Cyndaquil had slept soundly until later that morning. She sat up, yawned, and rubbed her eyes. Then she looked around for a few minutes. Everything seemed blurry at first, but, gradually became more clear. The forest was beautiful, with sunbeams pouring through the canopy of the trees. She spotted many Butterfree fluttering towards trees where Heracross were hanging out. Bird Pokemon filled the air with a lovely harmony, and the fresh air smelled wonderful.

Having no memory of the night before, or even the past week, she hopped off the bush and stretched. She looked down and noticed she was standing on a path. She lifted up her foot and curiously glanced at the soil that clung to the bottom of her foot.

"What's this?" she mumbled, and proceeded to walk on the sandy trail. Dust flew up as she took steps, which made her giggle. She stamped her feet, bringing up more dust, and her giggles continued. She walked faster, looking back at the dust that erupted from her footsteps. Then, she started to run as the dust formed into little clouds behind her. She burst into laughter, and ran even faster. She could feel the air rushing past her fur, and her heart was filled with glee at the strange clouds that formed behind her. She still looked back at the dust clouds when-

WHACK!

She ran into what she thought was an oddly narrow tree, and tumbled onto her hindquarters. She rubbed her head, muttering about the tree that had suddenly stepped in front of her. But, upon looking at it, she noticed it was the same color as the sky, with a thick black root. She poked it, and jumped when it moved. She looked up and was staring into a pale, hairless face. She scrambled a few steps backward, and studied the strange creature before her. The creature had long black fur growing from the top of its head all the way down to its shoulders, covering one eye, and was wearing an unusual assortment of items. Something black covered its torso and arms down to the elbow; it's crotch and legs were covered in something dirty and blue, and its feet were black. It looked young, and its dark brown eyes glowered at her, obviously unhappy with her crashing into it.

"Uhhh, sorry. But, it's nice to meet you!" she said to the stranger with a sheepish grin.

What she didn't know was that it all came out: "Cyndaaaa-quil. Cyn, cynda, Cyndaquil!" to the creature. It still glared.

"A Cyndaquil. How funny," it said sarcastically. It rubbed its temples and sighed.

Great. A Cyndaquil just ran into you, Anonimo. Who leaves their Cyndaquil running around?

Anonimo (who, apparently, is a boy) looked around, trying to listen for anybody calling for a Cyndaquil, whether by a ridiculous nickname or just "Cyndaquil." A few minutes of him idly turning his head and hearing no human voice made him realize that nobody was calling for a Cyndaquil. He looked down at the baby Pokémon, and saw that it didn't try to run away, only staring back at him. Cyndaquil sneezed and out blew smoke. And not a meager amount either. He smirked and rubbed his chin.

Cyndaquil are pretty difficult to catch in the wild, he thought. From the looks of that smoke, that thing might just be powerful. If I can catch it, I'll train it to become an unstoppable Typhlosion. I'm certain I'll do much better than my sister did with hers. He took a few steps back, pulling out a Pokeball. Cyndaquil stood there, confused at the sudden appearance of the half-red and half-white sphere that the creature now held in its spider-like paw.

"Go, Croconaw!" he yelled as he threw the Pokeball. It opened up and a stream of energy came out. The energy formed into a blue and yellow Pokémon, which sported big jaws with teeth sticking out and red spines. He promptly took a steadfast position, and stared straight at the Pokémon before him. With a sigh, he mumbled, "Anonimo, are you serious? I might end up killing the poor little one..."

"Huh?" Cyndaquil asked.

"Croconaw, Water Gun!" Anonimo commanded.

The battle began so fast that she had barely any time to comprehend it. She found herself soaked from water spewing out of Croconaw's mouth, and hardly a second later, getting slashed by the claws he wielded. When she tried slapping him away, he simply spun around and smacked her with his tail, sending her stumbling into a nearby bush.

She panted from the sudden attacks that had just occurred. Why was this strange reptile attacking her? She had not done anything to him! Still, she couldn't think straight when Croconaw was continually attacking her. She heard the strange creature barking orders to him, so she figured that there was some connection there. Still, she found no point in this fighting; it was just mean!

A set of jaws nabbed her on the head, and she squirmed as she was being picked up by her opponent. Her heart pounded as she feared for what the larger Pokémon had in store for her. She wanted to beg him not to listen to the other creature, but she had a gut feeling that he would not listen. So, she continued to squirm.

Croconaw casually tossed her into the dirt, and Cyndaquil ended up getting a mouthful. She spat out what was now mud, and she trembled as she forced herself up. A lump in her throat formed as she tried to understand just why these boys were bullying her so. She felt another Water Gun shove her back, and she rolled back onto a patch of grass. Her eyes grew misty, and she coughed from the dust that was blown her way by the wind.

Seeing her opponent approach her, she quaked with the greatest timidity, shaking her head as to signal her forfeit. She didn't want to fight anymore. But from the look of things, Croconaw wasn't letting up, and seemed ready to attack once more. However, along with her fear, a new emotion swam within her, and she felt a strange surge in her body. She knew they weren't going to stop; she'd just have to stop them herself.

Blast, it's weak. Anonimo thought, grinding his teeth at the way-too-easy battle. It wasn't putting up much of a fight, instead being tossed around like a ragdoll by Croconaw. He groaned, thinking that he might as well have given up on the thing, when suddenly...

"QUIIIIIILLLLLL!"

Anonimo's eyes widened at the sight. The Cyndaquil's back had just burst into flame, and fire it generated was not one to sneeze at. It was a tremendous blaze that burned bright enough to make a Charizard jealous, and it burned with more ferocity than any other Fire Type he had seen. Cyndaquil had a furious glower that rivaled a Gyarados, and the spirit she possessed held a strange resemblance to another Pokémon that Anonimo had known before. And from the look on Croconaw's face, it was as if she was a Legendary trapped in a Cyndaquil's body.

Get away from me! "Cyndaquil Cynda!" she yelled. She opened her mouth, revealing a mouthful of flames intended for Croconaw. The Big Jaw Pokémon was soon met with a such a tremendous Flamethrower, he was forcefully pushed into a thick tree. Upon impact, Croconaw felt a painful thump on his side, and the trunk he had hit snapped like a twig and fell onto the ground with a crash. When it was over, Croconaw was laying against a splintered stump, cracking an eye open to gaze at the little Fire Type that had nearly killed him in one blow.

"Oh, heavens... how did she do that?" he mumbled.

Anonimo gawked at the fiery Pokémon with utter amazement. That little Cyndaquil had weakened Croconaw greatly and snapped a huge tree in half with just one attack! It was incredible; if he were to tell anyone about this, they would just laugh him off. But it didn't matter, he knew what he saw, so he made the decision. He'll keep battling until it's weak enough to be captured.

"Croconaw, Hydro Pump!" he shouted.

Croconaw stood up slowly, with trembling legs, and then stumbled face first back into the dirt. He was still shaken by Cyndaquil's surprise attack, and he wasn't sure if he could take another. However, upon noticing Anonimo's glare, and the trainer's fingers curling around a thick coil around his belt, Croconaw quickly stood up, paced himself, and then shot a torrent of water from it's mouth.

Cyndaquil, for some reason, didn't dodge, and was directly hit by the Hydro Pump. Her flame went out quickly, and she stood there, screaming. She had completely forgot how she had unleashed her fury on her opponent in the first place, and she found herself back at square one; the helpless little victim. She stumbled under the water pressure, and laid there drenched when it was over. She barely had time to catch her breath when...

"Go, Pokeball!"

She felt something hit her head, and she felt her body buzzing. She saw herself glow, and change shape into a fast moving ray. In an instant, she was in the Pokeball. The ball shook for a moment, then stopped. Cyndaquil had been captured.

Anonimo lined up his Pokemon in a row. Croconaw, Golbat, Ursaring, Gloom, Tyranitar, and the new capture, Cyndaquil. They stood erect, like soldiers, though Cyndaquil was just copying the others, thinking it was a game. However, it was a very boring game, and her mind began to wander. She leaned forward to exchange glances with Croconaw, who tipped his head to tell her to get back into position. The others looked bored, apparently from having heard these instructions before.

"Listen up!" he explained. "You are my Pokemon, and you obey my rules. I have five. First, whatever I say, goes. Second, for wins you will be rewarded, losses, punished. Third, if you misbehave during the punishment, the next one will be steeper. Fourth, you will do my training method. Anything else, and you will be punished! And fifth-"

He had not finished when he noticed Cyndaquil had wandered off and was playing with Butterfree. With a fierce growl, he stormed toward the frivolous Fire Mouse and her insect friends. The Butterfree had barely glanced at the angry trainer storming toward them and instantly flew away in fright. Cyndaquil looked up them in confusion, and turned, only to see a quick picture of a pair of legs and the other Pokémon with their backs turned, bar Croconaw, who held a grimace in her direction. No sooner did she see this picture than she felt a foot plowing onto her belly and sending sharp pains through her stomach and ribs, sending her flying back and landing on the hard ground. She coughed violently, clutched at her stomach with both arms, and writhed in agony. She breathed heavily as she heard him snap, "No goofing around!"

She still laid there as Anonimo turned around toward his other Pokémon. She looked at Croconaw, who rubbed his temples and sighed in resignation. It seemed like he knew something she didn't. As curious as she was, she was afraid to ask. Anonimo gave the Water Type a sharp glare, and the Pokémon straightened up, and that told her that talking to Croconaw might be dangerous at this time.

She stood up on wobbly legs and faltered, and still coughed. Her stomach churned, and she felt as if all in that organ was going to spew out of her mouth just like her Flamethrower. She looked at her trainer again, wondering...

What did he do that for?