"Is it safe yet?" Mack asked nervously.

There hadn't been any shots fired off for a while and everything seemed to calm down. "Yes Mack. But hurry." Mack dashed off and two mienfoo came crawling out of the shadows. "Keep an eye on him. We may have trouble with that fawn." The two looked at eachother and then sneaked off leaving Kurt to look out into the forest cringing at the thought that humans dared to tread his land.

When Mack got to the field, he was relieved to see him mom and brother were okay. However he couldn't say the same about some of the others. He saw deerlings crying for family and friends. He approached his brother, "Wh-what happened?"

Max looked shaken, "we were teasing trainers in the tall grass, just having fun taking turns battling their captured pokémon. When suddenly, the trainers all left and some other humans came… I never seen a hunter before; I didn't know who it was. We thought we could take them on, but when one of us jumped out at them, they…" Max couldn't continue.

Mack looked at his mother, "Mom… why? Why would they hunt us?"

She tried to calmly say, "Mack, there are some humans that are different than others. They hunt pokémon rather than battle or catch them. And usually they only hunt tranquill and unfeazant. And I thought they'd never come back for season pokémon. But I was wrong. For some reason, they decided it was time again to hunt us. I can't say why, but I can say that it's even more dangerous out there now than it was before. I'd feel a lot more comfortable if you both stayed by me."

Mack started to panick, "No… I'm gonna stop this! I don't know how but I'm gonna stop it!"

Hima sat at the main room table, just thinking over what it would be like to be a trainer. "Hima?" his mother asked as she started making dinner, "Is something on your mind?"

"Mom," Hima asked in a serious manner, "why am I not ready for my own pokémon yet?"

She and Hima's father both looked at Hima. "Why do you ask?" she asked just as serious.

"I'm the only guy at school without a pokémon and I'm being made a joke because of it." He looked at her, hoping she would understand.

"Why haven't you asked me about bringing palpitoad to school, or your father about bringing boldore?"

Hima groaned, "It's not the same! It's different getting your own pokémon! All the kids at school know that!"

"Well," she turned to face Hima, "if I gave you palpitoad's pokéball, wouldn't you be his trainer for that time?"

"Yeah, I guess," He said looking at the floor. "But I want to be able to say that I caught it."

"Hima," his mother said shaking her head, "How am I supposed to know you'll be happy with what you want, if you don't appreciate what you have?"

Hima hadn't thought of that. "But I do appreciate palpitoad and boldore. And I know I'll be happy with the pokémon I'll catch! I've wanted to catch hi-… I mean it, for a long time!" Just then, Hima could smell something somewhat sweet like the coat of a deerling but more bitter. Like blood. He heard a knock at the door and his father went to answer it.

He opened the door, and there was one of his hunting buddies, with his scrafty, holding something that horrified Hima. "Will you look at this little guy? He must have been the biggest on there!" The man said, holding it up higher.

"Dad! Is that a deerling?"

His father turned around and looked to Hima, surprised at his reaction. The man said, "Well, yeah. Us hunters have a special opportunity right now. The ranger doesn't allow us to hunt season pokémon everyday."

Hima ran up to the body, afraid it might be Mack. "Why would you do this? It's a living pokémon just like your scrafty!"

His father was shocked, "Hima, you have to understand that some pokémon are meant to be hunted. It's their place in the food chain."

"Why now?" Hima held back tears. "Why now?"

The man said, "The ranger doesn't exactly allow this kind of thing often, and it won't last forever; the trainers don't like having to leave th-"

"So a trainer can stop this?" Hima looked up hopefully.

"Well, yeah."

Hima jumped up, "see mom? I could save them! I need to be a trainer! To protect the pokémon! I'm gonna stop this!"

Wow so i just noticed how short these chapters are. But hey! that makes it a short story! Even though it has a lot of chapters its a short story! ...Why is that good? ...I don't know! But whatever!

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