Hello all. I'm sorry that I took so long for this chapter to upload, but I haven't been in the country for the past three weeks, and had no access to a computer. I was going through withdrawal. But here it is, for all of those of you who care to read it. I'm having a lot of fun writing this and will keep going. The chapters won't come as often as the first ones did because of school, but I'll get them out eventually.
This human was different. This one doesn't want to kill the earth. Maybe not all of them did. She had killed many humans for her cause, but maybe not all of them deserved it. It didn't matter anyway: they died in the place of the others who would live and deserved to die. But she had thought all humans deserved to die just this morning. Now? Now she wasn't sure. There was much to think about and traveling with this human might help her to understand. The Char is confusing. He said that he did not like humans either until he met this one, and yesterday he risked his life to save her. In doing so he evolved. Strange, his evolution was. Pokemon only evolve if they have become too strong for their present form. At least, that is what she thought. Another belief is questioned. Her secure little world that she had erected around herself was falling apart.
She looked up at him and studied his face. He was strong, both outwardly and inwardly. She had witnessed his physical strength during their battle the day before. He was a worthy opponent, that he was. But his physical strength was not what she was looking for; his well-muscled body showed that without searching. No, it was the look in his eyes. There was something there that showed confidence and character. He fought for what he believed in. That was just it: what he believed in. She didn't believe in anything but false hopes. He noticed her staring at him unashamedly out of the corner of his eye.
"What are you looking at?"
"Your stripes," the umbreon said.
The charizard looked forward at the road in front of them and continued to walk. "What about them?"
"You have no need to be ashamed of them. In fact, it is because of those stripes that you are so strong."
Abadon stopped walking and studied her. "Explain."
"Well," Chasm began. She continued on past the Char, not looking at him while she talked. "I have witnessed it on number of occasions, that I have. In this ever-changing world, its inhabitants constantly adapt and change themselves to survive. Most species of pokemon are one element, or if they control more, the corresponding elements are similar to the main one."
"Where is this going?" Abadon asked with a sigh.
"You're the impatient one, now aren't you?"
"Forgive me if I'm not overwhelmingly friendly toward you. You did try to kill us recently, remember?"
"I have not forgotten Child of Flame, I have simply put it behind me. You should do the same."
"It's not as easy as that for me. But please," he said sarcastically, "continue."
"Two elements used together that do not normally have anything in common create something new that is stronger than the both of them separately. That is what has happened with you."
"What?" Abadon asked, suddenly so interested he almost grabbed for Chasm to get her to say more.
"You are mainly a fire type, but the need for adaptation to survive has caused your fiery hide to join forces with the darkness. Thus comes the reason for your stripes. This is also how you were able to see the aura of darkness surrounding me last night and follow my quick movements. Your 'mutation,' as you so kindly referred to it earlier, has saved your life, as it was intended to do."
"Wait," said Erin, cutting in on the conversation. She had looked behind her a few minutes ago and noticed the two pokemon talking to each other a ways back, so she went to discover the topic of their conversation. "So are you telling me that Abadon is part of some… super race of pokemon? Ones that are stronger than the others of their kind?"
"Something of that sort, to be sure," Chasm said coolly as she began to walk again. "I have seen it before. Once, when I was traveling over a mountain, I saw a simple beedrill, which are usually a weak species, overcome a graveler by combining its poison sting with a water based attack."
"But that's impossible!" said Erin. "Beedrill can't use water attacks."
"And a charizard shouldn't be able to use the attacks of a dark type, but Abadon was able to partly absorb my attack last night, which most likely saved his life, if not even assisted in his evolution. A normal Char wouldn't have been able to do that, and a normal beedrill wouldn't have been able to use a water attack, but both happened, which simply enforces my theory."
"But I can't use dark attacks; I've never been able to."
"That is simply a barrier that you have put around yourself because of society's weak-mindedness and inability to accept that something could come about that they were not aware of. No fault of yours, I'm sure," she added sarcastically.
All of them stopped speaking, each lost in their own thoughts. The sky was light blue, dotted with the occasional white puff of cloud. A cool breeze swept back and forth across the landscape, forcing the humidity away. The group had come across a number of small rivers that day. They were headed toward the ocean, so it was only to be expected.
Abadon tried out his new wings later in that day: once Erin said that he was strong enough. He wasn't that skillful in the beginning, but quickly got the hang of it. Soon, he was performing dives, loops, and twists, all to the delight of his audience. Erin was proud of him, but Chasm looked on with mild interest. This was how she seemed to view the rest of the world, so Abadon was not offended. He sped up and flew high in the air, so that he looked no more than an orange speck on a clear blue plain.
Chasm raised her head and sniffed the breeze that blew from the north. "Something is ahead of us that I have never smelled before. I don't know what it is, and I don't like that."
Erin halted her step and glanced around warily. "Should we go see what it is? Maybe it's friendly."
"Perhaps. It doesn't appear to be that large, that it doesn't. But I'm not going to let my guard down."
"Maybe we should call Abadon," suggested Erin as she shielded her eyes from the sun and looked up, searching the sky for the Char.
"I doubt we will need him for this. I am a formidable foe."
"I know. You attacked us last night, remember?" she didn't say this with malice; Erin was simply stating a fact.
"Neither you or the orange one will never let me forget, it seems."
"All right then, let's go see what it was that you smelled." Erin continued to walk forward, keeping a lookout ahead of her. Chasm had sharper vision, but couldn't see as far because of her short stature. Erin had offered to let her sit on her shoulder, but the umbreon blatantly refused. Erin wasn't sure if it was because of pride or if Chasm still felt a small hatred toward her for being a human. Perhaps it was a little bit of both.
Then she noticed something slightly out of the ordinary. Next to a small strip of a river they were near was a tiny, purplish-pink blob of fur. It couldn't have been more than five inches in diameter. Erin stopped and pointed to it. "Is that what you smelled, Chasm?"
The umbreon looked at it and sniffed the air once more. "Yes. Its scent is new to me. Usually I can at least identify a pokemon's type from their scent. Like Abadon up there: I would know he was a fire type from the burnt smell of ash he carries. This one however…I don't know."
"Let's get closer." Erin scooted closer to the mob of fur. It still didn't move, so she got slightly closer: still no movement. "I wonder what it is… Is it even a pokemon?" She was right next to it now and it still had done nothing to declare its existence. Erin reached out her hand.
"Careful," Chasm said, not realizing that she had shown compassion in that single word. Its significance was not lost on Erin, however.
Erin dared to poke it. Noting happened. "It's really wet. Maybe whatever it is drowned and is no longer alive," she said sadly. With this, she reached down and picked it up. Now that it was in her hands and not simply in a heap on the ground, Erin was able to examine it better. It wasn't as small as it originally appeared, but was still small enough to barely fit in her outstretched hand, so she held it using both. "I don't know what it is, but I might have seen a picture of it somewhere during a class at school. Maybe there was a picture of it on the Prof's computer in his lab…"
She studied it more. This creature had tiny round ears a long furry tail. It had a small nose and short front arms. Its hind legs were larger, but all in all, the pokemon wasn't that large to begin with. Erin put one hand on its chest. A faint heartbeat was felt. "It's still alive!" she said excitedly. "But he's cold and needs to be warmed up to live for much longer. Can you call Abadon," she asked Chasm, "while I find some wood for a fire?"
"If you insist." She turned her head to the sky and let out a long low howl. It wasn't the same kind of howl as a houndour or a manectric, it was much calmer and a different pitch entirely. It wasn't as much of a yelp as it was a long sad moan. She looked over to see Erin staring at her. "Umbreon needed to call each other over long distances at one point as well, that we did, before our kind were so scarce. Weren't you going to find wood to make a fire?"
"Oh, yes, right. Sorry." With that, Erin walked into the woods. When she came out with an armful of adequately sized wood, Abadon was standing by Chasm.
"I have explained everything to him already, that I have. Set the wood down so we can save the life of whatever this thing is."
Still holding the limp mystery creature in one hand, Erin dropped the various sticks in a pile, which Abadon lit by blowing a good-sized flame on it. "We want to warm it up, not scorch it," said Chasm when she saw the size of the fire.
Erin saw Abadon about to open his mouth to make a retort. "Please don't argue right now. Let's just try and help this little guy, ok?" The two pokemon sat down promptly and turned their heads away from each other, scowling.
Erin too, sat down. She pulled up a few handfuls of soft grass from near the river and made a makeshift bed for him. She set him down on it and searched through her bag. She pulled out an almost-empty bottle of healing potion. It wasn't as strong as Super Potion or Max Heal, but it was what Professor Chronal could spare when she left the academy. Erin never thought there would be a time where she would have to use it.
"Why's there barely any left in there?" asked Abadon.
"It was full, but I used most of it last night on you and Chasm, to help you to heal. I probably used too much, but I wanted to make sure you would be ok." She wasn't sure if a healing potion would help a drown victim, but it certainly couldn't hurt. He probably had a few cuts and bruises anyway. With that done, all that was left was to wait.
"I wonder what it is. We learn about all the types and species of pokemon at school, but for the life of me I can't remember anything about one that looked like this. Maybe it's one of those 'Lost Pokemon' that the Prof talks about sometimes. He says that there are some pokemon that haven't been seen in so long that even their legends have been forgotten; only their names remain, but even that is sometimes forgotten and we don't remember what they look like. I remember some of them. Probably more than most of the students, but again that's only because I hung out so much in Professor Chronal's lab and he taught me stuff like that. There was one called Z…um, Zapdos! That's what it was. He thinks that because it has the word 'zap' in the name that it must be some sort of electric type, and he's probably right. Let's see," she continued to think, trying to remember other Legendaries that the world had disregarded. "There was… Entei. And Suicune. Kygore, I think, and Celibi. I can't remember any more right now."
Then Abadon had an idea. "Erin! Why don't you use the pokedex? You said that Chronal told you that he got the information from a really old pokedex, one from during the time that the Legendaries were still partly believed in, right? Maybe it has the information of this pokemon in it. It couldn't hurt to try, could it?"
"Abadon!" Erin said, ecstatic. "That's a wonderful idea. I can't believe that I didn't think of that already." She searched through her bag once more and found the pokedex that Chronal had recreated. "Here it is." Erin pressed the button that flipped it open and turned it on. The computer was the first thing that it showed, as before, but Erin had opened it up facing toward Abadon. The holographic computer disappeared and tiny hologram of Abadon materialized. Every move that Abadon made, the holographic one did the same.
A man's voice came from the pokedex. It said, "Charizard: the flame pokemon. Spits fire that is hot enough to melt boulders. Known to cause forest fires unintentionally. Breathing intense, hot flames, it can melt almost anything. Its breath inflicts terrible pain on enemies."
Abadon smiled sheepishly. "I don't cause forest fires."
"Right, you prefer Pokecenter fires." Erin laughed at Abadon's frown. "I'm just teasing you. Let's see what is says about Chasm." She turned it toward Chasm and the tiny charizard was replaced by an equally small umbreon.
"Umbreon," it said. "The moonlight pokemon. When agitated, this Pokemon protects itself by spraying poisonous sweat from its pores. On the night of a full moon, or when it gets excited, the ring patterns on its body glow yellow. The name comes from "Umbra", which means the blackest part of a shadow.
Chasm scoffed. "Only the frightened children ever spray poison. An umbreon that has been well trained has no need of such tactics."
"Well," said Erin. "It seems both of you have your opinions on how valid this information is. Let's see if it knows what our new friend is. She turned the pokedex so it focused on the pokemon on the ground.
"Mew. A pokemon thought by most to be nothing more than myth. Its DNA is said to contain the genetic codes of all Pokemon, so it can use all kinds of techniques."
All any of the three, human and pokemon alike, were able to do was stare at the tiny pokemon, struggling for life on the ground.
"A- a MEW!?!"
Oh yes, one more thing. Blair was really nice and told everyone reading her story to read mine, so now I'm plugging hers, which is really good, by the way. Everyone reading this should go and read hers. There is a serious lack of originality in the fan fics, especially Pokemon ones, but hers is spectacular. Her pen name is Keleri, and the story is Blackbird.
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