The athmosphere was rather heavy due to the strong scents coming from aromatic sticks that burnt slowly and glowing brightly. Greyish shreds floated slowly up to the ceiling perfumating the room with relaxing aromas. The room was dimly lit, iluminated only by small candles situated arround a large pentagram drawn with salt. The white salt became a shade of reddish as the flames danced with the small breeze raised by the teenage girl. In each gap of the five armed star was situated an element. In the upper left gap was a feather, representing the element wind. In the upper right space was a handful of desert sand representing earth. In the lower left side was a volcanic rock representing the overdestructive power of the element fire and on the lower right corner was a small bowl containing transparent water. The girl danced in the fifth gap, the one between the two lower legs, the space that represented spirit, the spirit was the charmer that conjured a spell.
She was a pretty girl, the right size and excelent body. Her hair was long reaching her waist easily, and of a creamy brown colour, shinny and silky, it burnt under the incontinuous sparking of the flames. Her skin was pale and pretty, pure without any impurity in it, only a strange scar, the shape of a moon, situated on her forehead broke the smooth continuity of her terse skin. Her eyes were of a very light honey colour, misterious and penetrating, they hid a large power and a big secret. Her nose was small and thin, beautiful, like a child's, giving her an inocence she didnt deserve. Her lips were thick and fleshy, pinkish and moist, smooth like velvet, but extremely desirable. Her face overall was ovalish, but her chin was pointed roughening her features slightly. She was thin with a wasp's waist, her legs were long and musculous and her breast were the right size. However her body features werent appreciated under the wide robes she was wearing. It was a long robe, black, reaching till her feet, covering her whole body. Around her waist was a golden rope with glittered brilliantly under the reddish flame of the candles. A small pouch was placed hanging from the rope, it contained a glittering powder, it was magical powder gotten from the horns of rapidashes, said to be magically strong creatures. Over her shoulders was a long cloack, of a deep crimson with small letres written in the border, antique letres. Her hand was delicate, it looked like made out of light, out of purity, out of glass covered with silk. Her fingers were long and thin, nd they firmly held a long stick, a magic wand. The wand was long and creamy brown, nearly white, on the end of it was situated a stone, a pointed blue aquamarine that canalize her energy. The chore, the substance that created the magic, was one strand of a feather, a powerful blue feather belonging to the God of Ice, Helos.
The girl waved the wand a bit, the aquamarine started to glow a bright blueish colour as the ice feather's power woke up. The flicked pointing at the nucleus of the pentagram, "from the power given to me, i create you to be my servant, i form you out of fire to obey and achieve my wishes, so mote it be" her voice echoed, misterious but sweet, overwhelming but kind, powerful but tender. A thin beam of blueish light erupted from the wand and penetratedthe nucleus of the pentagram creating a small flame. The flame danced and sparked in the middle, staring at the teenager curiously and interested. One could say the flame had life itself as it moved and danced slowly from side to side, without realizing the existence of the other flames. The woman smiled proudly, "take form of a dragon my beloved creature" she comanded the small flame. The supposedly inhert object obeyed instantly and it started growing and expanding into an enormous creature. The flame lit the room and the heat was nearly unbearable but the witch ignored it as she observed excited and proud at her creation.
The fire that had taken the form of a large, winged lizard exploded revealing a saurio twice the size of a charizard and longer than dragonair. It was ovisously a male but of a specie never seen by human in this world. His whole body was covered with thick, black cales that glittered reddish in the still flaming candles. His head was sharp and pointed, situated over a long neck. His mouth was decorated with sharp teeth created to pierce hard flesh and tear meat. His eyes were of a bright yellowish, observant, acute and malicious, they reflected obedience but also the uncontrolable power of fire. Two horns stuck out from the area over his lips, they moved back like whiskers blown by the wind. They were thick and spiraled, of a bright yellowish colour, it glittered like pure gold and hte surface seemed smooth, but it was rough like a mamooth's tusks. His body was musculous and strong. His arms were long and fibrous, finished in four clawed fingers, claws ready to tear, to cut, so sharp they could cut steel as easily as if it was butter. His legs were stronger than his arms, also finished in sharp claws but his fingers were spread wide to sostain his body in a biped position. A long, whip like tail, hard like iron and strong like steel, elongated to almost his size. This tail is a powerful physical weapon that can easily kill a dragonite with one single blow. His wings were large, about three time the size of a lugia's wings, and very powerful, able to lift his whole weight and to create powerful gust of air. They had three claws the shape of scythes on the part where the wing bent like an arm. This claws seemed to be extremely dangerous and it was true that their edges were razor like swords but the wing had a movement limit and it was hard to attack successfully.
The witch stared at her creation im complete amazement, a feeling of superiority spread through her insides and a prou smile was drawn in her lips. She walked torwards the animal and placed a hand over his dangerous claw, "i name you Bahamut" she told the great creature with a smile. Bahamut looked down at her in simpathy, "im under your comand master, why have you created me?" a deep telepathical voice mixed with a roar spoke inside the witch's head. She looked through the window sealed with a black curtain to keep unwanted curious seeing her parctice of magic. After a moment of thinking she looked back at the dragon, "Bahamut, i created you to be my protector, to obey my requestes, to be my messanger and my friend" she told the dragon with an authorital but sweet voice. The dragon nodded as response, "as you wish master" he replied staring down at the girl with his yellow eyes. She looked at the dragon for a second and smiled sweetly, "dont call me master, Bahamut, call me Rin" she told him through thinking. He nodded slowly, his horns shaking up and down and sparking with the flames' light, "as you wish...Rin" he said in his characteristical growling voice. The girl smiled at him solemly, her cinnamon hair sparkled radiantly as her whole self shone with happiness.
Not far from there, in the forest, an odd group made their way across the smoothed path, it was an easy walk as it was obiously a usual route to many people. Jolt, the wel built, cute blond skater, human pokemon, stared from side to side in annoyance as if watching a tennis match. In front of them and trotting joyfully from tree to tree, sniffing happily, was Lupin, the musculous, misterious werewolf. He sniffed each tree, scenting the aromatic atoms into his developed nostrils, and barking ocassionally. Jag walked next to Jolt, her eyes scanning the complicated structure of lines and dots that formed a map of New Island. She ignored the overjoyed ninetales and the completely pissed jolteon as her concentration was placed on the map. She looked up happily and closing the map abruptly making it crack in a very untidy fold, "well guys, we should be in Real City by tomorrow lunchtime" she told them cheerfully. Jolt looked away from the excited pokemon morph and stared at the girl with a smile, "fantastic but...that means we will have to sleep tonight in the open again, right?" he told her slightly disappointed. Jag nodded "yes, but we are used to that, arent we?" she told the pokemon shooting him a sweet smile and winking an indirect eye. Jolt smiled back feeling his stomach twist with millions of butterfrees flying through it, his cheeks slowly turning a deeper shade of reddish as the blood vessels in his face inflated with the crimson fluid. Lupin walked torwards them in sudden diplomacy and composture, "well, i suggest we walk a little more, the further we walk today the less we will have to walk tomorrow" he explained with a sudden maturity surprising to the electric pokemon. Said that, Lupin turned arround and continued walking without paying atention to the couple behind. Jolt stared at him, one eyebrow raised and a feeling of rage flowing through his veins, "weirdo, why did you tell him to join us?" he whispered angered at the pokemon trainer. The wolf kept walking without paying atention, "i heard that" he growled at Jolt without bothering to turn around. Jag shook her head sighing, "jeallows honey?" she told the pokemon shooting him a deadly sided glare as she kept walking. It was late at night and the moon was high up on the sky, her silvery beams sneaked past the roof of leaves lighting the party's way torwards victory. Silence engulfed them as they walked past the shadows in search of a good place to camp and rest until the next day.
The loud flapping of gigantic wings pierced their ears and the three humans stopped dead in thei tracks and directer their eyes torwards the sky in unision. Worry written in Jolt's eyes as his deep, dark brown eyes scanned the air in search of the producer of the obtuse sound. Never before in his life had he heard of a flapping that loud and he had encountered all sorts of misterious creatures. Jag felt the fear in Jolt's heart, she looked down to face him, her icy blue eyes no full of worry and fear. Jolt noticed his mate staring at him, she didnt have to speak for her silence explained better than her words, "the largest wings on earth are Lugia's, and this wings must be three times his wings' size" he explained slowly and carefully, his voice cracking a bit. Jag gasped covering her mouth, she knew she could easily defeat a large pokemon, even a dragonite. Indeed, she had defeaten Lugia once, and it had costed her all of her pokemon, Spyro did the final blow, she was certainly sure she could not defeat anything bigger. Lupin, who had been a few feet away paying atention to the sound, aproached them with a very serious expression, a familiar pokeball in his hand. He kept staring at the sky, his manly fingers slowly caressing the metallic sphere, "whatever is making that sound is very big, an its flying torwards us very low" he explained, his deep voice talking over a growl in his throat. The group went silent as the sound increased, a faint whimper escaped Jag's mouth as she stared at the sky worried, her fingers wrapped arround the Summoner's Stone tightly. Two unconcious growls echoed in the area as they scaped from Jolt's and Lupin's throat as their instinct let the pokemon contained in them arise.
A large winged shadow flew past them, its enormous wings broke the sound barrier making an entruendous, thundering sound that engulfed the trio. The three of them, specially the canines, collapsed on their knees covering their ears and screaming in pain. The sound was nearly unbearable, it wasnt compared to hunter planes since the animal was much larger, but it still flew at the same speed. The animal was completely darkenned as the moon's light focused right over it's back, but Jag could easily see this creature was black. Fortunately the creature vanished seconds after as his speed carried it far away. Jag shook her head and stood up looking at the sky, there was nothing except the glittering stars speaking their silent speech and Selenè's home glowing as brightly as ever. She stared down at both animals who stood up weakly, still feeling the pain in their ears, "what was that?" Jag asked with a faint voice from surprise. Lupin looked at her and shook his head solemly, "i dont know, but whatever that was, it wasnt a pokemon" he explained with a very serious voice, his eyes penetrating the infinite darkness of the sky. Jag stared at Lupin in wonder, "do you think that was a plane?" she asked the werewolf now feeling her voice recovering and the pain of her ears fading away. Jolt stood up shaking the dust off his pants, "no, a plane that big cant fly at that speed, that was a creature, the cuestion is, what was it? and where did it come from?" his voice becoming more serious than Jag had ever seen before, the smile she loved so much vanished from his lips.
Suddenly something called Jolt's atention, a bright, blueish glow iradiating from the Summoner's Stone. His eyes stared in fascination at the crystal, but his mind wondered the reason for this sudden inner activity of the crystal. He was silent, he didnt speak, but he didnt have to for the glow was so bright people down the could could have seen it if the trees hadnt blocked their view. Jag looked down surprised as the two canine's eyes were hypnotized by the beauty of the glass. She untied the pendant and held it in front of her, her blueish eyes intensified with the light washing her iris. The crystal pulsated like a heart, its inner energy intensifying, "what...what is going on?" she asked anyone who knew, her voice stuttering. Silence responded as the answer was lost in the past of the antique civilization of Summoners. The crystal started lowering its pulsating rate, it got fainter, the glow started vanishing. Not much after the crystal's light had completely faded, it's life had died and the magic contained stopped iradiating. Jag shook the crystal a bit as if expecting it to start working again like a broken game boy, but no activity bloomed from it. Lupin stared at it wide eyed, his overloaded brain still trying to nanalize and understand the data received, "that was ODD" he snapped without moving his eyes away from the stone. Jolt nodded in agreement, "very...hey Jaggy, why dont you summon Selenè and ask her about this situation?" he asked shooting a loving smile at the woman. Jag looked up and stared into the infinity of thought, "Jaggy?" she asked herself tilting her head to one side like a confused puppy. Lupin collapsed on the floor infected with a laughing attack, his laugh was mixed with a snarl but it was easily seen it was a happy laugh. Jolt's cheeks flushed in embarrased blush, his eyes looked down at his feet and his fidgetted with his hands nervously.
Jag snapped out of her confused trance and looked at the jolteon with a sweet, loving smile, "its ok Puppy" she said touching his cheek and shivering at the feeling of his warmth. Jolt looked up, his cheeks still a shade of pink, and smiled with the lopsided smile that Jag could easily melt with. Lupin couldnt stop laughing, he had always considered this mushy stuff to be funny, but being the werewolf he was, he had never actually seen it. Jag ignored her friend's attack and placed the stone back around her neck, tieing the silvery string carefully. She moved back a couple of steps and placed both hands arround the crystal and prepared herself to summon the godess of the moon.
Bahamut flew past the sleeping city at a dazzing speed, his wings propulsed him powerfully over the buildings miraculously managing to keep curious eyes away from him. His eyes snapped wide open as he felt the presence of something powerful and a possible menace to him and Rin. He turned around with a swift move of his large, black skinned wings and stared in the direction of the energy force. He lowered his head a bit, "Selenè" he growled angrily, his yellow eyes glowing a brighter shade of amber. He roared feeling the heat of rage filling his stomach and heart, his magic concentrating in his wings to release a powerful attack. He lifted them up a bit and flapped them powerfully down creating a gust of wind that expanded across many miles covering the city and the forest with a faint, greyish film, "Counter Magic" he growled.
Jag concentrated with all her might, her eyes closed in deep trance and her hands covering the stone. The icy blue glass started glowing brightly under the curious and observant gaze of Lupin who seemed confused about the current actions. A wave of evil energy passed by them. The crystal flickered a bit and the bright blueish light started fading slowly until the stone was nothing but a piece of inhert and worthless glass. Jag stared at the Summoner's Stone in confusion, her hands still placed arround it, but all concentration lost. Lupin and Jolt crouched and growled deeply staring in the direction where Real City was. They had sensed the anger in the magic, they had felt the evil in the wave, they could feel the presence of a devilish being, of an uncontroled dark magic. Jag stared at both of them in surprise and fear, they looked human but she knew well they were powerful predators, "guys, calm down, its all right, i'll try to summon again" she told the pair of canines.
The males didnt listen, Jolt concentrated in his pokemon shape and his electrical energy engulfed him modifying the structure and position of his atoms to create his animal body. The light was bright an intense, and lost sparks of electricity escaped the ball of energy. Lupin concentrated as well on his animal form, the pain of the transformation flowed through his bones and muscles as they shaped into the ninetales he was. Black fur grew in his new body and nine fluffy tails nearly as long as his body, grew from his backbone. The two animals barked angrily and started running torwards the city. They disappeared in the penetrating deepness of darkness, Lupin's black fur vanished soon as his night blackness easily blent in with the darkness of the forest. Jolt's bright yellowish fur was seen minutes after he leapt in a race torwards the unknown, even though his speed was surprising. Jag gasped surprised, "guys, wait up!" she yelled at them only to get ignorancy and silence as a response. She grabed a pokeball from her waist swiftly and tossed it forward, "come out Tormenta" she comanded the electronic device as it spiraled swiftly blending the red and white into one colour.
Suddenly the ball stopped dry and stood still for a nanosecond before splitting open impulsed by a powerful energy. A beam of bright white light scaped from the electronic device. The sphere closed swiftly with a mechanical sound and returned to the trainer's hand as the beam of ligh floated on the air. The energy started taking shape, the shape of a large winged animal, a bird indeed. The bright white light started fading revealing a feathered animal flying a couple of metres from the ground. The bird was a female, a large female pidgeot. Her wings were enormous and the feathers were of a creamy white colour, large, thin, light and aerodinamic, letting it fly at enormous speeds. This feathers were partially covered with light brown feathers, much softer and smaller. This small feathers protected her from heat and frost and they covered her whole body except the stomach that was covered with much lighter feathers. The tail spread like a fan, it was a collection of long, wide feathers, of a light brownish colour, used to steer her flight direction. Her legs were thin and bony, but extremely strong and decorated with a set of claws sharp like a scyther's blade but delicate if needed. The beak was small but curved and with razor edges. This beak was mainly used to break hard shells like the covering of a coconut or a chestnut's shell, but it could do a lot of damage if the pidgeot decided to peck with it. the beak and the legs were of a dim, pinkish colour, much brighter in males but very faint in females. A crest started next to the beak and it extended across her back until the tips could touch her tail. This crest consisted of a set of feathers, long and very thin, usually used to built elegant quills and the feathers in nobles' hats. The feathers were of a bright yellowish colour in the center an very bright fuchsia on the sides. Males could raise this crest like a peacock's tail to attarct females during the mating season. Her eyes were penetrating and observant, but extremely friendly and loyal, they were deep black, not cold, but warm and calid. A line formed by black feathers covered her eyes.
Tormenta hawked joyfully while flapping her wings to mantain her huge body on the air. She landed under her trainer's command and leaned over to allow her mount easily. Jag didnt think twice, she leapt on the bird's back and grabbed her crest's feathers firmly, "come on Tormenta, up and lets follow Jolt and Lupin" she yelled at her bird nervously. Tormenta nodded and spread her wings moving her body up, "up we go" she spoke with her shrieky voice. With a swift but strong flap, she managed to push her and the adittional weight up. She flew past the tangled net of branches scratching her and Jag's body and managed to make her way up to the forest's roof.
The bird flew quickly following the path Jolt and Lupin had taken, Jag's eyes scanned the area, her gaze efforting to penetrate the darkness of the ancient warriors but failing. Tormenta made a sudden move wich nearly made Jag fall off her feathered back. She moved quickly to face front and grabbed onto the pidgeot's neck tightly. the large bird coughed a couple of times until Jag, realizing the pressure on the animal's neck, released her grip. Tormenta breathed deeply in reliefe, "you nearly strangled me!" Tormenta snapped at the trainer. Jag stared at her angrily but she knew better than to annoy the bird in wich she was flying, "you nearly threw me off" she told the bird unable to contain her anger much longer. Tormenta nodded admitting her mistake, she apologized for her sudden, unadvized move and stared front pointintg at the reason for the frown. Tormenta's eyes stared trustlessly at the creature flying over the tall buildings, "Jag, what is that?" she asked unable to recognized the strange pokemon that flew over the city. Jag raised her head to get whatever Tormenta was observing into eye focus and was stunned at the vision she saw.
Floating over the dark buildings of unrecognizable shape in the night, was a large dragon like creature, about twice or three times bigger than a lugia. His enormous wing span covered four or five of the humangous skycrapers, his tail swished back and forth dangerously. Jag was completely stunned, her eyes wide more in surprise than fear, but her heart shrinking in unbearable worry for her loved one, "what the heck is that?" she snapped, nervousness flowing with her voice and disappearing in the thundering flapping of the dragon's wings. Tormenta kept her wings perfectly still, the air caressed the lower part of its concave shape impulsing her upwards easily. Her eyes were focused on the gigantic creature, i dont know what that is Jag, but whatever it is, it is nothing good, i sense evil in him" her femaleish, squeaky voice spoke trying to ovewhelm the struendous roaring of the creature. Jag nodded in knowledge and determination, her stomach still knotted and her heart pressed with fear but the desire to save her loved one and her new friend overpowered all the negative feelings. She pointed at the huge saurio and grabbed onto the pidgeot's feathers tightly with the other hand, "all ahead Tormenta!" she yelled at the large prey bird.
Bahamut felt the pressence of two powerful challengers aproaching, he could feel their strong auras and determined souls to fight evil. The great dragon knew as well that they were no match against black magic. He looked down as two enraged barks echoed in the night. His eyes snapped wide open at the vision of a small jolteon and a black ninetales. Bahamut felt slightly disappointed, he had been waiting for a real challenger and all he had gotten were two small canines against the most powerful creature in the world. He made sure the two animals were staring at him, "you two think you have any chance against me?" Bahamut's roaring voice echoed down the alley as an evil laughter erupted from his throat. Jolt curved his lips and showed his shap fangs, he snarled angrily and enraged at the low consideration he had gotten. Lupin placed a black paw in front of the teenager pokemon and nodded, "leave the speech to me, pup" he told him with a brotherly smile. Jolt looked at him enraged and hesitantly moved back to leave him space to talk. Lupin walked front and looked up, his neck aching from the abnormally curved position but his mind knowing his mission. Her cleared his throat and spoke in his ninetale language, a mixture of barks and growls easily understandable by pokemon but not by humans. The dragon payed atention to his words, lowering his head a bit to catch the faint sounds better, "you, up there, what are you? And what do you want?" Lupin's voice growled angrily. The large creature looked down and snorted an ironic laughter, "i am Bahamut, lord of fire" Bahamut told him giving himself airs of superiority. After his words had been pronounced, the great black dragon raised his head to point at the sky and expulsed his mighty roar or leadership. Jolt curled his lip, his teeth and fangs pressed tightly in frustration and anger, his eyebrows narrowed in fury. He leapt forward and barked at the dragon, "you, Lord of Loosers, i dont know what you are or who you are, but one thing is for sure, you couldnt defeat me alone, much less bot of us" his maleish teen voice snapped at him, fury flowing with it torwards the dragon's ears. Bahamut listened atentively, every word beonging to the electric dog sank in quickly making him explode in a sound laughter, "so, the pup's got guts, eh?" he said, his thunderous, roaring voice dancing with a tone of superiority. Jolt felt his blood boiling in anger and rage that was more than he could take. He had always been the dominant male in his pack and had been treated as superior by the largest pokemon in the team. Being treated like an inferior being, a pokemon that had gone through many adventures, that had fallen off a cliff and survived, was just disgraceful. Jolt didnt think twice before his actions took place.
The golden fur located on his back spiked up as his volts inflated with electrical energy. He leapt back screaming his call of war, a yell that echoed over the buildings and traveled torwards Bahamut. The spiritual dragon looked down in time to see a bright yellowish white beam of zigzaggin light making its way torwards him. Jolt's electric sacks released a charge over ten thousand volts dashed torwards the dragon at a dazzing speed. The air arround the lightning heated and exploded in a thundering roar as the wave of brilliant energy flew with accurate aim torwards the creature. The dragon roared in pain as millions of electrical waves shot through his body hurting like a thousand burning needles. The animal lost his balance on the air as his whole body seemed to paralize under the incoherent power of the charge. He flapped his wings vigorously after the dog's attack had ceased, exhausted with the loss of energy. Bahamut quickly regained his balance and look down, a raging feeling burning inside him. He looked at the tired jolteon and nodded, "i underestimated you pup, but you did too, feel my wrath" he snapped at both animals emitting a thunderous roar. He oppened his black mouth revealing a pink tounge with a rough texture and a collection of elongated, sharp fangs. His incinerating lung burnt chemicals released by his glands, a special lung located in his throat released a flamable gas. He moved the organ impulsing the flames up by creating an empty space in the specialized tube connecting with his mouth. The flames reached the gas located lazily on his mouth and ignited. Using his neck and mouth muscles he impulsed the tounge of flame forwards releasing a powerful blast of fire. The igniting colum of hot matter made its way torwards the two canines who stared horrorized at their doom. Lupin and Jolt cuddled on the floor, their eyes were shut tightly and their paws were placed over their heads. They waited for the speeding and heating blast of burning gas to heat them and destroy them as easily as a persian killing a rattata. Jolt felt a few tears tickle his cheeks, his train of thoughts swimming arround his beloved Jag, "forgive me Jag for all the pain i'll cause, forgive me for believing in my pride and not considering for a moment your feelings after my loss, forgive me" he repeated over and over. He didnt fear death for it was something close to him in everyday life, but his heart shrank in pain at the thought of his loved one. Her calid smile, her determined but sweet look, her power of will, her strength. That was something Jolt admired deeply, her strength.
Jag's eyes snapped open in fear, a zigzaggin energy, too familiar to her, traveled acrss the high skycrapers and hit the dark creature. She observed every movement, the painful roar of the dragon freezing her veins in fear. With surpise the flying creature had managed to get through the attack nearly untouched. Jag felt her body shake in fear, a cold feeling expanding through her body as she sensed the evil ideas the creature had in mind. Tormenta felt her trainer shake, and the grip on her feathers loosening, "calm down Jag and hold tightly, i wouldnt want you to fall" she told the Summoner in her sweet and singing voice. Jag didnt react to the sound of her voice, her mind flowed with the thoughts of his male companion fighting for his priorities and the safety of this town. The dragon had recovered from his momentary paralisis and had regained his flight. He was enraged, his whole body was ready to battle again and his organs were producing enought chemichal matter to release the most powerful fire attack known. It wasnt an attack registered by the pokemon scientist, but an attack created by dark magic. The feeling of fear and panic she had felt previously increased considerably, and her shaking became a nervous and uncontrolable tremble. Her hands were weak, her whole body was nearly paralized from fear, from a fear she had never experienced, the fear of loosing the one she loved. Tormenta tried to lower the speed to avoid throuing Jag off her back, "calm down Jag, they'll be fine, you'll see" she told the woman kindly. The experienced trainer shook her head nervously, "Jolt is there, Tormenta, Jolt is there, oh Jolt" she nearly screamed in panic. Tears started flowing down her eyes, and she leaned forward to hide her face between the bird's feathers, to make the horrifying vision disappear from her focus. Tormenta moved her eyes a bit to look up at the trainer, she couldnt see her but she sensed the pain in the woman's heart, and the love. The large prey bird looked front quickly as she realised her sensations, "love? torwards Jolt" She told herself as reality sank in. Her trainer was in love with a pokemon, "oooook, that is just...sick" Tormenta thought to herself, but yet again her trainer could understand pokemon, that was just weird so perhaps there was part of pokemon in her. Jag was feeling so down, and her mind was so deep in thought that the Summoner hadnt sensed one of her pokeball splitting and the pokemon inside running away.
The dog's mind swam through the images of his trainer and lover, his admiration growing inside him as he visualized every moment they had passed together. He remembered the first time he ever saw her, just another trainer dressed in tight jeans and a violet T-shirt, a league cap placed over her head with the gap in the front. Next to her was a boy no older than her, his black hair hanged tidily down and arround his head was a red headband. He was dressed in baggy clothes and seemed to be a more experienced trainer than the pretty girl by him. She looked at him, and in that moment his life changed, her look was so warm but so cold at the same time. Her eyes were water, flowing freely and kindly like a lake, or wild and enraged like a flood. The thought of their first meeting faded revealing the tension of the night he had been captured. He frowned a bit at the clear image of the ice wall surrounding him. The trees had caught fire after he had swiftly dodged Flamie's tounge of fire. The sounds were a numb murmure in his mind, but he could recognize the agonizing screaming of the trees as the flames engulfed the viciously. He could remember the small dragon's screams as his terror had made him develop an accidental thunder attack. Encouraging yells could be heard, they belonged to Jag, the young trainer. She had leapt into the enclosed battelfield in aid of her charmeeleon and refused to leave. Jolt had admired her ever since, she was brave, she didnt fear getting thousands of deadly volts running through her body and paralizing her heart. The dog had aproached the camp to take a closer look of the girl, he had managed to get through his fear just to aproach her, to see her brilliant aura of courage. He had payed for his intrusion, or had he? No, he sure hadnt. He had met a noble trainer, a woman that had become his best friend and lover, a person capable of doing great things. She had made him get through his fear and had become member of his own pack even after Selphie's loss, thanks to her he had reunited with Selphie. This trainer had shown him the meaning of true friendship, love, courage, fear and determination. The dog's mind overflowed with many moments in the year he had spent with her and the team. He visualized nights by the fire, he couldnt hear the sounds but he was positive it was a happy moment for they were laughing. He could make out Flamie's scaly body glittering a bright reddish at the dancing light of the fire. He could see Spyro laying opposite from Flamie, his deep blue eyes reflecting the warm light of the campfire. He could see himself, next to the trainer, standing protectively, relaxed but his senses alert in case any problem ocurred. On the other side of his lover was Garurumon, the black dog, his fur glittered a shade of reddish as his black eyes stared at the flame, still like a statue. Umbra the umbreon and Nymph, the butterfree were speaking apart from the group. He knew they were there but couldnt make out their shapes. Jag spoke to them, her voice, so warm and calid, silent but Jolt imaind her words and smiled. They all erupted in a sound laughter, something had happened that day, something that brought joy into the dog's heart, little ni shape but great in feeling. The image vanished from his mind as another appeared, once again the feeling of fear overflowed him. He recognized the dangerous shape of a greyish head, the large width of a pair of wings, the speed of a lightning. He could finally make out the shap of an aerodactyl, Jag had captured one but it had nearly caused their perish. He made out the pain in his body, the pain of a thousand needles peircing him, the pain of cold. He was now seeing the time Jag and the party had gotten caught in the snow. She had sent Flamie to search for help and the loyal dragon had accepted the request in behalf of her trainer. Waiting for her had nearly caused their death, Jolt had tried to protect her but she had ended up trying to keep him warm before collapsing on the floor in a profound comma. Their gams in the snow, numerous times had they spent throwing snowballs at ech other, running across the frozen crest of mountains that surrounded Dragon Valley. The vision of a forest after several days lost in the snow had been an iluminating light from heavens for the party. His mind leapt torwards the day he had batteled her to potect Sephie, he loved her but wasnt going to let any harm reach the girafarig, not after he had finally found her. She had understood that her way to manoeuvre events was mistaken and had given up to the equine. When Mew appeared and granted him the ability to shapeshift wa another thought still deep in his mind, another thought during his long await for his decease. He had been overjoyed by the ability granted, he could now grow closer to the woman he loved. His pleasant thoughts were interrupted by Yitàn, the persian. The great feline had attacked them and nearly killed either, but they were a team, speed and magic. Finally her summoning ability gave away into calling for the water lady, Voda, who saved them from the hunting cat. Once again the pleasant thought of his first kiss returned, the remembering of this made him feel once more the pleasure of her silky and moist lips next to his.
His train of thoughts was interrupted by a very familiar voice speaking next to him, "here comes support guys, help me with this" said a female much too familiar for the electric pokemon. His eyes oppened in time to meet a slender blueish figure, her fur blazing with the light of the blast but her temper cold like her type. The dog's deep blue eyes stared at the colum of flames, the fire reflecting as she stared determined. Her tail finished in a cetacean's fin moved back and forth expectantly. She nodded faintly, her eyes still locked with the devilish flame, "come on guys, at three we all shoot" she told them without removing her eyes from the fire. Jolt understood at once what the feline looking dog was trying to tell him, without considering his surprise, he stood up and nodded. Lupin hadnt met the canine ever in his life, but he was sure he could trust her if Jolt knew her. He stood up as well and looked at the aproaching flame, his igniting organ ready to pump a tounge of fire at the blast. The vaporeon nodded at the feeling of the two males ready, "one...two..." she started counting. The tension grew in the party, their minds calculating every single move of the fire, ready to hit it in the exact moment. Feelings passed through ther bodies in a nanosecond, feelings of fear, love, rage, joy, happiness, all mixed into one creating the strength they needed to overpower the dark magic created by the dragon. The vaporeon narrowed her eyes in rage and determination, "...three" her voice lowered to an angry whisper only audible to her companions.
Like if someone had pulled a trigger in a shooting gun, the three canines released their deadly attacks. Jolt's volts exploded in a game of electricity and light, the zigzagging light traveled at a dazzing speed torwards the blast of fire. Bluemist felt the specialized gland releasing water into her stomach. She moved her abdominal muscles pushing the water torwards her mouth and releasing a colum of transparent fluid wich shot torwards the flame. Lupin oppened his mouth as he felt his throat full of gas and ready to burn. He moved his organ pushing the flames through his faringe. As the fire contacted with the chemicals it burn and increased its intensity and heat. The fire traveled upwards as it was set free to fly and battle the much larger and stronger fireblast. The three attacks met in the air, dancing with each other, spiraling like a twister, moving with their dazzing war dance. They melted into one, a powerful blast composed by the three basic elements, fire, water and lightning. A colum of white light was formed from the fussion of the three elements, and inside it, waves of red pulsated through it, moving silently and slowly like gentle whales in the depths of the ocean.
The attack traveled upwards, breaking the disastrous image with its magnificency, eating the night with its purity. Both attacks collapsed, evil and truth fighting a duel to death to overpower the other, to prove their greatness. From the contact point a blinding light irradiated, it expanded like an exploding supernova and defeated the darkness of the night as its greatness covered the entire city. The fireblast was overpowered by the strange and rare attack, similar to a tri attack but much more powerful. Bahamut roared in fear as he saw the great light approach at him quickly, his strongest weapon defeated and his ideas lost. Jolt felt a drop of sweat tickle his forehead as his body mantained the attack till exhaustion, but he didnt care. A proud smile with a trace of evil played in his lips as he imagined the face of the dragon, full of fear, panic and defeat.
Rin poked her head out of a window as the panicking scream of her beloved friend echoed in the skies. She saw the attack and recognized it easily, and a feeling of extreme fear made her heart shrink and her lungs fail in breathing. She shook her head quickly to expell all thoughts from her mind and think clearly, "cool down, Rinoa, cool down, what to do? What to do?" she told herself feeling her voice tremble with each word as she searched arround the room for something helpful. Her eyes stopped in a small wooden box, of a dark brown, delicately polished so it reflected the dancing flames of a candle. Her eyes oppened wide in realization, "the box" she snapped loudly as an idea crossed her mind like a flashing lightning. She picked up the box and ran torwards the window, holding it against her breast as if her life depended on the well being of this wooden and inhert object. She oppened it revealing a light pinewood inside and an equilateral, inverted triangle with a line crossing through the middle horizontally drawn with red ink inside the cover of te box. She pushed the box outside the window, "return to me, Bahamut" she commanded the winds with a determined tone of voice. Bahamut turned his horned head to look at he teenager gratefully. His body shone a bright reddish light and it became spectral and translucid. He was absorved inside the wooden box with great strength, a brilliant, reddish light pulsated inside the box, like a flaming fluid. Rin was pushed back as the dragon entered the box attracted by her magic, but she regained her balance and smiled knowing at the box, "you are safe now, Bahamut" she whispered to her creation.
Tormenta saw in surprise the misterious disappearance of the dragon, "vanished, as if absorved by a pokeball" Tormenta thought to herself deducing it could be a new type of pokemon or a ressurected fossil. A nanosecond later a colum of light flew torwards the sky, like the famous aeroblast she had heard from in the stories told by the oldest of her flock. She stared wide eyed at the magnificency of the attack, "J...Jag, LOOK" she yelled at her trainer, her singing voice becoming a shrieking sound with excitement and surprised. Jag looked up and stared at the attack, she had never seen it but had read from it in books in mythology class at school, "the Three Elements" Jag whispered to herself as she stared in awe, her pale skin reflecting the light from the attack. She regained her determined and brave self as she saw the attack, "Tormenta, quick, torwards the source of light" she yelled at the prey bird pointintg forward. Once she had regained the control over her body, she grabbed onto the bird's feathers tightly, her knees pressed the bird's sides as she held on tightly. Tormenta emmited an acute yell as her wings flattened as much as possible, allowing her to fly as tremendous speeds.
Bluemist stared deceived at the empty skies, the stars spoke to each other with their glittering language, passively, not even bothering about the previous events in a small planet called Ascania. The vaporeon slashed the ground in rage, "damn, we had him, guys we had him, a second more and we would have defeated that creature of the depths of darkness" she complained angrily, her eyes shut tightly and her claws piercing the ground. Jolt lowered his head, his body was completely drained and his electric sacs were empty, to make things worse, his effort had beed nearly worthless. He felt his legs weakening and finally his whole collapsed, he layed down, tired. Lupin and Bluemist moved slowly torwards him. They were tired too, their specialized organs were tired and there wasnt enought energy and organic molecules to produce their attacks, but their bodies werent nearly as drained as Jolt's. Bluemist stared down at him and gave him a calid smile, a smile Jolt greeted kindly. A gust of air flew wildly calling the pokemon's atention, who turned to see a large bird landing in the darkness of the streets. Bluemist growled deeply, tired but ready to battle if necesary. Jolt raised his head and stared into the darkness of the streets, his eyes narrowed a bit to catch a better glimpse of the creature. He saw the black sillouette of a woman jumping down the bird, he knew that woman, he had seen that movement, he had seen that person, "JAG" Jolt snapped, a large smile forming in his lips. From the darkness escaped the familiar slim figure of the pokemon's trainer, her eyes shinning with tears of joy. Jolt gasped a bit as he impulsed his tired body up, his slim figure and less than seven kilograms seemed like a ton to his exhausted legs, but his love torwards the woman was greater. Jag kneeled next to the pokemon and hugged him, her tears stained his golden fur and her arms pressed the animal's body against her, but she was happy that he was ok. Jolt smiled rubbing his tear stained face against the woman's shoulder, "Jag, im fine, there, stop crying, please" he pleaded the woman. Jag moved and smiled at him, her eyes stared into the dog's eyes, full of love and kindness, her once ice heart melted with the love received from the pokemon. She nodded slowly and licked her lips, "im crying because you are fine" she told him between sobs.
Tormenta observed the couple, it was odd to her eyes, as it would be to anyone's eyes, but seing and sensing the love they shared was enough. She understood observing them that it didnt matter the specie, or the outside, beauty was inside and love was universal. A bright light shone engulfing the electric dog. Jag laughed as she was already familiarized with the light, but Tormenta shrieked oppening her large wings and leaping back. When the light faded after increasing considerably in size, Tormenta was surprised to see that in the place where Jolt used to be stood a young and musculous man, atractive even to a pokemon's eyes. She was surprised to see that the similarities with the pokemon were amazing. Jag stood up and offered a hand to the boy. The teenager grabbed it and managed to put himself standing, "are you all right Jolt?" Jag asked him seeing the boy weakened. Jolt nodded, "im fine, just need a rest and i'll be myself again" he told the woman giving her the smile she loved so much, her smile. Tormenta nearly fainted, "Jolt? That is Jolt?" she yelled loudly feeling confusion shutting down her thoughts. Jolt heard the pidgeot's exclamation and turned his head to focus on her. As soon as he recognized the pokemon he laughed, "of course it is me, Tormenta" he told her laughing. Jag laughed softly and looked at Jolt once more, "i suggest we find a hotel or something, we need to rest since tomorrow will be a hard day" she told them kindly. The pokemon nodded determined and Jag turned arround to look at Tormenta, "go find us a place to rest, Tormenta, hurry" she comanded the bird. The large prey bird nodded and flapped her wings a couple of times, enough to impulse her body up. She disappeared in the darkness of the skies singing on her way up, glad that her trainer was again the strong woman that captured her.
To be continued...