This is my longest chapter yet! I might make some longer, though, so the record shall most likely be broken!

Chapter 11: Murkrow Kingdom

Ziggy and Ember ran slow enough for me to follow, as it was apparent that Ralts weren't made for running. I read up on some moves Ralts could use and found teleport among them. Imagine if I could do that, this would be over in a snap!

"Hey, you two," Ziggy called, "The smell is getting stronger!" We hid behind a bush and looked to see what was on the other side. I saw nothing, but when I turned to Ziggy she was looking straight up with a scared look on her face. Once I looked up I saw why.

At the top of the trees was a whole society of Murkrow in nests. I was hoping that there would have only been one. That's probably why there were so many. We huddled together to try and think of something.

"How are we supposed to get the stuff from them now?!" Ember whispered.

"I don't know, I was hoping there would be only one," I whispered, quoting my previous thoughts.

"I just hope we don't get caught," whispered Ziggy. Just then, five Murkrow poked their heads into the bush.

"You three know that you were trying to hide behind a bush from pokemon with a birds eye view, right?"

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The Murkrow had us put in a cage they had probably stolen from a place that sold birds as pets. Oh, the irony.

"How are we gonna get outta here?" asked Ember.

"The lock seems simple. If I had thumbs I could just turn it and push it open!" I said. A thought came to me, "Hey, Ziggy, you have opposable thumbs, correct?"

"Yes, I do. Why?" said the raccoon-like pokemon.

"You can open this cage easily with those thumbs!" Ember realized, looking at the lock.

Before, Ziggy had a chance to begin their escape plan, a group of Murkrows came and lifted the cage into the air. After their ride ended they were put in front of their leader, a Honchkrow. "What possessed you urchins to wander within our territory without our permission?!" he barked, "We are having enough problems as it is! We do not need you to cause us more problems, you little pests! I rule this kingdom, so I shall solve its problems! Now quit giving me more to fret about!"

Apparently this bird was considered royalty within this avian society. It was best not to get him mad. "Your majesty, pardon us for trespassing. We only came because a few of your fellow Murkrow have taken objects from us that we consider very dear to us," I said, as formally as I could.

The other two looked at me funny, but got the picture when they saw the Honchkrow's face. "I see you are not just pests, but smart pests. Due to you not being idiots I shall allow you to live!" Whoa, I didn't know our lives were at stake, "However, any object our kingdom's soldiers retrieve is property of the Murkrow Kingdom. So says I, King Krow!" said he, King Krow.

"B-but I really need that watch!" whined Ziggy.

"And the relic stolen from me is very important to me!" I exclaimed.

This did not improve King Krow's mood the slightest, "Perhaps I had thought too much of you. You seem to be too selfish for my mercy."

"Us?! Selfish?! You're the ones who keep all this stuff because they're shiny! We actually need that stuff!" Ember protested.

"Hrmph! I did indeed think too much of you! I now have no choice but to sentence you three to death!" Ember had a shocked look in his face at that remark. Ziggy began to cry at these words. As for me, I cursed my luck. Not only was I in a deep mess, but so were Ember and Ziggy. Perhaps there was a way out of this. I, unfortunately, couldn't think of one.

Suddenly, all the Murkrow began to fly in random directions in a panic. Most of them yelling that 'he' was back. During the confusion, King Krow left in an attempt to bring order back to his kingdom. I had just thought of a way out.

When he left, I signaled Ziggy to hurry up. At first confused, she eventually got the message and opened the lock.

We were high up in a tree, but we weren't all that scared. Ziggy was a Zigzagoon, who were natural climbers. Ember jumped between his home and mine on a daily basis. As for me, I liked to climb trees in general. As soon as we reached the bottom, we saw who 'he' was.

A Tyrogue was rampaging throughout the land, beating up as many Murkrow as possible. King Krow was up on a branch relaying orders, and sometimes attacking as well. "Why are they all losing to him?" I asked.

"That Tyrogue must be really strong! It probably can't decide whether to evolve into a Hitmonlee, Hitmonchan, or Hitmontop." Ember told me, "It'll probably stay that way untill it decides."

We were about to sneak away from the fray when we suddenly heard the Tyrogue yell, "YOU!" His words caused us to stop in our tracks and turn around. The Tyrogue was staring straight at us, or more specifically, me. "You are a psychic type, correct?" I nodded. The grin on his face grew larger, "I have been searching for one of you! I am naturally weak against psychic types, which I am hoping to correct. I have already defeated forty-two other psychic types. I feel I am close to my goal. I shall not let you leave without a fight!" he said, all the while pointing at me like some action star.

I looked around at my surroundings and saw all the Murkrow and the Honchkrow injured around the Tyrogue. My chivalrous side was feeling pity for them, so I said, "How about a deal? If I win, then you shall leave these Murkrow alone. They don't seem to stand a chance against you."

"And if I win?"

I thought about that for a while, "Then I shall give you this bowtie!" Not the best of terms, I know, but I had nothing.

"Meh, sure. As long as I get a fight!" the Tyrogue then looked at me menacingly, "But let me warn you, I have been hit by more psychic blasts than you could imagine! I am almost immune! HAHAHA!"

And so our fight began. Tyrogue closed his eyes and focused, clearly waiting for me to make the first move. He was planning to shrug off whatever psychic attack I threw at him and attack me back!

WHAP!!! "Hey, Look! I found another stick!"

A dumbfounded Tyrogue stood up from that attack, "W-what are you doing?! Aren't you a psychic type?!"

"That doesn't mean I can't pick up a stick and fight you with it. Besides, I don't know how to use my psychic attacks," my horns suddenly began to sense fear, "Now I'm guessing that you spent so much time becoming resistant to special attacks that you forgot to build up your resistance to physical ones, didn't you?"

He nodded. A fighting type resistant to psychic attacks but weak against everything else. Go figure.

"But I can still fight you!" he yelled and charged at me. He almost head butted me but I was barely able to dodge it. He then turned to me and threw what seemed to be swift shuriken at me. Since when was he a ninja?

The stars hit me and launched me back a bit. I tried to hit him with my stick, but he somehow protected himself. His following head but made me fly back farther. "HAHAHA! You cannot defeat me! I shall be the only Tyrogue to brag that he has beaten a hundred psychics someda-" the rock I threw at him shut him up.

Before he had a chance to react, I pounced on him and pinned him to the floor, giving Ember a look. Ember immediately knew what I was up to and ran next to us. Slamming his palm on the ground, he counted to three. "What is going on?" asked Tyrogue, confused by our actions.

"It's called wrestling!" I said.

"Very strong humans play it all the time!" Ember explained, "First one to pin the other for three counts wins!"

Tyrogue seemed to understand what this meant, "I have been defeated by a psychic! At a physical sport, no less!" he turned to me, "Ralts! What is your name?"

"Jonathan."

"Very well, Jonathan. My name is Brick! Remember, for I shall challenge you one day! Pride yourself in being the only psychic to defeat me!" he then turned to the Murkrow, "As for you, pigeons, I shall keep my promise and spare you! Farewell!" he said and left in a flashy way.

"Weirdo," muttered Ziggy.

My horns suddenly picked up someone nearby feeling worry. I also barely heard someone yell my name. I realized it was Jenny. "Guys, Jenny came out to look for us! C'mon, lets get outta here!" The three of us ran in the direction I felt the emotion from before the Murkrow could catch up. We eventually ran into Jenny, who looked so worried. Once she saw us, she almost cried with happiness.

She picked us up, and took us all home.

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It was now nighttime. Mark and Sam (Ziggy's buddy in case you forgot) were practically pulling their hairs out before Jenny reunited them with their pokemon. It was good to be home, but I had, unfortunately, lost my relic. Just then, I heard tapping on the window. It had better not be Ember, ready to pounce.

I opened the window and almost had a heart attack. There on the fire escape was none other than King Krow and like a hundred Murkrow. "Greetings, young Jonathan."

"W-what do you want?!" I was about to panic, but slowly began to calm down when my horns felt apologetic from the direction of King Krow.

"I have come to give you a royal apology. We hope you shall pardon our mistreatment of you while you were in our kingdom. You saved our land from possible destruction, even though we gave you the death sentence. On behalf of the Murkrow Kingdom, I present you with your lost relic." A Murkrow flew down and gave me back my relic, which I swiftly hid in my hair. "The lost watch shall be returned to your friend, but we still feel indebted to you. Should you ever need our assistance in the future, we shall be willing to lend a feather, as long as our power is not abused."

"Thank you, your majesty," I felt it was appropriate to call him that, lest he change his mind again.

Once that was over, they all flew in unison away into the night sky. I looked down onto the fire escape and groaned. Jenny had punished me for leaving without her knowing by having me clean up.

Now I had to clean the feathers and Murkrow droppings off the fire escape.