~ Author's note: In a re-reading of chapter III, in which Alex captures a Scyther, I have noticed that a passage in the middle refers to Alex in the first person, rather than the third. I have also realised that there is a slight bit of confusion where Porygon is battling the Pinsir. I apologise for any inconvenience this may have caused. ~flake-99
Solareon : The Forgotten One
Chapter V - Rivalry
Alex felt like just jumping for joy. In only the first few days of his training, he had already caught three new Pokémon and owned five altogether.
He sidled out of the alleyway. Deciding he would celebrate with his Pokémon, he released Sneasel first, and it stared around, bleary eyed.
"Sneasel are nocturnal Pokémon," The Pokédex reminded him. "They feel dazed and tired when they are active during the daytime. They can also be blinded by bright sunlight."
Alex quickly glanced up at the sky. Luckily, just now the sky had been covered with dark stormclouds.
"Now Sneasel, I want you to be nice to the other Pokémon. They are your friends now, even though they battled you before."
"Sneees?" Sneasel asked.
"Yes, I know, they won't hurt you now though. Ready?"
"Snea!" Sneasel asserted.
"Okay, Go Conker, Go Eevee!"
Eevee and Conker burst from their Poké Balls in a flash of horrendously bright vermilion light, causing Sneasel to see blotches in front of its eyes. When they faded away, the friendly faces of the other two soothed any doubt in its mind, and it rushed around, joyful that it had made some new friends.
"There is one more member of the team that you haven't met yet," grinned Alex. "Another friend for you."
Alex dropped the Poké Ball containing Porygon, and the digital creature glided out. It took one look at Sneasel, and scurried behind Alex's leg, afraid.
"Calm down, Sneasel won't hurt you."
But this was obviously not true. One look was all Alex needed to see that Sneasel was straining to get at Porygon, prevented only by Conker and Eevee holding it back.
Horrified, Alex shouted "Sneasel, Return!"
Sneasel was transformed into purple light, then it was gone.
"Now what on Earth was that about?" Alex asked himself.
Suddenly, Porygon began to glow. Its glow extended to Alex's forehead, then enveloped his entire body. He felt like he was in a dream.
A voice resonated above him.
"Before you found me, I was lonely. I had nowhere to go. I wandered from street to street, trying to find a method of survival. I got into many fights, and I scavenged as much as possible from old Swinub troughs and hot-dog stands. One evening, I was eating from a bin when a Sneasel came up to me and Slashed me. I fled, and camouflaged myself so that it would not be able to find me. A few days later, you found me."
"But who are you?" asked Alex.
"I am your Porygon," replied the voice. "Do not be alarmed. You are merely hallucinating.
"Your newly-caught Sneasel is the same that I met only a few days ago. It still seems to bear some rivalry, so I would like you to keep it separate from me in the close future."
"I understand," muttered Alex, and he was immediately dropped from the dream.
Blinking, Alex looked around. People were milling around him on the sidewalk, and Eevee and Conker were playing, having gotten bored of watching Alex standing still quite quickly.
Porygon floated in front of Alex, and came up to head height.
"Don't worry. I'll bear that in mind," Alex said, calming Porygon. It floated down to ground level and nudged its Poké Ball, and was drawn in to rest and relaxation.
"Eevee, Conker! Return." Alex pointed his Poké Balls at the two playing Pokémon, and after they had been withdrawn jogged over to the Pokémon Center at the entrance to the gym. He handed his four Poké Balls over, and leaned against the wall while they were restored to full health.
He looked over in the direction of the gym entrance. Lisa shuffled out of it, looking dejected, and Alex caught some of her muttering.
"...thinks she's so good, showing off her dual-types..."
She came over to the Center and handed over her Poké Balls.
"So," Alex asked, "Did you win?" He was already dreading the reply.
"No, Alex Davis, I did NOT win! That stupid Scyther you gave was weak to both Thunderbolt and Psychic!" Every word she shouted was as piercing and painful as a dagger in the chest. "Thanks to you, I have lost half of my money, my first ever Pokémon and my dignity!"
"Ahem," the assistant at the Pokémon Center coughed. "If I may butt in, sir and madam, but your Pokémon are now healed."
Alex and Lisa gratefully took their Pokémon, but as soon as she had a firm hold on Scyther's Poké Ball, Lisa marched over to the Trade Center.
"Alex, I want Conker back. Now."
It occurred to Alex that Lisa could be very impatient and dominating when she wanted to be. However, he could also be defiant.
He spun on his heel, and strode into the gym.
Solareon : The Forgotten One
Chapter V - Rivalry
Alex felt like just jumping for joy. In only the first few days of his training, he had already caught three new Pokémon and owned five altogether.
He sidled out of the alleyway. Deciding he would celebrate with his Pokémon, he released Sneasel first, and it stared around, bleary eyed.
"Sneasel are nocturnal Pokémon," The Pokédex reminded him. "They feel dazed and tired when they are active during the daytime. They can also be blinded by bright sunlight."
Alex quickly glanced up at the sky. Luckily, just now the sky had been covered with dark stormclouds.
"Now Sneasel, I want you to be nice to the other Pokémon. They are your friends now, even though they battled you before."
"Sneees?" Sneasel asked.
"Yes, I know, they won't hurt you now though. Ready?"
"Snea!" Sneasel asserted.
"Okay, Go Conker, Go Eevee!"
Eevee and Conker burst from their Poké Balls in a flash of horrendously bright vermilion light, causing Sneasel to see blotches in front of its eyes. When they faded away, the friendly faces of the other two soothed any doubt in its mind, and it rushed around, joyful that it had made some new friends.
"There is one more member of the team that you haven't met yet," grinned Alex. "Another friend for you."
Alex dropped the Poké Ball containing Porygon, and the digital creature glided out. It took one look at Sneasel, and scurried behind Alex's leg, afraid.
"Calm down, Sneasel won't hurt you."
But this was obviously not true. One look was all Alex needed to see that Sneasel was straining to get at Porygon, prevented only by Conker and Eevee holding it back.
Horrified, Alex shouted "Sneasel, Return!"
Sneasel was transformed into purple light, then it was gone.
"Now what on Earth was that about?" Alex asked himself.
Suddenly, Porygon began to glow. Its glow extended to Alex's forehead, then enveloped his entire body. He felt like he was in a dream.
A voice resonated above him.
"Before you found me, I was lonely. I had nowhere to go. I wandered from street to street, trying to find a method of survival. I got into many fights, and I scavenged as much as possible from old Swinub troughs and hot-dog stands. One evening, I was eating from a bin when a Sneasel came up to me and Slashed me. I fled, and camouflaged myself so that it would not be able to find me. A few days later, you found me."
"But who are you?" asked Alex.
"I am your Porygon," replied the voice. "Do not be alarmed. You are merely hallucinating.
"Your newly-caught Sneasel is the same that I met only a few days ago. It still seems to bear some rivalry, so I would like you to keep it separate from me in the close future."
"I understand," muttered Alex, and he was immediately dropped from the dream.
Blinking, Alex looked around. People were milling around him on the sidewalk, and Eevee and Conker were playing, having gotten bored of watching Alex standing still quite quickly.
Porygon floated in front of Alex, and came up to head height.
"Don't worry. I'll bear that in mind," Alex said, calming Porygon. It floated down to ground level and nudged its Poké Ball, and was drawn in to rest and relaxation.
"Eevee, Conker! Return." Alex pointed his Poké Balls at the two playing Pokémon, and after they had been withdrawn jogged over to the Pokémon Center at the entrance to the gym. He handed his four Poké Balls over, and leaned against the wall while they were restored to full health.
He looked over in the direction of the gym entrance. Lisa shuffled out of it, looking dejected, and Alex caught some of her muttering.
"...thinks she's so good, showing off her dual-types..."
She came over to the Center and handed over her Poké Balls.
"So," Alex asked, "Did you win?" He was already dreading the reply.
"No, Alex Davis, I did NOT win! That stupid Scyther you gave was weak to both Thunderbolt and Psychic!" Every word she shouted was as piercing and painful as a dagger in the chest. "Thanks to you, I have lost half of my money, my first ever Pokémon and my dignity!"
"Ahem," the assistant at the Pokémon Center coughed. "If I may butt in, sir and madam, but your Pokémon are now healed."
Alex and Lisa gratefully took their Pokémon, but as soon as she had a firm hold on Scyther's Poké Ball, Lisa marched over to the Trade Center.
"Alex, I want Conker back. Now."
It occurred to Alex that Lisa could be very impatient and dominating when she wanted to be. However, he could also be defiant.
He spun on his heel, and strode into the gym.