Well, I'm glad that this is actually being read! Kinda afraid at first, especially since writing a Pokemon story is new territory for me. But I'm sure that I'll be good after a bit.

And thank you ScytheRider for your review! I'm glad you like it (But sorry that the summary was confusing. I was unsure how to go about with it).

Chapter 1: Reborn

Styx the Houndoom was not at all enjoying his day. It was late, and he had yet to make a successful hunt. He was hungry; there was no doubt about it, and about ready to snap. All of the other pokemon were avoiding him, fearful that he would attack and try to eat them if given the chance. If it came to that, he probably would.

Treasure Town was experiencing a shortage in the receiving of supplies, including food. The meteor shower from a few days ago had left its mark all over the place, especially from the bigger meteors. Therefore, every time more food shipped in, people were lining up to get their share. Styx had no such luck. There would already be a mile-long line by the time he would get up every day, so he had almost no chance. Berry trees were also out of the question, since they were always picked clean. His only hope was that either the Guild would have some food, or that his luck would pick up, and he could find some prey. Even a bug sounded delicious now.

Styx kept to his thoughts, his head low to the ground to sniff out for anything. Suddenly, a flash of light caught his eyes. He immediately shot his head up, seeing the light waning in the distance. Something big was happening, and he was definitely going to find out what.

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Phloe had been bored, to say very the least. She had been faring quite well in the shortage, unlike much of Treasure Town. As a Treecko, and such being grass-type, she was able to handle the situation much better, especially in that she had her little house in the trees where she lived and stored all the food she could find. 'Better to stock up on as much as possible,' she had thought. Only problem being that now it seemed she had too much. 'Oh well,' she thought as she leapt from one tree to the next. 'I'll just bring some back into town tomorrow. Then again, that may bring attention. Better to do it when no one is looking.' She smirked.

Coming into a clearing, she came upon a multitude of flowers, their color creating a mosaic effect on the ground as the wind swept them gently to and fro. She would have taken that moment to relax and enjoy the sight if things hadn't turned for the worst. The wind picked up suddenly, violently whipping around her. If that wasn't enough, a small dot of light appeared in the middle of the field, rising up slowly before stopping several feet off of the ground. A moment later it burst in a blinding flash of light, causing Phloe to drop down in fear. Shutting her eyes, she held her hands over her head as the light intensified, quickly growing and creating a roar of thunderous noise. Before she knew it, both the noise and light vanished.

Cautiously she lifted her hands from her head and cautiously squinted through her eyes. She gasped at what she saw.

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Styx had seen the light and heard the roar. He ran as fast as his four legs could move towards the site of the event. His curiosity was getting the better of him, despite his mind telling him that something was off. Shaking off the feeling, he continued on. Using Flamethrower, he torched any brush or trees that got into his way. He had to be fast to get there in case there may be no trace of what happened in a few minutes time. Not long after he saw the edge of the trees leading into what looked to be a small clearing. Charging forward, he grinned knowing that his destination was in reach.

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"Hey…are you alright?"

I clamped my hands over my ears, trying to put the voice out. My brain felt like it was being thrashed around my head, and I could do nothing about it.

"Come on, I need to know that you're at least not dying."

'Dying?' I thought. Doubt it. More like just a massive headache. Groaning, I slowly rolled myself onto my stomach, and then pushed myself into a sitting position. Funny, I felt a little shorter. Probably just because I can't tell much right with my throbbing head. "Ugh." I said. Whoever was in front of me, my guess a girl by her voice, breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good then," she said. Her tone of voice then took on a bit more of a friendly tone, not so much serious and frightened as before. "You can open your eyes you know. It probably won't kill you." I groaned again. Too much talking, too much noise. "What's the matter, you got a headache or something?"

"More than you can imagine." I grumbled. As I spoke, I finally opened my eyes, the light burning intensely. I squeezed my eyes shut before slowly beginning to open them a second time. This time I could do it with less irritation, but it still took a second for me to adjust. Looking around, I saw that I was in what appeared to be a clearing in some forest. I could see some mountains far in the distance ahead of me, and storm clouds hung high above them.

I looked around, trying to find the girl that I had been speaking to. Turning this way and that, I saw no one. In fact, all I heard was a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves of the trees. Although strangely enough, there was a lone Treecko standing a few feet in front of me. It stared at me questioningly, as if waiting for me to say something. Shrugging, I finally stood up on my two feet. Then things got really freaky.

The Treecko was standing at about my height, maybe only an inch or so shorter. That meant either one of two things: that I was somehow at that weird animatronic pokemon amusement park, or that I had shrunk. I really hoped the former to be true.

"Something wrong?" the girl's voice said again. I thrashed my head wildly trying to find her, but still found no luck in my search. Unless… "Did you just…talk to me?" I asked the Treecko. It gave me a 'you gotta be kidding me' look before speaking directly to me.

"Uh, yeah. What, your parents tell you Treeckos were speech impaired or something?"

"No, no! That's not it, it's just that you're a pokemon and you're…talking." She looked at me like I was crazy. "Well duh," she said, shaking her head. "All pokemon can talk. Everyone knows that, you weird little Squirtle."

"What?!" I exclaimed, completely confused by what she said. "Sq-Squirtle? No, you have it all wrong. I-I'm a hu-human!" Even as I spoke, I had a feeling I was wrong, but didn't want find out. "N-no, that's impossible. I…I am a-"

I was cut off when a blast of flames broke through a small section of forest, creating a hole that an average sized Houndoom walked through. And while he was average sized, to me he almost looked like a giant. Yes, I realized that in fact I was a Squirtle after looking myself over. Light blue skin, a shell, and a curled tail. Great, just wonderful.

The Houndoom looked me and the Treecko over, before taking a big whiff of the surrounding air. His eyes shot open in alarm, the pupils narrowing into slits. He glared at me, his tail flicking this way and that. "HUMAN!" he screamed. "You! You reek of human! Just what are you?!" I gulped in fear, frozen to the spot on which I stood.

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Styx POV

I knew something had been amiss the whole time. Now I know why. This Squirtle, there was definitely something wrong with him. Sure, he looked like most other Squirtles. But his scent…it wasn't normal. It was human through and through. Humans have never touched this land. They never dared. But here, here is the first sign of humans touching this land in…ever.

I quickly made the decision to end it there. 'Humans must never be allowed here,' I thought. 'If they took this…all would be ruined. I cannot allow that!'

"Meal time!" I shouted, licking my lips before lunging forward at the frightened Squirtle. Inches from him, I was slammed aside. The Treecko had decided to help that…human, and used a Pound attack on me. Traitor. I guess she would have to go first, this Squirtle seemed too frightened to do anything anyway. "Bring it!" I screamed as I used a Bite on her, crushing the bones in her left arm. I savored the resulting scream; it made me feel so much better after the past few weeks. She used another Pound on me, freeing her hand. Blast. My prey got away.

I could see her twenty feet from my side, panting while gripping her injured arm. Her blood was freely dripping down it. She seemed to ignore the pain long enough to prepare an attack. Next thing I knew, my energy began to be sapped from me. An Absorb attack? "Heh, no problem." I said. The yellow orbs of energy going to her were nothing compared to what was left in me. This fight…it was completely one-sided.

Smirking, I felt the heat rise within me to unleash a devastating Flamethrower.

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Main Char. POV

I couldn't move. I was too confused, too afraid to do anything. That Treecko…she saved me. She was risking her life to save me, and she doesn't even know me. Really, I don't even know me. I think I was a human…no, I'm sure of it. But now I'm a Squirtle all of a sudden. Yeah, doesn't make a bit of sense.

I could see the Houndoom staring the Treecko down. She was bleeding pretty badly from her left arm, it definitely hurt her from the way she was clutching it and biting her lip. The Houndoom was grinning madly at her. I couldn't let him injure her anymore, especially with the type advantage he had.

I saw him open his mouth, and tiny flames began to jump out. I could see from where I stood that the back of his throat was beginning to light up. He was preparing a Flamethrower, which would seriously hurt that Treecko, if not kill her. Looking at her, I could see that she realized the same, but she was too weak to move out of the way. That meant it was all up to me. But, I didn't know how to do anything. No attacks, no nothing. It's not like I could learn right here and now…could I?

"Stop," I said, squeezing my eyes shut. "Stop it. Stop it!" I yelled more forcefully this time. Taking a deep breath, I quickly exhaled, unleashing a small torrent of bubbles straight at the Houndoom.

Moments before the Flamethrower was unleashed, he looked to his side and saw the Bubble attack. Too late to react before they made contact, they hit him directly, knocking him out of focus for his own attack. Instead of hitting the Treecko, the fire harmlessly blasted into the sky.

My attack seemed to have shaken the Houndoom, I could see that he definitely wasn't expecting it. Truthfully, neither was I. He shook his head before snarling at me. "Kid, listen here. I know you're human, I can smell it. You can't hide that fact, everyone will know. And they will turn on you. Humans as pokemon…that's ridiculous, but I see it here." He spat a few embers at the ground before continuing. "I'm done with this. But hear me now: I'll be back for you. If you don't disappear anytime soon, I'll make sure you do. Limb by limb." Laughing to himself, he straightened a bit before taking off, running in the direction opposite from where he came from.

After he left, the Treecko breathed a sigh of relief before finally collapsing to the ground, barely conscious. "Ah!" I exclaimed, running over to help her. Struggling to learn to use my new stubby limbs, I pulled her up and hefted her onto the back of my shell. She moaned softly from the pain of her shattered arm, clutching it with her other arm.

"You're going to have to hold on you know. I need to take you somewhere to get healed…but then again, I don't really know where." She mumbled something to me, but I couldn't hear her. "Sorry, could you repeat that?" I asked. She said it again. "Take me…to the big tree. You can't miss it. It looks different from the others. It's that way." She pointed off to the west, where the Sun looked about near to set before she finally fell unconscious. I began to think, how much time passed since that fateful night anyways?

Not bothering to worry myself with that question, I began to trudge through the clearing, heading in the direction she had pointed. Entering the forest, I was soon surrounded by voices from some pokemon. It seemed as if a bit of them lived out in little houses within these trees, wherever I was, that is.

I began to quicken my pace along, hoping to get to where she said to go before it was too late. The blood from her arm continued to flow freely; I could only imagine the amount she lost already. I could feel her heart grow fainter with every few steps I took. Just how far away was this tree anyways?

I noticed that a few pokemon were watching me in almost horrified silence as I walked on. I looked at them, pleading with my eyes for help. "Please!" I shouted, my voice slightly shaking. "I need help! She needs to get to a big tree; I guess that's her home or something. Can someone please help?!" None of them moved, instead continuing to just stare in solemn silence.

A few minutes later I heard what sounded like hooves clattering towards us. A Ponyta galloped in front of me, pulling along a vine attached to a giant leaf. A Blissey ran up beside it.

"Get on!" she cried in a high-pitched voice. Complying, I laid the Treecko on the leaf before situating myself on it next to her. The Ponyta nodded, and began to gallop off to who knows where, the Blissey running to keep up. I held onto the leaf with one hand, and the Treecko with the other. After what seemed like forever, we slowed down before finally stopping. The Ponyta dropped the vine from its mouth, and snorted as the Blissey caught up. She grabbed the Treecko and pulled her along while I took a look around.

In front of me was the absolute biggest tree I have ever seen. It seemed to stretch a couple hundred feet into the sky, far higher than any of the surrounding trees. I could see the Blissey open a door at its base, and pull the Treecko inside. The Ponyta followed closely behind, shutting the door. Snapping from my trance, I ran to it. "Hey, wait for me!" I yelled, running inside.

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Inside, the Blissey immediately set to work on cleaning the blood up and stopping it. She had numerous herbs and berries nearby, as well as what I could presume to be crude medical supplies. The Treecko began to wince as a medicine was applied to her bite wounds. I just sat against a wall, continuing to watch in fear. "Please…," I whispered. "Please be okay. Don't die from that, please don't die…"

So how did this go? Two characters introduced, both will play roles later on. I'll put the next chapter up in a few days while I get ahead on a few more. See ya later!