Chapter 3 - A Chat in the Forest
written by She Who Walks the Night
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We had left the city. I could determine this much, for the deafening sounds of humanity no longer beat upon my ears. Time seemed to stretch to infinity as I floated in the void of my tiny prison. I longed for my mother, my herd, and my home, but it was a yearning that could not be satisfied. The only comfort was knowing that eventually I would have to be let out again, though I knew not when.
After a long time--it could've been one hour or half a day--we halted. I heard the happy cry of the pidgeot, followed by the screech of the butterfree. Then other gleeful sounds filled the air as more pokemon were released.
Then, at last, I was released from my ball. I stretched my legs and tossed my head. I then looked at my trainer. "Play and have fun," she said, "but stay close."
I eyed her a moment longer, then pranced off into the trees. A moment later, a big pokemon blocked my way. "You aren't going anywhere, are you, little ponyta?" she rumbled. An aquatic pokemon stood behind the hellhound, and both glared at me.
I started to back away in fear, but the pidgeot fluttered down next to me. "Back off," she warned. "This is Hailey's newest addition."
Before I could thank her, the bird sent up a shrill squawk. Other pokemon appeared, eyeing me curiously.
"Before we have any more mishaps, this is Hailey's latest catch," she said to the others. Then she said kindly to me, "Introduce yourself, little ponyta."
I swallowed, looking nervously at the gathered pokemon. "When I was wild, I was known as Firestorm. But Hailey calls me Blaze."
"Which would you rather be called?" the butterfree asked.
"Firestorm," I answered without hesitation.
"Then that is what we'll always call you," the pidgeot assured me. "Most captured pokemon prefer to be called by their wild names."
"What are your names?" I asked. "How did you come to be captured?"
"Ah, Firestorm, you are in for some sad tales," the pidgeot said. "I shall tell my story first."
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It is a bit short compared to the other two chapters, I know. But, of course, reviews are always appreciated. ^_^
written by She Who Walks the Night
*~*~*~*
We had left the city. I could determine this much, for the deafening sounds of humanity no longer beat upon my ears. Time seemed to stretch to infinity as I floated in the void of my tiny prison. I longed for my mother, my herd, and my home, but it was a yearning that could not be satisfied. The only comfort was knowing that eventually I would have to be let out again, though I knew not when.
After a long time--it could've been one hour or half a day--we halted. I heard the happy cry of the pidgeot, followed by the screech of the butterfree. Then other gleeful sounds filled the air as more pokemon were released.
Then, at last, I was released from my ball. I stretched my legs and tossed my head. I then looked at my trainer. "Play and have fun," she said, "but stay close."
I eyed her a moment longer, then pranced off into the trees. A moment later, a big pokemon blocked my way. "You aren't going anywhere, are you, little ponyta?" she rumbled. An aquatic pokemon stood behind the hellhound, and both glared at me.
I started to back away in fear, but the pidgeot fluttered down next to me. "Back off," she warned. "This is Hailey's newest addition."
Before I could thank her, the bird sent up a shrill squawk. Other pokemon appeared, eyeing me curiously.
"Before we have any more mishaps, this is Hailey's latest catch," she said to the others. Then she said kindly to me, "Introduce yourself, little ponyta."
I swallowed, looking nervously at the gathered pokemon. "When I was wild, I was known as Firestorm. But Hailey calls me Blaze."
"Which would you rather be called?" the butterfree asked.
"Firestorm," I answered without hesitation.
"Then that is what we'll always call you," the pidgeot assured me. "Most captured pokemon prefer to be called by their wild names."
"What are your names?" I asked. "How did you come to be captured?"
"Ah, Firestorm, you are in for some sad tales," the pidgeot said. "I shall tell my story first."
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It is a bit short compared to the other two chapters, I know. But, of course, reviews are always appreciated. ^_^