Hey, guys! I'm back again with another chapter! I'm glad that I'm back this soon. If you read the last chapter, which I highly recommend, as otherwise, you won't understand anything in this chapter, you'll know that it took me a good week to get that chapter up, as I had so many difficulties, technical or not. Anyway, enough about that, let's get to the chapter!


The first few people who managed to successfully mount their Rhyhorn spent the next few minutes gloating about it while watching the other campers fail, much to the disdain of said campers a few moments later.

"Okay, okay!" Serena exclaimed, causing everyone to stop in their tracks. "I can see that a lot of you are struggling, but keep trying! I'll come around and help you!"

The campers nodded, proceeding to continue their attempts.

Serena walked over to Ash, feeling as though he needed the most help, as his Rhyhorn would always run a few paces forwards before stopping at the exact same time as Ash left the ground, causing him to land in a very painful position every time, being the "splits."

"I see you're having a bit of trouble, Ash," Serena said with a giggle as she walked over.

"More than a bit, Serena," Ash replied, slightly annoyed, but knowing that he didn't want to show it, as, Serena being Serena, would probably think that he was annoyed with her, which he wasn't.

"Here, I'll help," Serena said, walking over to the Rhyhorn.

"What are you going to do?" Ash asked, wondering how she was "helping."

"I'm going to try to calm it down and get it used to your touch. That way, it won't get so scared when you try to mount it."

"Okay," Ash said slowly. "How are you going to get it used to my touch? Do I need to do anything?"

"Let me calm it down first," Serena said, giggling a little. She reached out and placed her hand on the Rhyhorn's head, slowly petting and stroking it until it seemed to relax.

Serena proceeded to lead the Rhyhorn over to Ash, noting that it was getting a little cautious, most likely because it wasn't comfortable with him as he was previously trying to ride it.

"Just reach out slowly and do what I did," Serena told Ash, grabbing his hand which caused them both to blush before she placed it on the Rhyhorn's head.

Ash started to do the same as Serena did previously, petting it and stroking it, causing the Rhyhorn's face to become one of relaxing and contentment instead of fearful.

"Okay," Serena started. "Now all you need to do is try and mount it, but go slower this time."

Ash nodded, moving his hands to the Rhyhorn's neck, and, with a deep breath, managed to successfully mount the Rhyhorn, earning a cheer from the few people watching.

"Well done, Ash!" Serena exclaimed, going to hug him before stopping herself. Not only would it make the situation awkward, but it wouldn't work anyway seeing as Ash was now at least two foot taller than her thanks to being on a Rhyhorn.

"Thanks!" Ash exclaimed, clearly excited that he managed to do it correctly. "I couldn't have done it without your help though, Serena."

This caused Serena to blush a little, but she smiled at him nonetheless. "It's what I'm here to do, Ash."

A few moments of awkward silence passed between the two before Ash spoke up. "Well, you should probably get to helping everyone else," he told her, gesturing to the other campers who were still struggling.

Serena nodded begrudgingly, not wanting to have to leave Ash, but walking away anyway.


An hour later, everyone had gotten onto their Rhyhorn and had been taught how to control it. By now, they were all ready for the racing aspect of the day.

"Okay, everyone!" Sycamore exclaimed, gaining everyone's attention. "Seeing as we all know how to successfully mount a Rhyhorn, now is time for the races. I have a hat here and inside the hat is a load of small pieces of paper. Each bit of paper has a different name on it, and I'm going to draw out four at a time, and the four that I pull out will be racing against each other. We won't be doing this like a tournament, as that may happen some other time, but we will make sure that everyone gets to race."

Everyone cheered hearing that, as they all knew that no-one would be ready for a tournament yet, but they all wanted to race. The only concern was having to race against Serena, as that would practically make it an instant loss.

Sycamore pulled four pieces of paper out of the hat and read out the names. "Matthew, Thomas, Lilly and Dex. You four are racing first."

Those four campers rode their Rhyhorn over to the starting line, making sure that no-one was an inch in front of the others.

"The end of the race is over here. What you need to do, is ride down this track," Sycamore said, pointing at the track which the four campers were ready to race down. "It's about one-hundred metres long, and when you get the end, you can see that it turns and connects to halfway down the track. When you start the race, keep going straight forward until you need to turn. We don't want any head-on collisions."

The riders nodded for a second before Sycamore blew his whistle, meaning that the race had started.

The four caused their Rhyhorn to lunge forward, each one attempting to get in front of the other.

The turn was coming up and by the time they were all on their way back, Dex was in the lead with Lilly close behind him.

Not even a few seconds later, Lilly had over-taken Dex and passed the finish line, meaning that she had won.

The other campers cheered as she finished, waiting patiently for Matthew to finish, as his Rhyhorn was constantly trying to go faster than he's like.

"The winner is Lilly!" Sycamore exclaimed, causing more cheering and applause.


The same format followed for a few hours. Only three or four races after the first one, everyone went to get lunch before coming back to continue. Surprisingly, Ash, Serena, Clemont or Bonnie hadn't been picked to race yet, until...

"Ash, Clemont, Serena and Bonnie!"

The four of them looked at Sycamore in shock. What were the chances that the four of them would be racing together?

The four of them stood up, got on their Rhyhorn, and rode them over to the starting line, ready to race.


Wow! What are the chances of that happening? Very high chances, actually, because no matter what, I was going to make it happen. Anyway, leave a review with anything you want in it, as I will approve. Yes, even 'hate.' It's merely constructive criticism, so I'll be happy to hear about what I need to improve. BYE!