a long neck and musculous legs, a fake head shaping her tail. It was a girafarig, but not just any girafarig, it was Selphie, Jolt's old friend and the one i nearly killed due to an attack of jeallowsnes. I screamed the animal's name, happy to see her and feeling extremely bad and guilty for my behavious torwards her. Selphie turned her head, her warm blue eyes stared into the trainer's icy blue ones and a smile was drawn on her equine's lips.
The dark fox stood up and something unexpected ocurred. Someone would have thought the animal was going to leap on the girafarig and break it's neck, or perhaps attack the woman quickly so no action could be taken. Nothing like that happened, instead the animal closed its eyes and seemed in a state of trance. It all happened too quickly to actually explain what happened there, but the black fox changed, it's fur disappeared revealing a layer of pale skin. The nine tails vanished inside its vertebral colum and the bones from his entire body modified. In the place where the great predator had been stood a man not older than twenty. His eyes were of a bright green colour, penetrating, observant and cunning. His mouth was thin but desirable, of a light pinkish colour, and his lips hid a set of pearly white teeth, perfectly lined. His face's features were smooth and pretty, his eyebrows were too thin, nor too fury, but the exact proporton, and his nose was beautifully shapped. Strands of night black hair fell over his eyes, his hair was night black, highlighted reddish by the sun's last rays, at if fell loosely until under his jaw were it curled up a bit. His whole body was thin but strong and fibrous, the muscles were rock hard under the completely smooth and tense skin. The man smiled, "well, Summoner, if you preffer to use pokemon, i will too, by the way, my name is Lupin" he said, his voice was gentle and warm, no sing of cruelness could be hear, but his pevious action had made the trainer cautious. Lupin whistled, the acute sound pierced the woman's ears, but it didnt seem to affect the rest of the living creatures in the area as they remained still like stones, "here Darkness" his voice called.
The sound of paws running across the moist surface of the forest could be heard aproaching at the speed of lightning. An animal leapt out of the forest, it was a black dog, no larger than a german shepperd, thin and graceful like a doverman. The animal's legs were thing, but extremely strong and quick, and a collection of sharp claws helped him grab onto harsh and slippery terrain. The face was long and thin, and the muzzle was of a creamy colour, sharp fangs touched with darkness were placed inside the deadly mouth. The eyes were of a reddish brown colour, anyone would have thought they were evil but Jag knew better as a houndoom trainer. The ears were pointed and had an extremely good sense of hearing and over his head were a pair of curved and curly goat horns, only males had this that they used to battle between themselves for leadership in their packs. A collar of thick, white fur was placed arround his neck and chest and where it finished, on his chest, was a small symbol like the head of an alien. On his back were long, thick, white stripes made from the same white fur, it was a silky fur, cottony, but to the eyes of looked as hard and rough as a jolteon's. The tail of the dog was long and thin, like a Mew's tail, but the end was the point of an arrow like a dragon's tail, the devil's mark it is called, but how wrong people are.
Jag narrowed her eyebrows and clenched her teeth in ange and frustration, "a houndoom, Selphie, think you can take care of it?" Jag asked the girafarig. Selphie nodded vigorously, "lemme try" her sweet voice told the trainer. Jag nodded once and smiled, "you can do it Selphie, you are strong" she encouraged the pokemon. Selphie smiled feeling wanted by the trainer who she had thought to be her enemy. Lupin laughed softly, "so, a baby girafarig will try defeat my powerful houndoom, lets see what you can do, Darkness, sneak" Lupin said, his voice mixed with a tone of confidence and irony. Jag and Selphie nodded in unision, "come on Selphie, try your earthquake" Jag's voice echoed in the small clearing. Selphie nodded with a niegh and leapt up as high as her strong legs could push her. Then she fell stomping the grass with great force. The ground started shaking wildly under Darkness' paws and the balck dog was thrown away against a large tree. His agility was proved as the dark canine flipped on the air and hit the tree with his paws, leaping down until he reached the floor in his previous position. Lupin smiled proudly and the houndoom reflected the same smile, his fiery eyes blazing wildly as he got ready to attack. Suddenly the animal disappeared, it hadnt disappeared as in becoming invisible like ghost pokemon, it's dark fur had managed to blend in with the darkness of the surrounding. Suddenly a reddish glow in the darkness of a bush was caught by the eyes of the trainer, "Selphie, be careful" she screamed as the large dog leapt from the bush, green leaves tracing a trail like a comet's tail. The animal fell on the surprised girafarig who hadnt had time to jump away from the attack, his claws slashed her skin tracing eight red cuts staining her orange fur with crimson blood. The dog returned to his owner's side, a devilish smile played in his lips. Selphie screamed as pain filled her side traveling torwards her chest. The bite or scratch of a dark pokemon is very painful since the esnce of the dark will penetrate the animal's blood like a poison. Jag stared at the pokemon in horror, "Selphie, hold on girl, you can do it" she screamed trying to ecourage the equine but not so sure herself. selphie was sweating, her head was down and her raging glare pierced the houndoom, but the pain of the evil was slowly consuming her. Lupin laughed soundly, "is that all your baby girafarig can do? Pathetic young trainer" he snapped at the trainer getting furious glares by both, the pokemon and the Sumoner. A twig snapped but it was a sound unheard by the others as they were involved deeply in the battle, "Selphie is no baby, she is a teenager and Jag is no pathetic trainer, she is the Maikan gym leader, owner of all kanto badges, only trainer able to defeat lugia and the former celurean gym leader, one of the best pokemon trainer in the world and ancient Summoner" a very familiar but furious voice echoed in the forest.
To be continued...