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Chapter 9! *cheering in the background*
Daniel's voice echoed through the forest. "Barbecute!" he yelled. His voice cracked, and his hope disappeared as his voice seemed to mock him as it repeated, over and over. Quin nudged his leg. "Where's Mom?" she asked. Daniel didn't answer. He felt that by answering, he made it official.
Barbecute was gone.
Twist gasped for air. She was lying on a bed of dry grass, and she wheezed from the remaining smoke in her lungs. Coughing, she started to get up.
"I wouldn't do that. Your body is exhausted. You should rest."
Twist noticed that it was getting harder to get to her feet, and collapsed.
"Who are you? Where are you?" she panted. She got no reply.
Twist heard coughing from someone near her. She turned her head slowly and saw a yellow mouse and a larger Pokémon near him. Pickle shook slightly as he inhaled the fresh air. "Barbe? Twist?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.
"Pickle!" Twist called out as loud as she could to alert her friend. Pickle flicked his tail slightly, and the Pikachu smiled and twitched her ears weakly. He was okay. So was she. Things would turn out alright.
Leo was lying on a dirt road. Weakly opening his eyes, he searched is surroundings. Long grasses were weaved together along the path, and he saw a few edible weeds. The heavy scent of pine wafted through the area.
All the young Butterfree could think about was Buttercup and Lily, so he pushed them out of his head. Come on Leo. Think about your survival first.
He slowly lifted one wing into the sunlight. It was slightly charred, but otherwise okay. Lowering it, he tried to lift the other. Pain gripped him as sunlight illuminated the broken wing. A large tear was shown, and would only worsen if he tried to fly with it.
Leo spotted a Sitrus Berry tree. A small smile appeared on his face. Lifting his head, he shot a String Shot at the tree. The sticky thread hit a Berry, and he pulled back the string and looked at the Sitrus Berry in front of him. A little overripe, the yellow berry was Barbecute's favourite. Are Barbecute and Daniel alive? Pickle? Quin? That cute Pikachu that Pickle likes? Am I the only survivor?
As she collapsed on Route 1, her life flashed before her eyes. When she hatched out of that tiny spotted egg, her first battle, enjoying an Oran Berry with her mom, riding on her dad's shoulders.
The poacher that took their lives.
Her first Ember attack, defeating a Rattacate that tried to eat her, evolving into Quilava, battling some Beedrill for territory, her first den in a quiet grove near Pallet Town and the first battle she lost.
Her second den in a Rawst Berry tree, training herself and learning Lava Plume, meeting Leo and winning a Battle Royal hosted by the oldest Pokémon in the Viridian Forest, Venusaur, and enjoying the delicious reward of 100 Sitrus Berries.
Her second territorial battle and her third den, a cave deep in the forest, surrounded by soft mosses and leaves. It was also close to many Berry trees and a home to small wild Pokémon; a near perfect home for a young Quilava.
Evolving, nicknaming Leo "Pod" and meeting Pickle, Daniel and having a beautiful daughter, a tiny Cyndaquil named Quin.
Quin's first day of school, her evolution, the forest battle in a thunderstorm, and the forest fire. The raging fire that consumed her home. She tried to escape, but it was futile as she collapsed on Route 1, Twist clinging weakly to her back and Pickle not even moving anymore. Her own heart seemed to slow as her life came to an end.
And now she was going away, farther and farther from her life, closer and closer to Arceus and the clouds. She could only hope that Daniel and Quin were still down below, and that they were okay.
And then suddenly being brought back to Route 1 by a Riolu and then sinking into unconsciousness.
It had been days since Pickle had woken up. The Riolu that found them would bring them Berries to eat, and as happy as Pickle was that he and Twist were okay, all he could think about was Barbecute. She had only moved once, a slight twitch of her paw. That was how they knew she was alive. Her chest felt still and her pulse was barely there.
Pickle was resting under the shade of a tree, his mind wandering. How many lives had the fire taken? How many more survivors would go because of injuries? Why was Arceus toying with their lives?
Pickle looked up at the clear blue sky. It was such a beautiful day. Barbecute would have loved it if she wasn't unconscious. She would have rolled down hills and feasted on Sitrus Berries from Tree with her friends. But Tree was burnt to a crisp, hills were destroyed in the blaze, and the once close group of friends were now separated by trees, injuries or possibly death.
Angry, Pickle growled at the cloudless sky. "Arceus, you've separated us! You owe it to me to bring us back! You owe it to Barbecute!" he yelled, but of course he got no reply.
Something glittery dropped on Pickle's nose. It sparkled in the daylight, almost like a scale.
Pod has scales.
Pickle's head snapped up and searched the branches of the leafy tree. Then he saw him; the Butterfree was face down on a branch, his right wing torn and his left one slightly charred from the fire. Scales were fluttering down from his wings slowly, almost like a miniature snowstorm above Pickle. The Pokémon lifted his head. "Hey Pick.. Miss me?"
So...
Good chapter? *crosses fingers*
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.
Ty8
