So I kind of lied. And by 'kind of' I mean I outright lied. But I have an excuse! School work and new games. Yes, they are the lamest excuses ever, but it is the truth. ...I'll just get to the thanking now.

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The group settled down for the night. The four said their goodnights, and put down their heads. Much easier to slice off the head, the Grovyle thought, but there is less mess when the heart is pierced. And more suffering, which is what they need.

They fell asleep quickly enough, and the Grovyle made his way to the small camp. He walked into the small area illuminated by the fire and stared at each of them. All were truly asleep, not just pretending, as was the custom.

The Surskit was the second farthest from the fire, but only a few feet from where the Grovyle stood. He crept up to it, and slowly started to gather power in his left arm-blade. "You will be first," he whispered to it. "The weakest link, you shall be set free from your life. You shall stop feeling the pain this world causes you. You shall stop feeling altogether."

"Not if I have anything to say about it." A pause, followed by another sentence, "You are very hard to track, I hope you know."

The Grovyle turned, knowing that what was behind him had to be good enough to have gotten behind him. But when he turned, there was nothing there. He scowled. "You wish to stop what is my right? All of these creatures need to die. This world needs to die."

The voice came from behind the Grovyle again, "This world is better with the them alive. And it would be better with you dead." A strike came at the back of the Grovyle's head, which he parried without taking any damage. He then spun around to strike his adversary, but found nothing to hit.

"Always make sure you back isn't turned. You could get hurt." The Grovyle felt a strike land on his left leg, and slashed down at the location of where he thought the blow had come from. He hit nothing again. "Better luck next time, neh?" Another strike landed on the Grovyle, this time on his right arm.

Another quick succession of strikes landed all around the Grovyle, and he grudgingly went down on one knee. His arm-blade had stopped glowing as the energy was redirected to healing the small but numerous wounds he received from the Quick Attack. "Enough of this. If you will fight like a coward, then I will take you down."

He got up again, focusing all of his energy into both of his arm-blades. His adversary picked up the pace with its blows, but nothing would stop his attack from being unleashed. "Leaf Blade!"

The attack hit its mark, and the Pokemon went flying. It hit one of the trees head first, and slowly slid onto the ground. The Grovyle limped over to the Pokemon, and saw what it was that he had fought. The small, green-furred body was slumped at the base of the tree it had slammed into.

The Grovyle frowned. "I would end your life now if I still had some energy left. So consider yourself lucky," he started to walk into the trees, the reason why he had come out not forgotten, but pushed back in his mind, "for the next time you will not be."

The sun slowly rose from the ground, readying itself for a new day. The small, battered body at the base of a tree was lit up with one of the few rays the sun had already released. The body squirmed and moved, and the small head lifted off the ground.

I looked around at my surroundings, not sure how I had got there. I saw a few things not far off from where it lay, and decided that they might know where I was. I got up, and almost fell back down when one of my legs collapsed. I attempted to get up again, determined not to fall, and limped towards the things that I had saw.

I closed on the group, and saw that it was made up of many different things. Two large things, both looking like they could take on anything. A brown, furry thing, looking cute and soft. Another thing was blue, with four long, slender legs. And one last thing, this the most curious of all. It had flames on its back, and its eyes were squinted closed, unlike all of the other things. The thing was also about the same size at myself.

I limped over to the large things, and tried to wake them. I nudged one of them, and it moved. I nudged it again, and the thing rolled over and started to open its eyes, then instead decided to stay asleep.

I decided to try the other large thing, this one with longer hair. I limped over to the things face and nudged it. This thing moved also, and then its eyes flickered open. The thing looked at me, and saw the bruises and cuts. "Oh, you poor thing," it said. "What happened to you?"

The thing sat up, and grabbed me. "You poor Electrike." The thing hugged me close, and an uneasy feeling came over me. This thing did not know what happened to me. But I woke up near where they had lay…

Another voice came now from the other large thing, "Who're you talking to?" That thing got up and look and me. He gasped a little bit. "An Electrike? You don't find them anywhere near here. In fact, I'm pretty sure that you only find them out near the Cycling Road."

Now all of the other things in the group got up, and walked over to the two large things. The brown thing looked at me. "Who're you?" it said. It must have noticed all of my injuries, for it then said, "And what happened to you?"

I didn't get a chance to respond as I felt myself grow tired, the last of my energy used up. But I hoped that these things could help me find out why I was here. Wherever here was.

OK, now I won't promise you anything. That way I can try to actually get a longer chapter and maybe ever some plot movement. But again, I'm not promising anything. But here's to hoping.