Yeah this is my first story and I hope it doesn't suck to bad…. Please tell me what you think, I don't mind flamers
Disclaimer: As much as I wish, I do not own Pokemon. sigh
Rated for language, violence, references, and blah
Chapter 1- Kalestia Egaruoc
The dawning sun had barely stretched its slender fingers over the gentle hills, glistening streams, and emerald plains of Hoenn when Kalestia Egaruoc was startled from her sleep. She listened closely for the disturbance. There it was again! Kalestia groaned when she recognized the sound. It was the irritated calls of her family's herd of miltank. She peered wearily at the small, digital alarm clock that was perched upon her bedside table. Three thirty on Saturday morning flashed rhythmically in bright red numbers. Luckily, Kalestia was used to getting up extremely early in the morning. It comes with the duty of living at a Moo Moo Milk farm.
She sighed regretfully at her pillow as she crawled out of her twin-sized bed. She winced as her bare feet touched the cold wooden floor of her bedroom. Sleepily, she walked to her closet and pulled out a dark blue, hooden sweatshirt. The miltanks' calls sounded through the chilly spring air for a third time. This time they sounded more urgent and there was an odd hint to their voices. The cry was so unusual that Kalestia sprung into such speed that you would have never guessed she'd woken up three minutes ago.
Tossing on, well she was not entirely sure what she tossed on, (although she hoped it was clothes,) she leapt down the stairs at the end of the hallway. She slid to a stop before she ran into the door, but, of course, the momentum caused her to fall on her behind. Muttering about stupid rugs, Kalestia galloped across the springy green turf of her yard on the outskirts of the town Lavaridge.
The problem was fairly hard to see because it was so dark, but as her eyes adjusted, she saw what was going on and gasped. A group of people, most likely in their late teens, were issuing orders to some pokemon. A closer look revealed that the group's pokemon were attacking the Miltank!
Now you have to understand, Kalestia was a very shy girl. Shy, timid, modest, quiet, and had what you might call low self-esteem. Everything in her closet was very loose fitting. Anyway, you can be sure it was hard for her to confront anyone, let alone a group of rowdy teens. She stood there, unmoving. Her thoughts raced, zipping back and forth across her mind.
"Golbat! Wing attack!" A whiney voice said. The voice just made you think that this person threw a fit if they didn't get things done their way. Besides causing the Miltank to give a panicked moo as a winged pokemon sped towards them, the trainer's command also startled Kalestia into startling action. Adrenaline at the injustice of it all coursed through her body.
"Hey, you, what are you doing?! Don't you know this is private property?!" Many of the trainers jumped, at the sound of her voice. Kalestia herself was surprised at how commanding and unfaltering it was.
One of the teenage trainers decided to take charge, "The hell we do! Just who the fuck are you?!" She, obviously a girl by the feminine voice, whipped a pokeball out from her belt. She let in enlarge it her hand threateningly. The other trainers leered at Kalestia menacingly.
Kalestia gulped fearfully hoping she hadn't thrown on anything to stupid in her mad dash to get dressed. "Please leave whoever you are, I… I really don't want any trouble." Her voice was quieter now that the adrenaline had worn off. Then she noticed their identically matching outfits. Was that… It couldn't be…
"For your information we are Team Sky." The girl said again in an arrogant voice. A male, about the same size stepped forward. He nodded at her, "You wouldn't happen to be a trainer would you?" He looked thoughtful. The female trainer glared at him, then looked at Kalestia expectantly.
"N-no, but that doesn't matter, I'll call the authorities if you don't leave now." She managed to stutter out. She had suddenly realized how bad her chances of getting away were when she didn't have any trained pokemon.
The girl wickedly laughed. "You think the authorities are going to come because of a few, "rambunctious hooligans?!" It sounded like they had obviously been called that before by the way she emphasized it. "They already have more than they can handle with our comrades running around and creating general havoc!" The male next to her who had questioned Kalestia about being a trainer whispered something in her ear. She sighed, "we must, depart for now. But keep in mind brat, the time of the Skies has come!" With that she called out a bright green Scyther and left, it's gleaming wings carrying her north to the heart of Lavaridge Town. Many of the other Skies followed suit.
All except one, the guy who had asked her about being a trainer. He jogged up to her and took her hand. Without even looking at her, he wordlessly slipped her a piece of crumpled paper. Acting as if nothing had happened he called out a grand silver Skarmory and let it carry him north, in pursuit of his comrades.
What did the Sky give Kalestia? Keep reading! Please r&r too!