Author's note: Hello everyone! Man, what a long hiatus that was! But, no fear! I will be updating a little more often again. I am still continuing on with my Soul Silver Walkthrough/Romance Fanfiction. Here, this is NOT apart of the storyline, but it has strong relevance to it, so I am putting it here to save the trouble of publishing a new story for it, since it isn't quite 'official' yet. I just had an idea flowing and I didn't want to let it get away. ;)

So! Here's a little 'sneak peek' of a series that will be after the SS story. This time, it will be taking place in White Version.

I wanted to challenge myself, so I'll be making it a Nuzlocke. :D

And also, as you read: SPOILER ALERT.

Happy reading!

She couldn't believe it.

Gray eyes stared at the limp form of the pokemon before her. Not too long ago she had a run-in with this Grunt, demanding her to release her pokemon, threatening force if necessary. She fought back, retaliating such a ridiculous request. Shina loved her pokemon, and they loved her. With confidence she sent out a pokemon that still needed much training, underestimating the abilities of their foe. It looked weak enough.

But, how wrong she was.

Shina still stared for a long while, unable to blink, her eyes began to grow dry and strained. Her Dewott had already taken the place of the fallen team mate with a blinding rage, focusing his energy and dealing the final blow with his razor shell. The girl could feel her knees grow weak, now crumbling to the ground. She attempted to call her pokemon's name, but no sound came. Her mouth was dry, attempting to swallow proved more and more difficult. All she could do was gaze at the body before her, mentally willing for it to get back up. It remained completely still.

It was dead.

'No,' she echoed in her thoughts; 'No! This wasn't supposed to happen!' She began to tremble, fingers digging into the dirt.

'This wasn't supposed to happen!'

She continued repeating this in her head, screaming on the inside.

A slight flashback had reeled in her mind at that moment. She remembered the small conversation between herself and her mother on the fundamentals of a pokemon battle when she was seven years old.

"I don't get it," a young Shina had said. Her little face twisted into a frown, "Isn't it wrong that pokemon battles exist in the first place? Why don't the trainers do something? That doesn't sound like a good relationship to me..."

A woman with long, pink locks gazed at her child for a long moment, then began to chuckle. The little girl pouted, arms crossed. The Meganium that had been at her mother's side trudged over to her, nudging her in order to cheer her up with a chirp.

"I'm being serious, Mama!," she whined, playfully shoving the grass-type away, to no avail.

"Doesn't it make the pokemon sad? That they're hurting themselves, each other?"

The woman shook her head, venturing over to pat her Meganuim on the back. "Love, pokemon battle to grow. And in a way, grow closer bonds with each other. You also have to realize. Wild pokemon do the same thing. It's just pure instinct, sometimes."

Shina puffed her cheeks out defiantly, "But what about those who are weaker? What happens when other pokemon lose?"

"Don't worry, Shina," her mother informed her; "When pokemon battle, they only go so much as to weaken the other so much that they aren't able to even stand. Over time, they will just grow tired and end up falling in battle, resulting in instant victory. Pokemon League law states this. It cannot go any farther than just that. Come to think of it, I don't even think someone as low as Rocket would go to that length. There are people who realize pokemon are much too precious to lose and mean much more in value. Even if it is for selfish intentions."

The Meganium started to nip at the child's hair. She giggled, climbing onto his back. Her mother smiled fondly, "Do you see now, Shina, why being a trainer is important?" Shina wrapped her arms around the pokemon's long neck. "I guess so," she replied. She didn't quite fully understand yet. Suppose it would come in due time.

"You'll know when you obtain your own pokemon, one day."

No! This was all wrong! That's how it was supposed to be! Her pokemon was just supposed to faint! In that moment her body willed herself to breath, which came out as a choked sob. She was supposed to be better than this! She was going to become strong! She was going to be just like her mother, the Champion of the Johto and Kanto regions! She was going to develop close bonds with pokemon on her journey just as she had! How could she be so reckless like this? She knew better!

"We must take down anyone who opposes our King's ideals. Even if it results in some deaths. This is all for the sake of pokemon.

We must liberate them from foolish trainers like you."