The golden face of Fira, the venerable sun godess, appeared pale and silently on the crest of the eastern mountains transforming the penetrating night darkness into a violaceous veil that covered New Island. The marauders of the night sneaked across the thick, leafy bushes hiding from the calid and revealing light belonging to the day, hissing when they needed to let the golden rays caress their bodies. The small reptiles slythered out of their cool burrows under the roof of inhert rocks to heat their cold blooded bodies with the first light of day to hunt their lunch later on. The loud flapping of quick wings cut through the already warm and pleasant morning as a flock of hunting pidgeots flew over the forest and valleys in search of a prey. A few wings decided to fly free leaving the bodies that grew them and floating across the skies with a gentle summer breeze. A large brown feather floated graciously spiraling on it's way to the grass covered forest covering a very minuscule area of Cyma. The feather landed, light and gentle, on a young female's face tickeling her cheek and nose with its thin fibres. A very displeased and faint moan escaped the woman's fleshy and pinkish lips, "aww, crap, buzz of Tormenta" her still sleepy but apparently melodic voice commented turning arround and pushing an invisible creature from her side. A large bird oppened her observant, deep brown eyes moving her gaze torwards them woman, "waking up early in the morning sure makes her feel awful" the female's singing voice commented to herself. She ordered her wings a bit wraping her body and placed her head under the enormous, brown feathers to block the annoying morning sun. Not many minutes had passed before the deep and screechy sound of a spearow echoed in the living realms of the green, leafy forest. Tormenta poked her head out startled and stared up, her keen sight efforting to look through the ceiling of brilliant leaves in search of the pokemon that had abruptly darkenned her dreams with such a horrible voice. She oppened her wings exhibiting an enormous wingspan, "you slave of annoyance, you should be ashamed to sing with such a horrible voice in front of a bird, go disturb other creatures of the forest and let a few travelers rest" her melodic voice yelled without loosing the tone a single time even when her chords tangled with rage. A large, fluffy pillow ended up smashing against Tormenta's powerful beak shutting her up, "Tormenta, shut the fuck up, its too early" a powerful but melodic voice moaned sleepily. Tormenta shook her head surprised and stared at her trainer sinking deeper in the sleeping sacs oviously attempting to get rid of the sun rays tha sneaked past the ceiling of leaves. The large prey bird simply huffed and layed down again in a hopeless trial to return to dreamland.
The morning passed by slowly, the forest life had completely awaken now and the creatures had returned to their usual actions without bothering on the travelers. The woman's icy blue eyes flickered open, squinting a bit as the bright sun light caressed her face, "oh, for Fira's sake, couldnt Voda bring some clouds?" she moaned displeased about the warmth of the day. She stood up, gasping slightly as she realized her shoulder had been pressed against the Summoner's Stone and was now sore, "oh, fantastic, that is all i needed, broken bones" she stated with a displeased voice. Her hand traveled torwards her eyes in search of her watch, immediatly her eyes widdened, "oh, for Oceano's sake, TORMENTA!" she yelled at the large, winged figure that slept peacefully on the shadow of a tree. Tormenta looked up startled, her dark eyes flashing with confussion, "Tormenta, you didnt wake us up, look, its nearly mid-day and we are still sleeping" she yelled enraged at the bird. Tormenta stood up as tall as her lage winged figure was, wich was deffinitely more than the Summoner, her eyes flashed with anger but also respect. Her large wings oppened once more to show her majesty and power, "oh but i did, and you told me to shut up, remember Jag?" she hawked, her voice burned like enraged fire. Jag was proud and would never admit she was wrong, "ight, because then it was TOO early, you could have woken us up still like i told you, or arent you a pidgeot, the early riser?" she yelled at the top of her voice. The loud yells and screams emited by both females statled the other members of the group wich started to wake up alarmed by the conmotion. Lupin, the dark haired Shapeshifter, and Jolt, the human jolteon, ran torwards both females to stop their yells and avoid a larger quarrel between the two. Jolt stood in front of Tormenta, his fear and surprise building into electricity and acumulting in specialized electric sacs under his skin, his arms raised to keep the much larger creature from advancing. Lupin's thin but strong arms grabbed Jag from the shoulders making her wince in pain at the pressure in her sore shoulder, "calm down Jag, we were all exhausted after last night's fight, we overslept, dont blame the pidgeot for it" he explained, his voice was manly but soft and low rising faintly over a whisper. The Summoner calmed down nearly immediatly as his wise words sank in, for once in her life she let her pride aside as she admited to the bird she had been too rough on her. Tormenta nodded solemnly, a pleased look traveled across her eyes, "it is all right, Jag, it was my fault too" she said kindly admitting her own mistake. Lupin stared at them with a please look, he had managed to calm them down and avoid a larger fight erupting between the both. Rinoa walked torwards the Summoner, her amber eyes shinning with pleasure as she seemed to have recently realize that last night's event hadnt been a dream, "your Majesty, good morning, i sincerely hope you have had a pleasant sleep" she said all of a sudden, her voice flowing with notes of kindness and pleasure. Jag tilted her head at the kneeling woman in front of her, an eyebrow raised showed her confussion, "erm...Rin, i might be descendant from a queen and a king but Pozivnad no longer exists" she explained calmly and carefully as if explaining to a little child that Santa Clause doesnt exist trying to produce the less pain possible. Rin shook her head wildly, "no Jaguar, it exist, it is still alive somehere, i know it and you will return to become a powerful and strong queen everyone will adore" she said proudly and excitedly, her fist moving up in a sing of power. Jag nodded feeling unsure about her words but excited at the same time, "ok, Rin but dont call me your majesty and dont treat me like a princess, treat me like a friend, ok?" she asked the young Witch feeling slightly flattered. Rin nodded standing up and Jag swore she had seen a tear glitter in her cheek before she turned arround, a tear of happiness since this woman had never had any friend.
Lupin searched into his bagpack for the cooking items, he pulled out a large frying pan, some eggs, flour, sugar, a bottle full of milk, a large bowl and some other items like spoons, forks and knives. He focused his gaze on the spreading party, each of them walking distractedly arround or sitting on a stone reading or thinking, "hey guys, I'm going to prepare breakfast so i could do with some help" he yelled, his voice still misterious but strong and powerful. Everyone looked up expectant to see wich orders they received, "Jolt, you'll go get me some sticks to make a fire, Chris, go fill this bottle with water, and as you go you could do with filling all the canteens for the journey, Rin, you stay with me, i'm gonna need your help" he explained getting an agreeing nod from the two boys before they disappeared in the thickness of the sunny forest. Jag stood up grabbing her pokeballs, "i think i'll go train a little, call me when breakfast is ready, i'll be by the river" she explained searching into Jolt's bagpack for Samriya's pokeball, the legendary scyther. Lupin looked up a second after Jag's slender and gracious figure had vanished engulfed by the numerous trees and plants, "by the river?" he told himself staring into the infinite depths of empty space.
Jag reached the river with Bluemist, the vaporeon at her heels, her eyes examined cautiously the enviroment then she let out a large amount of air that seemed like she had been holding it for a long time. The place was deffinitely wonderful to any creatures exes, perhaps in exception of Humans. The roar of a nearby waterfall could be heard singing in unision with the gentle whisper of the moving water much calmer in this area. The trees murmured under a gentle breeze, the leaves rustled gently, chimming like tiny bells, adding to the friendly sound of moving water. The sun reflected on the silvery surface of the unsteady water, being defeated by the strength of the small stream and the humid power of water. Jag breathed deeply absorbing the numerous and pleasant smells that slowly floated from the heating grass almost as if desiring to absorb the nature, peace and wise carefully hidden by this plants. Without care Jag removed her T-shirt and jeans revealing a dark blue swimming costume. The cloth caressed her body gently accentuating her slender and elegant shape, wrapping her torso so tightly it seemed part of her skin. With a graceful leap she penetrated head first the dancing waters, her body moved elegantly as she flew across the col and thin air, traveling torwards the cold stream. She felt the cold water lick her body insistently, freezing currents circled her legs, stomach, arms and head, getting her into an spiraling dance of life and nature. Her icy blue eyes were open and her gaze observed everything through the christaline water, stones that glowed a shade of blueish caressed by the difracting rays of sneaky sun and fish that cowardly swam away when the Summoner aproached. Jag heard the sound of a few bubbles echoing in the magnificent water, floating lazily to meet the atmosphere and release the oxigen, hidrogen and other gases contained inside them. The sound of water splitting followed by a penetrating silence told her that the water dog, Bluemist had penetrated the river as well, unable to hold back anymore she had felt the pull of water atracting her. Jag smiled to herself feeling the pleasure of being underwater, even when the cold was nearly unbearable she had never felt such a calm and peace as she was feeling now, "and to say my aunt wanted me to be a fire pokemon trainer, if she saw me now enjoying the water, being the gym leader of a gym that only had water pokemon, she would surely have a heart attack if she hadnt been dead already" the Summoner thought to herself emmiting a gentle chuckle that nearly made her swallow bucketfulls of water. She started feeling the lack of oxigent bother her and was forced to emerge, the pressure in her chest told her that her lungs claimed more oxigen before her brain paralized totally and she, oviously, died. The surface of the water exploded in millions of drops as the woman's head appeared from under the water, her wet hair dancing and traveling to her back at the sudden movement she did. Her mouth oppened letting large ammounts of air fill her lungs, the gentle breeze cooled her pale skin giving her chills down her spine.
The agile Summoner climbed onto a lage boulder that stood proud and strong resisting the currents that attempted to wash it away, part of it submerged inside the crystal clear water and easily visual. Bluemist emerged all of a suddent, her body flying outside the water as she gracefully leapt, impulsing herself with her powerful tail and landing on another boulder. Jag stared at the water dog sensing her hunger of battle, "Bluemist, ready?" she asked the water dog, her voice flowing with pride and excitement. Bluemist nodded crouching on the boulder, her chest nearly touching the grey surface of the rock and her siren like til swaying back and forth like an impatient cat. Jag grabbed the pokeball she had reserved for this ocassion, she knew this wasnt her poemon wich would make things much more exciting and tough, "gooo, Samriya!" she explaimed tossing the pokeball to the air. The red and white sphere rolled, its colours mixing and becoming a spiraling ball of a very faint, pinkish colour with traces of black. It stopped all of a sudden floating on the air for a very brief moment, the two parts split open and a very bright, white light irradiated from inside the electronical device. A large beam of energy escaped the pokeball and landed on a rock, each atom reunited with the other creating empty space between them and shaping a large creature. The pokeball returned to Jag's hand who grabbed it easily and passively in a demonstration that she was used to this reaction. The bright light faded revealing a large, green dinosaur like creature, the long a thin tail whipped back and forth inpatiently as Samriya waited for the action to beggin. Her body was tall and slender fit for leaping and running and extremely agile, arround her waist was a strap of cloth covering her private area and hanging from it were two silvery scythes that glittered with the golden sun caressing them. Both, her feet and arm were terminated in long, thin fingeres decorated with hook like, sharp claws, desinged to tear the toughest flesh. Her head was long, and three peaks decorated it, however it showed to have evolved into a much more human head than the long extinguished dinosaurs. A headband with a reddish jewel was placed arround her forehead, a sign about her social position, Warrior from the order of the Dragon belonging to the kingdom of Melecia, the country of the Legendary Scythers.
Jag nodded and her arm moved swiftly in a diagonal line in front of her, "Bluemist, attack" her voice yelled loudly showing the power and determination that characterised her. Bluemist nodded, her eyebrows narrowed and her swift legs ready to attack the worthy opponent, her body was filled with adrenaline and a feeling of excitement and likeness torwards fighting engulfed her. Bluemist's mouth oppened as wide as her jaws permitted, her eyes flashed with strenght and power, her specialized organ secreted large amounts of water. Her stomach pushed the water forward creating a thick colum of liquid traveling torward Samriya with great speed and strenght due to the enormous pressure that released it. Samriya waited, her observant eyes examining the speeding fluid, her brain calculating the escape with an unimaginable accuracy and intelligence. Suddenly she disappeared, the columof water smashed against a large wall of greyish stone, the liquid spreaded quickly to the sides like a star with thousand arms while its powerful nucleus scratched the rock creating a small hole. But the Legendary Scyther had been saved from the attack, her elastic tendins and fibrous, strong muscles had impulsed her to the skies in a graceful leap. She landed elegantly on the stone and smiled proudly, her body straight and her legs crossed like a ballerina, both the scythes at each side of her body in a winning pose. Before Bluemist could react the speedy creature leapt forward so quickly not even a hawk's eyes could have seen the reptilian animal dashing across the air with the speed of a jet plane. The Scyther's clawed foot made contact with Bluemist's extremely thin and impermeable fur located on her chest. The impact sent the vaporeon flying a couple of metres before gravity pulled her into the river. Bluemist entered the crystal clear water splashing a large amount of water, slightly incoherent for her weight but her speed was still great and the impact was greater. Her large, deep blue eyes oppened, their special skin protected them from the pain of water entering them and created an effect similar to diving glasses allowing her to see everything inside the river as clearly as outside. However her mind was busy planning out her next move while a flaming feeling of rage burned her from inside, consuming her body and heart and blinding her eyes into taking dastic measures. Her musculous, finned tail moved easily, impulsing her forward quicker than a dolphin, on ground she was agile and quick, but in water she was simply the master. Her back arched as she directed her body up in a graceful and elegant leap, her legs pressed against her body to create an aerodinamic shape and move with much more ease.
The surface of the water exploded in a million crystal drops as the vaporeon's elegant figure appeared from the depths of the shaky river. The feline's blue fur glowed with a sapphire light as the sun caressed the silky fur jeallows for not having such as beauty and knowing the power water had against her. However hidden in the depths of her eyes shone a strange malice that shook Jag's heart and wrapped it with a veil of frozen ice. Bluemist moved her tail foward with great force hitting Samriya's beck. The surprised scyther lost her balance easily, something rare in such an agile creature, and started leaning dangerously torwards the shaking waters from the river. Bluemist didnt give her time to touch the whirling waters, her mouth oppened and a specialized organ used stored helium in gaseous state to freeze the colum of water that rushed up her throat. The beam cut the wind freezing the silent drops that splashed from the river's constant motion, a whipping sound could be heard on its way torwards the scyther. The ice beam glowed with a nearly radioactive light caused by the helium gas, its razor edges menacing to tear anything on their way with their glittering points. Dazed and unbalanced as she was, Samriya couldnt dodge the freezing beam of radioactive ice and it reached her. A loud shriek escaped her green lips and filtrated through his fangs as an intense wave of pain rushed through her back. Her whole body collapsed and her slender figure was engulfed by the roaring water running down the river, the water splashed noisily as the river swallowed her. Bluemist landed proudly on the rock, her eyes gazed at the spot where Samriya had vanished but her head was up and straight in pose of pride. However Jag's eyes scanned the river nervously, a freezing wave of worry pressed her torso and her wide, icy blue eyes attempted to penetrate the water and see where Samriya was located knowing well she could drown.
However the water exploded one more time and two scyther glittered with a blinding light as Fira blessed them. An angry face, a high pitched yell of war and the swift swish of blades cutting the air followed by the silent sound of tearing flesh and Samriya was back in battle, standing proud on a stone far from the other, a stone she had reached by impulsing herself with a powerful kick on the other stone. Bluemist winced in pain, both her sides had been cut badly and the pain had grown to nearly unbearable boundaries. Unable to sostain her light weight a second longer, her legs bent and her whole body collapsed on the stone sending a wave of pain across her skin. She whimpered like a dog that has been shot down and is wondeed to death, her paw traveled torwards the wound and touched it faintly since the slightest contact expanded the suffering. She retreived it quickly and took a look at the black surface of her silent pads, they were stained with a crimson fluid darkenned by the night colour of her palms. Blood, this vision sent a greater fury across Bluemist's veins and mind, a much more dangerous beast seemed to grow inside her soul as her eyes pierced the Legendary Scyther, blades on them, ready to tear. She stood up quickly, the pain had subsided as the feeling of rage, anger and fury burnt every inch of her aquatic body, she had literally healed completely and the gashes had dissapeared without leaving a single trace of a scar or blood. Bluemist eyes glowed with a bright, blueish light, althought this glow remained for scarcely two seconds before fading and resuming her normal dark blue colour. Her jaws oppened wide and all of a sudden two beams the smale light escaped her mouth, they were of a very intense light blue colour, nearly icy, and they zigzagged with a very nead, rippling motion shaping numerous infinite symbols as they interlaced. A soung, like a siren's song, escaped her mouth, magical and charming at first but painful to the ears as she observed. Samriya was nocked by the attack, her eyes shut tightly and her clawed hands dropped the scythes wich disapeared in the realms of the river with a splash. The two beams parted away and started wrapping around her, floating in oposite directions but engulfing her with energetical waves of light and sound. The beams pulsated sending high pitched waves of sound that penetrated Samriya's ears tearing and piercing her eardrums and hurting her. She collapsed on her knees, her slender fingers attemtping to cover her ears and stop the invisible sound into reaching her head and hurt her but it was all a hopeless attemtp. Soon her mouth erupted with yells of pain and fear, "stop it! stop it! for the noble kingdom of Melecia, please stop!" she whailed uncontrolably, her claws now digging into her flesh out of pure frustration and pain. She was suffering terribly for a warrior of Melecia would never plead mercy even if the enemy had her pinned to the floor and a lance ready to tear her neck, but there were times when not even the most couragefull of the warriors could stand against a certain enemy or situation.
Jag stared at the attack with a look of surprise, her mind unable to recognize it but her soul feeling the extreme power that formed this attack and fearing it. She picked a pokeball she had located to a special magnetic band on her swimming costume and tossed it, "Garurumon, go take my pokedex" she comanded as the spherical object split open releasing a large pokemon. It was darker than night and graceful like a cat, agile and quick like a pidgeot at flight, lord of darkness between those of his kind. He was a dog, larger than the average of his kind, his whole body was slender but musculous and his fur was completely black except his belly and muzzle wich was a dark orangeish colour. Bands of thicker fur of a yellowish colour were located as striped on his musculous back, as rings on his long ubt powerful legs or shaping a collar arround his neck. Sticking out of his head were a pair of horns, sharp but weak, used between the members of his kind as a item of mate and battle at times. A long tail finished in a point shapped like the head of an arrow whipped back and forth light like a feather. His eyes were of a bright amber colour known to glow reddish in the nights of full moon, those were observant eyes that let nothing escape them, that was the most dangerous part of his body. He was Garurumon as humans called him, although his real name was Hunamro, leader of the Pack of Monte Nevado, the Nit Kyrum or dogs of the night. Their leader known for his strenght, power and wise to lead his pack to productive hunting areas hidden deep in the unknown realms of New Island, his fame also reached humans and other breeds with the knowledge of the magic this houndoom possesed, wich was known to reach unimaginable realms. Actual legends tell of how this Nit Kyrum was able to stand an attack by six powerful opponent, a charizard, a dragonite, a jolteon, a lapras, a butterfree and a venasaur, and still defeat them until standing alone against the jolteon. This same legend tells of how the jolteon known as the Demon and Hunamro fought from dawn till sunset before both of them dissapeared to never be seen. Some say they killed each other and their bodies, both magical, vanished into what they were, energy, and others say Hunamro used his remaining magic to kill the jolteon and continuously died and in the place where he was bloomed a tree. The truth to that event remains a mistery but both, Nit Kyrum and jolteon lived by some miracle and Jag was there, somehow she had been teleported by a strange mist and the electric dog battled Garurumon. Both pokemon nearly died but once Hunamro had been captured Jag had returned to the forest and Jolt was completely healed. But Jag knows nothing about the rest of the story, she doesnt know about the Nit Kyrum or their powerful leader and is just proud about her noble pokemon.
Garurumon searched between Jag's sprawled clothes and picked up the pokedex, his sharp and powerful jaws wrapped gently arround the metal. Garurumon leapt back on the stone where his trainer and friend was, his legs impulsed him gracefully as he landed on the stone. He handed her the pokedex, his tail waved gently behind his back, wobbling like a whip, a look of pleasure glowed in his eyes as he nodded solemnly. Jag nodded back in a thankful signal and pointed the pokedex at the attacking Bluemist, "attack unknown, pokemon unknown" the pokedex said in an electronical voice. This sudden revelation shocked her more than a million thunderbolts created by Jolt, yet Jag's understanding was unable to process the sudden knowledge, how wasnt Bluemist a pokemon? Jag had lived with her family vaporeon and she knew exactly what one looked like, and this was deffinitely a vaporeon, then why did the pokedex say she wasnt a vaporeon? A silent growl escaped Garurmon's lips as he stared at the suffering scyther and attacking vaporeon with knowing eyes and troubled soul.
To be continued...
I want to apologize since this was a really short chapter and the next one will be as well, most likely also sorry if i take long in posting them, i have the end planned out and several aspects of the story but still the ideas come whenever they want so it takes me a while to get over writters block.
Also i'd like to thank all those faithful readers who have been kind and reviewed, and forgive me if the story looks weird and you cant understand it at times, just send me an e-mail and i will explain.
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