My first battle!

"Ha!" shouted the bellsprout as it whipped its arm forward. To my amazement his arm actually got longer and was almost able to hit Daimon but he swiftly dodged to the left and charged in for his counter attack.

Reaching out his arm Daimon used his claws to scratch at the bellsprout and… he his hit landed! I shouted in triumph but the bellsprout only stumbled a little before whipping his arms out again to hit back at Daimon. Since he was so close, avoiding the hit was impossible so Daimon let it graze his shell. He let out a small grunt but then swung back around and took a deep breath. Then, with a might blow, he blew out several bubbles at the bellsprout. The bellsprout shouted in surprise but quickly recovered. Though not quickly enough to avoid the bubbles. He took a few hits from it then resumed his attacking.

Daimon was doing pretty well but then the battle shifted when the other bellsprout jumped in. I watched in horror as the bellsprouts arms whipped out again as one ensnared him in a trap of his arms while the other started to hit him repeatedly with his arms. Daimon let out a scream and he tried to fight them off but it was useless. He then retreated in his shell to try and avoid too much damage.

"Is that all you got you pathetic squirtle?!" Shouted one of the bellsprouts and the other one started to laugh. The one that was holding him started to spin around and around gently lifting Daimon from the ground until he was spinning in circles around the bellsprout. Then with a grunt the bellsprout released him and he went flying. I heard scream come from Daimon before he crashed into the tree. Then he was silent. The bellsprouts started to approach him.

One of them reached out his arm to poke at him and then laughed!

"I think he has fainted!" one shouted in glee.

"My gosh was he pathetic or what?!" the other one cackled.

Then I felt something. It was like my vision had shifted and I once again saw my mother standing over me and cackling. She was laughing at how weak I was and setting flame after flame on me to try and toughen me up. I remembered screaming in pain as the flames ate at my skin and I how I tried to put the flames out.

How my mother just continued to laugh at me.

With this anger my vision clouded again. Instead of seeing those bellsprouts in front of me I saw my mother. Her cruel face and that stinking smirk on her face. Of how she always thought she was better than me and that I was nothing more than dirt under her foot. I felt this rage start to sizzle in my blood as if my blood was on fire itself. My lungs felt as they were expanding and a cloud had formed in my chest as if to symbolize my anger.

I then took a deep breath and roared. From my mouth this giant jet of flames came flowing out. My vision was a red haze and through this haze I saw my mother's smirk fall and her eyes catch a light of fear. Fear of me and my new power and how it I could finally hurt her back.

With that, I snapped my jaw shut and cut off the jet of flames. Then I had to blink. Instead of my mom trembling at my feet, there were two bellsprouts. One of them was screaming as small little fires caught on his leaves and arms. He tried to beat at the fires only for them to spread to other parts of him. The other bellsprout knelt on the ground panting for breath. His face, which I'm pretty sure could only have certain facial expressions, was contorted with pain. he stood up and spat at me, "You win this time you stinking charmander! But we will be back!"

Then just like that, they were gone. I stared and shock and then a smile started to creep over my face until it was a full on grin. I did it! I won my first battle! I whipped around and started dancing in circles. I saw Daimon standing in shock also but the same smile started t overcome him also.

When he started laughing so did I. we both fell to the ground and just lay there laughing. Wiping tears from my eyes, I managed to get out, "my god! Did you see that Daimon?! I totally-"

"You totally owned them man! Did you see how fast they ran?!" Daimon shouted as he rolled over laughing again. He was gripping his sides as more tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes.

Shaking my head, I got up off the ground holding my hand out to Daimon. Grinning, he grabbed my hand and I pulled him up. Looking around, I see the pidgey laying on the ground. Fear shot right through me. I ran over to where the pidgey was, skidding through the fallen leaves and wet grass. Heart pounding, I reached out a shaky hand and reached for his throat. Fearing, the worst I held my breath and waited.

Finally, I felt a faint pulse. Just a gentle pulsing as blood moved around from his heart to every other part of his body. I let out my breath and leaned back. I turned to see Daimon standing behind me, wringing his hands out and smiling a little. I gave him a smile back and he sat down with a thump!

"My god, I'm glad he is still okay." Daimon said with a small smile. He wiped the back of his forhead a turned to me. I was too overwhelmed to say anything so I just smiled. Then, all business-like, Daimon said, "Alright! I need you to go gather some food. I will need some berries okay -"

"Alright! I'm on it!" I said and shot straight up and went to dash off. I felt a hand grab my tail and yank me back down! Yelping, I turned and saw Daimon glaring at me.

"Wait for me to finish fool!" Daimon smacked me in the back of my head.

"OW!" I shouted. "that hurt!"

Daimon just rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Anyway, I will need a special berry. It is a small blue or indigo berry. It will grow on a small tree usually found by the river. It will has little dots all over and green stem on top. I need you to bring me as many as you can carry alright?"

"Alright alright! I got this okay? Don't worry about it," I said as I got up again. I ran towards the woods. I paused at the edge of woods and turned back to the Daimon. "Make sure nothing happens to pidgey okay?!" I shouted back. I got an angry yell in reply so I quickly turned and ran into the trees.

'Oh, I hope I can get the berries in time.' I thought to myself. 'Please, oh please, let that pidgey survive!'