(Hi1 I'd just like to say, please review! It makes me happy that people like my stories, and I don't want to write for no one. Please read and review! Okay, for disclaimer: I have Michelle, aka Pinkpelt, to read. Go read her stories, goddamnit.
Michelle/Pinkpelt: Sugar hooker don't own pokemon. Or me. Or anything else but Luna.
Added Disclaimer: All pokemon owned by Luna are my own in the games. Which I won copies of, but not the rights to... and I'm confuzzling myself. ON WITH ZE STORY!)
They rushed at her as one wave of death. Luna slammed her foot upward, sticking the knife in her boots into someone's stomach. She slashed the boot from side to side, then pulled it out. "Thank you, woodshop." She was successful for a while, but there were so many people, that she began to lose hope. Until she spotted Cybela and Nyeros. Cybela had levitated the preacher, rending him powerless, and Nyeros brutally slaughtered the villagers, along with Azrael, Feraia, and Merope. Luna picked her way through the bodies, and stood face-to-face with the preacher. She grinned at Cybela. "Bring me the head of the preacher man." And she brought a knife down on him, and he knew no more. She stood up, as the wet slap of the preacher's head on the ground resounded. And then the silence. The unnatural silence of the slain. Luna was suddenly aware that she had just slaughtered an entire village. (A/N: Yeah, oops.)
"Well, since it's not on the map, I suppose we can burn it down, right, you two?!" Azrael and Feraia nodded. "We're so glad you're safe..." Luna gestured to the three pokemon. "Thank them." She turned to the three of them. "We're burning this place down, you know. If you want, you can come with me. You'll be safe, and I…" "Want to make us lapdogs or slaves, I assume?! Or better yet, killing machines?!" Merope spat. Luna shook her head. "Nah. I just want to be your friend. I don't want killing machines, slaves, or lapdogs out of my pokemon; I want independent, capable friends. As equals, not master and servant, not even trainer and trained. I want you to come with me by your own free will, as friends." They were stunned. The honesty of her words was evident in her eyes. Nyeros bowed his head. "I will stay with you, through everything, and I will be proud to fight at your side, Luna Ashforth." Luna smiled. Cybela nodded. "…Yes." She smiled. "Welcome to the team, Cybela, Nyeros." He yowled happily. Cybela looked down, but smiled. Luna looked at Merope. "And you?" Merope looked at her paws. "Well… you have proven yourself to be a exemplary human being. I have but one question; why don't you care that I am a disaster pokemon? A prophecy was cast at my birth that I would end the world. Do you not care?" Luna shrugged.
"No, not really. People think I'm crazy, or strange, because I love my pokemon more than people, or that I dress the way I do, or that I'm fat, but it doesn't mean all the awful things they say are true." Merope was surprised. She tried one last thing; "I could kill you. I'm strong enough." Luna nodded. "Yep, you could kill me, but I know you won't. I trust you." Merope was truly, finally, stunned. "Well, then, yes, I go with you of my own free will, Luna Ashforth." Luna smiled happily. "Great! Welp, we've got one final task. Burning this hellhole down." Feraia and Azrael obliged, hitting each building with a Flamethrower. As they walked away, Luna mused, "Huh. Didn't know blood was that flammable." The flames lit their way, but no one was still any good at directions. An hour later, after searching for an exit…"Okay, we're lost." Merope sighed.
"Goddamnit, let me lead the way." She sliced a path through the trees, until they ended up in Utahara Town. "I love you so much right now, it's not even funny." Azrael groaned. Merope let a small smile escape. "Well, I am awesome." Luna laughed. "Okay, let's practice before we try the gym this time. We won last time by a simple fluke." Azrael nodded. "Okay, since Azrael and Fera are going to do a lot of the fighting, this being a grass-type gym, I think he should go first. Azrael, try to hit that tree across the river." He nodded. It improved accuracy, since if he dipped down, the flames would be extinguished. It took an hour, but his flamethrower soon became perfect. "Fera, you try to use Flame Wheel like we practiced." Feraia nodded, and suddenly, all nine tails alighted. Spinning madly, the tree was soon burnt to cinders. "Alright, I want to see how well you three fight. Nyeros, use that Dark Pulse move you used before." He nodded, and soon enough, the dark aura was pouring out of the rings on his body. It swirled around, and Luna said, "Attack the rock!" Nyeros focused it on the rock. After an instant, the rock shattered. "Nice! Okay, what are your other moves?" Nyeros thought.
"Hmm… I suppose Crunch, Faint Attack, and Night Slash." Luna nodded. "Okay, good. Use Night Slash!" After ten minutes, Luna assessed that Merope was counterstrike-orientated, and Nyeros offensive. "Okay, Cybela. You're up!" She was fast, but her accuracy could be better. She hadn't learned to control her psychic powers. Luna made a mental note to work on it. Then, resting with her pokemon, it hit her; she'd never registered for the pokemon League. "SHIT!" She shot up. "Let's go!" They nodded, following her. It was a strange sight; the girl with neon black and purple hair, albino skin, and black clothes, leading five pokemon straight through town like she was a queen. Almost everyone was staring, including a blonde-haired trainer, him especially with interest. "Wow, why's everyone staring?" Luna questioned. Merope slapped a paw to her head. "Well, let's see. None of us are in our pokeballs, you're blaring music through your headphones, and you look like you've just escaped from a circus or a mental asylum!! So no, I don't know why they're staring, Luna!" Merope screeched, voice dripping with hysterical sarcasm. Luna nodded dreamily. "But what you just said sounds about right." "…" Merope proceeded to bang her head on the nearest building. "God help me." She hissed. Cybela purred. Luna headed to the giant building reading: "POKEMON LAB AND REGISTRATION." "Sounds right!" Luna knocked on the door. "HEY!" A woman smoking a cigarette answered. Her lab coat was purple, a shade darker than Luna's hair, and her outfit underneath was a soft ocean blue pair of pants, and a silver top. Her strawberry blond hair was smeared in ink, and piled into a bun.
"Oh, hey. You're here for your first pokemon?" Luna shook her head. "Nah, I'm just here to register for the League." The woman sighed in relief. "Thank Jeebus, we're outta pokemon. C'mon in, the other three trainers are waiting. Oh, and I'm Professor Monarch Foxglove Elm. My parents were botanists with a fondness for long names." "I'm Luna Ashforth. I hate to be rude, but are you related to Professor Elm?" She grinned. "Yeah, he's my dork of a brother. He studies pokemon eggs, but I study the myth of Pokemon." "Really?" Luna asked excitedly as they headed to the lab. "Yeah; you sound interested. Hey, how 'bout you come here tonight, after things have died down? I'm sure you'd love to have some company besides your Pokemon!" "HEY!" They chorused angrily. "Guys, relax. She doesn't know." She said mentally. Prof. Monarch opened a door, to a small, outdoors lab. Three trainers were waiting there; two girls and a boy. The girls were tapping their feet impatiently; one had reddish-orange hair, and freckles. The other girl had dyed blue hair and brown eyes. The boy was staring at the sky; he was wearing a plain black hoodie. His shirt was a tight black one with AMOUR LA MORTE inscribed on it; his hair was black, down to his shoulders with a few silver streaks. (Yes, I'm being incredibly descriptive, but he will be an important character, and I like describing things. Shut up.) "Okay, well, you're the newest trainers, right?" Prof. Monarch said lazily. The three nodded. "Righto, your names, then?" The orange-and-red girl chirped, "I am Max Hirule!" The blue haired girl whispered,
"I'm Chria Roarch." The boy looked down from the sky. "Um, I'm Salem Falcore." Prof. Monarch nodded. "Okay, well, since my brother was nice enough to send a couple pokemon here, along with a few of his friends, they're quite varied." She released a Cyndaquil, a Chikorita, and a Torchic. "Sorry about the lack of water pokemon. The Mudkip Birch sent has been picked." Salem nodded, and then took the Cyndaquil. "Please god, don't name it Blaze." Luna groaned. "Why?" Luna sighed. "Just trust me, okay?" Max wrinkled her nose in thought, licking her lips. "Erms… okay, I want the Chikorita!" "Chika!" It chirped. Chria petted the Torchic. "Well, I guess it's just you and me, sweetie." Prof. Monarch stood up. "Well, I s'pose you're ALL going to need pokedexes, eh?" She gestured to Luna. "Why don't you tell them your name, huh?" Luna jumped. "Right! I'm Luna Ashforth." Salem looked at her. "Don't you want a pokemon?" He asked softly. She shook her head. "I've got mine! This is Feraia, Azrael, Merope, Cybela, and Nyeros." They inclined their heads. Salem nodded. "Right, well, since we've never fought before, could you fight the three of us?" She nodded. "After the Pokedexes?" Prof. Monarch returned. "Okay, here are the new models!" She handed Salem a silver one, about the size and shape of a dual paperback novel. She handed Chria a red one, Max got an orange one, and Luna got obsidian. She opened it in front of Azrael.
"Houndoom. The Reaper Pokemon. Folklore says this pokemon is the incarnation of the Grim Reaper, using flames from hell as an attack." Luna blinked. "Wow." She opened it in front of Merope. "Absol. The disaster Pokemon. It is said this being only travels down from the mountains to warn people of impending danger." "See, Merope! You warn people of danger; you don't cause it!" Merope looked unsure, but couldn't help smiling. She opened it for Sythne. "Umbreon. The Moonlight Pokemon. The full moon sends this pokemon into a trance, bringing back otherworldly power." "Okay, Fera." The Pokedex beeped. "No data." "Huh?" Luna was confused. "It's probably because I'm a hybrid. Don't worry." Feraia reassured her.Last, Cybela. "Espeon. The Seer Pokemon. Legend says that this pokemon can see every plane of existence, including the future, past, and events happening in other worlds. Luna whistled. "Damn, that's awesome." Prof. Monarch said, "How about you all give battling a shot, then I'll register you?" They nodded. "There's some space out back. Come on."
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