The Storm, the Traitors, and the Idol

This is where I take part of the Casting Crown's song "Slow Fade" and adapt it for this Fan Fic. I do not intend to plagiarize.

Chapter 5: Taran's Song

My friends and I enjoyed all manners of berries, fruits, nut, and roots that had every flavor imaginable locked inside them. After we ate our fill, everyone wanted to shake our hands, touch our tails, or even just glimpse the heroes that saved the herd. The Thunder Brothers bowed to us. Thunder Gauntlet, with a puffy eye and a dented tail from our battle, spoke for both of them, "We were very wrong for our hurtfulness to Storm, and we are sincerely sorry, great ones who were sent by the Great Electric One." I smiled; it felt good to be given such honors.

Eventually, things calmed down, and we were able to find quiet. I looked to the right and saw Storm sitting by herself. As I got closer, I heard her think, "Could it be? Could she really be?" As I got closer, she jumped and started to back away.

"Storm…" I began, but she interrupted me and said,

"No, no, no! Please, don't pay any mind to me! I don't know what I'm thinking! Please, it's just- it's just- too much!" She than ran off.

"Storm!" I called out. I tried to follow her, but I lost her in the trees. I sighed and collapsed next to tree in despair. She knew, but why was she so afraid to tell me?

Suddenly, I heard it. It was the singing of a small Pichu. I followed the singing, the words slowly becoming clearer.

Oh, be careful little eyes, what you see.

Oh, be careful little eyes, what you see.

'Cause the Great One up above, is looking down in love.

Oh, be careful little eyes, what you see.

Oh, be careful little ears, what you hear.

Oh, be careful little ears, what you hear.

'Cause the Great One who cares, will listen to our prayers.

Oh, be careful little ears what you hear.

Oh, be careful little mouth, what you say.

Oh, be careful little mouth, what you say.

'Cause the Great One has a voice; He gives us his wisdom in every choice.

Oh, be careful little mouth, what you say.

I finally found the source of the singing. Little Taran, the Pichu I saved, was sitting behind a tree stump. Over his shoulder was a long stick with a bag made out of leaves that was packed with berries. "He's not running away, is he?" I thought nervously. I slowly crept up over to him and spoke softly, so I didn't scare him, "Hi."

Taran looked at me and smiled. "Hey! You're here! Do you wanna know what I'm doing?" he said happily, "I'm gonna be a brave Pokémon warrior like you, only without a trainer. I'll rescue any Pokémon I find! I'll evolve and grow big and strong like you!"

I had to smile. He was a good kid. "That's very honorable of you," I said, "But isn't it wrong to leave your mother like this and make her worry? What if she follows you to try and bring you home, and gets hurt or captured along the way? You won't be there to save her because she'll be behind you. Don't you see?"

Taran looked at his pack, then at me, then at his feet. He wiped his nose quickly, and then said, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

I patted him on the head, right between the ears, and said, "When you become old enough and become a big strong Pikachu, maybe she will let you do those things, and you'll be the greatest Pokémon hero ever!"

"After you, of course!" Taran piped up.

I smiled, "Come on, let's go home!"

As I led the little Pichu in the direction to the herd, I asked, "Who were you singing about? The Great Electric One?"

Taran smiled and shook his head, "No," he said, "I was given that song in a dream by the Great Electric One. At first, I didn't even know what it was talking about. But after singing it again and again, had this feeling that it was talking about a higher being, The Creator of the Great Electric One, all Pokémon, all humans, and the entire world! I feel close to The Creator whenever I sing that song, even closer than I feel to the Great Electric One! I think The Creator wants to be closer to us too and humans especially. I think there is something about The Creator and humans, a connection that we'll never understand. However, it makes me feel as if we should give aid to humans. It's almost as if, that is what The Creator wants us to do."

I was speechless. This little Pichu had been entrusted with a great wisdom!

I couldn't speak for a while. Taran noticed and said, "Uh, hey! I heard a big explosion a little while ago. What happened?"

"Well," I began, "It's kind of a long story. You see-." I was cut short. I felt a sudden jolt. It began in my mind and shot right down into my heart. It also came with a voice.

"Help me! Please Pikachu, help me!" the voice said.

I knew very well who it was. "Storm, I'm coming!" I thought hard.

I turned to Taran and said, "Do you want an adventure?" Taran eyes lit up, and he nodded so vigorously that I thought his head might come loose. I nodded back, "Good!" I said, "Just stay a few feet back, and stay back unless I tell you otherwise. I wouldn't want you to get hurt!"