Disclaimer: I'm going to say this once and only once, okay? I. Don't. Own. Pokémon. Of course, I do own almost all the Pokémon on the games, but I do not own any copyrights to these Pokémon. Does everyone get that?
Note: I have seen that many people use different symbols to show a pokemon's speech. As this is told from a pokemon's POV, I don't see the point in doing this. I should hope that the readers will understand that the Pokémon here are not speaking human. Just thought I would point this out. If anyone can't tell the difference between human and pokemon speech, just tell me in your reviews and I'll do my best to make things clear.
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Chapter 1 - Captured
written by She Who Walks the Night
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The sun shone brightly, giving just the right amount of warmth. The tall green grass waved in the breeze. A flock of pidgey flew overhead, casting a fleeting shadow on the ground. Schools of magikarp could be seen swimming in the streams.
Whoever watched this scene would find it peaceful. It was. No human had ever entered this valley before, and we all hoped that none ever would. The elders who had led our herd here long ago remembered the humans, warning us of their cruelty. The humans captured pokemon, taking them away from their families, imprisoning them in a life of never-ending battles.
Into this peaceful valley life I was born. At the moment of my birth, the revered phoenix, Ho-Oh, flew over. The elders, knowing this, thought that I would be special, important, a deliver in times of danger. I was called Firestorm.
My mother, Windflash, did not care about what the elders predicted for me. She was pleased just to have me. Few would hurt my kind, so I lived safely and happily. However, I was naive about the happenings of the world, though I did not know it.
Then, one day, it happened. It began with the disturbance in the pidgey and spearow. Flocks of them flew away in panic, frightened by something. Then pokemon who lived upon the ground fled, the ekans and the rattata. The magikarp hid away deep in the streams.
We, too, retreated, moving further into the valley. But the invader followed us, relentless. And, one day, it finally caught up with us.
My mother caught her scent first. She sounded the alarm, then searched for me, for I was out playing near the stream. I heard the shrill cry and trembled. I knew what it meant, and I was terrified. I sent up a loud call, hoping it would help her in her search for me.
At last, she found me. We galloped away with the rest of our herd, our fiery manes and tails streaming out behind us. I ran as hard as I could, keeping close to my mother. The snorting of the others frightened me even more, urging me to go faster in my terror.
I heard a shrill cry of the pokemon I later found out was a pidgeot. The large bird was one of the few able to keep up with us. In a moment, the pidgeot was over us. Then I saw it. A human rode on the pidgeot's back. A human who held the dreaded red-and-white ball from the elders' stories. The prison of a captured pokemon.
I snorted in terror as the pidgeot drew closer. Then the human called out a command to it.
"Hurricane! Use Whirlwind!"
The pidgeot, Hurricane, obeyed, sending strong gusts of wind at us with its mighty wings. Most of my herd was thrown back, but my mother and I somehow held our ground.
"Hurricane! Cut that little one from the herd!" the human ordered.
The pidgeot did so, chasing me away from my mother, though I tried my best to stay near her. I cried out in fear, for the huge bird came closer. I knew what would happen and there was no way I could escape my fate. However, I was determined to fight for as long as I could.
Hurricane landed, and the human slid off its back. With a flash of red light, a second pokemon appeared from the ball the human held. I knew what this pokemon was, a butterfree. To my surprise, it spoke to me.
"Little ponyta, it will go easier if you do not fight," it said.
"I will fight! I am not going to be captured!" I answered.
"Don't make this more difficult than it has to be," the pidgeot said.
I sent an Ember attack at the butterfree in reply and lashed out with my harder-than-diamond hooves. The butterfree dodged the attacks, then used Sleep Powder. I was doomed to be captured, as the powder started to take effect. The human threw another ball, and with another flash of red light, I was imprisoned within.
"No! Firestorm!" I faintly heard my mother cry.
"Windflash! There is nothing you can do! The human has captured her," one of the elders, Sunfire, said sadly.
After that, I remember nothing. The butterfree's Sleep Powder did its work and I was asleep.
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How sad! *sniffles* Should I continue and tell what happens to Firestorm? Tell me in your reviews!
Note: I have seen that many people use different symbols to show a pokemon's speech. As this is told from a pokemon's POV, I don't see the point in doing this. I should hope that the readers will understand that the Pokémon here are not speaking human. Just thought I would point this out. If anyone can't tell the difference between human and pokemon speech, just tell me in your reviews and I'll do my best to make things clear.
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Chapter 1 - Captured
written by She Who Walks the Night
*~*~*~*
The sun shone brightly, giving just the right amount of warmth. The tall green grass waved in the breeze. A flock of pidgey flew overhead, casting a fleeting shadow on the ground. Schools of magikarp could be seen swimming in the streams.
Whoever watched this scene would find it peaceful. It was. No human had ever entered this valley before, and we all hoped that none ever would. The elders who had led our herd here long ago remembered the humans, warning us of their cruelty. The humans captured pokemon, taking them away from their families, imprisoning them in a life of never-ending battles.
Into this peaceful valley life I was born. At the moment of my birth, the revered phoenix, Ho-Oh, flew over. The elders, knowing this, thought that I would be special, important, a deliver in times of danger. I was called Firestorm.
My mother, Windflash, did not care about what the elders predicted for me. She was pleased just to have me. Few would hurt my kind, so I lived safely and happily. However, I was naive about the happenings of the world, though I did not know it.
Then, one day, it happened. It began with the disturbance in the pidgey and spearow. Flocks of them flew away in panic, frightened by something. Then pokemon who lived upon the ground fled, the ekans and the rattata. The magikarp hid away deep in the streams.
We, too, retreated, moving further into the valley. But the invader followed us, relentless. And, one day, it finally caught up with us.
My mother caught her scent first. She sounded the alarm, then searched for me, for I was out playing near the stream. I heard the shrill cry and trembled. I knew what it meant, and I was terrified. I sent up a loud call, hoping it would help her in her search for me.
At last, she found me. We galloped away with the rest of our herd, our fiery manes and tails streaming out behind us. I ran as hard as I could, keeping close to my mother. The snorting of the others frightened me even more, urging me to go faster in my terror.
I heard a shrill cry of the pokemon I later found out was a pidgeot. The large bird was one of the few able to keep up with us. In a moment, the pidgeot was over us. Then I saw it. A human rode on the pidgeot's back. A human who held the dreaded red-and-white ball from the elders' stories. The prison of a captured pokemon.
I snorted in terror as the pidgeot drew closer. Then the human called out a command to it.
"Hurricane! Use Whirlwind!"
The pidgeot, Hurricane, obeyed, sending strong gusts of wind at us with its mighty wings. Most of my herd was thrown back, but my mother and I somehow held our ground.
"Hurricane! Cut that little one from the herd!" the human ordered.
The pidgeot did so, chasing me away from my mother, though I tried my best to stay near her. I cried out in fear, for the huge bird came closer. I knew what would happen and there was no way I could escape my fate. However, I was determined to fight for as long as I could.
Hurricane landed, and the human slid off its back. With a flash of red light, a second pokemon appeared from the ball the human held. I knew what this pokemon was, a butterfree. To my surprise, it spoke to me.
"Little ponyta, it will go easier if you do not fight," it said.
"I will fight! I am not going to be captured!" I answered.
"Don't make this more difficult than it has to be," the pidgeot said.
I sent an Ember attack at the butterfree in reply and lashed out with my harder-than-diamond hooves. The butterfree dodged the attacks, then used Sleep Powder. I was doomed to be captured, as the powder started to take effect. The human threw another ball, and with another flash of red light, I was imprisoned within.
"No! Firestorm!" I faintly heard my mother cry.
"Windflash! There is nothing you can do! The human has captured her," one of the elders, Sunfire, said sadly.
After that, I remember nothing. The butterfree's Sleep Powder did its work and I was asleep.
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How sad! *sniffles* Should I continue and tell what happens to Firestorm? Tell me in your reviews!