Ash grinned as he surveyed the battle field. Pikachu was going strong, and his opponent, a young male with dirty blonde hair and wearing a black/blue tie-dye shirt, was down to one Pokemon according to the rules of the match.
The male grinned.
The male then took a step forward. "Now it's my turn!"
Misty gasped from behind Ash. "But...you could get really hurt!"
Brock shrugged and said, "It's his choice. Do you want to fight, challenger?"
The challenger pondered. His life wasn't easy at all at first, and only in the last year did it have purpose. He had worked hard to befriend and train his companions, and now it was his turn to defend them again.
"Aye."
"Alright then. Pikachu versus...um, what's your name?"
The young man eyed Brock warily. "Chrimon."
"Pikachu versus Chrimon. Begin!"
Chrimon grinned and lowered his head towards the ground, bending over and putting his hand on the ground. "Your move, Pikachu."
Ash shrugged and yelled, "Pikachu, use your quick attack!" In less than a second, Pikachu sprung into action, dodging at an unhumanly speed...at least until Pikachu stumbled when near Chrimon. "PIKA!"
Chrimon grinned sadly at Pikachu. "Sorry mate. Gotta watch out for the eyes," as Chrimon let the rest of the dust that he had thrown into Pikachu's eyes fall to the ground. Rubbing his eyes, Pikachu snarled and let loose a thunderbolt at where Chrimon was. Unfortunately for Pikachu, Chrimon had moved quickly and was now approaching from behind for a punch.
"Pikachu! Jump and use Thunder!" Pikachu nodded and jumped high into the air as Chrimon skidded to rest on the ground, his muscles tearing from the quick movements. "Piii-kaaaa-CHUUUU!"
Chrimon closed his eyes and smiled for the last time. The residue thunder would free his Pokemon in about an hour, but what was this? Chrimon saw Nidoqueen, Kangashkhan, Hitmonchan, Jynx, and Dragonair nod in his direction. "See you in a bit..."
The Thunder hit.
Chrimon's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he began involuntarily whimpering when the residual electricity randomly activated his larynx. Brock, Misty, and Ash ran towards the fallen man, worry in the face of Misty, resignation in the faace of Brock, and disbelief in the face of Ash.
Why would this teenager fight?
Pikachu, knowing something was wrong, gently nuzzled Chrimon's face, getting no response. As Pikachu looked up, the vision of a Jynx pointed towards a book in Chrimon's gray backpack. Retrieving the book with his teeth, Pikachu nudged the book towards Ash.
"Hey Pikachu...say, what's this?...DIARY -Chrimon"
Misty exclaimed, "Maybe this is why he fought..."
And so, together, Ash, Misty, Brock, and Pikachu began reading the diary of Chrimon, the Priest of the Forest.