Hey, this one is fairly short, but because the next few chapters are...longer...sort of...

HGSS: Johto Saga

Season 2, Opening: Born to be a Winner

Part 8

So Farfetch'd

"It's...rather dark..." Lyra observed, taking the look around Ilex Forest, the forest so burdened with trees that sunlight can't shine.

"Yeah...and cold," Ethan replied.

"What do you expect from a sunshine-less place?"

"I'm just curious to how the plants grow here..."

"Curiosity killed the Persian..." Lyra giggled.

"You're very funny, Lyra," Ethan scoffed as they reached a point where it was a clearing with four huge trees huddled so close, they could not move on.

"Well, no what Ms. Funny Girl?" Ethan asked.

"We need to cut these trees down..." She says observing them.

"Wow, it would've taken me years to figure that one out..." Ethan joked.

"I bet it would have, BlockHead," Lyra snapped.

"Hey, them's fightin' words!" Ethan replied begrudgingly.

Suddenly, a bird pokemon zooms past them, blowing dust in their faces. The choked on the dirt and watched as the brown pokemon fluttered across the ground. Soon, another followed. Then a boy tumbled out of the brush.

"Far! Fetched! Come back guys!" He takes chase, but Ethan calls out to him.

"Hey, are those you're pokemon?" The boy nods and Ethan and Lyra take chase.

The bird pokemon turn corners, skitter up trees and pounce around out of them. The boy continuously tries to blockade them, with the aid of Lyra and Ethan. They soon stop where the two pokemon have huddled in front of a tree, their backs turned.

The panted and breathed heavily until the boy said, "They won't...obey me...since I don't...have a single ba...dge," he sputtered through gasps of air.

"Well, maybe...we can faint them...then revive them!"Lyra pants as she pulls out two small yellow rhombuses from her bag. "These are revives. If we faint them, we can bring them back to full health...or half health at the very least!"

The boy nods in agreement.

"Then I'll...do it! Go, Slowpoke. Use Water Gun!" Slowpoke comes out of Ethan's ball and fires its blast of water.

It strikes both the bird pokemon, but they just get up and flutter away.

"Gah, Slowpoke wasn't strong enough. But, good job pal. Return." He recalls Slowpoke and they take chase again.

As they round a corner, they see Silver with a Sneasel, attacking one of the pokemon.

"No! Fetched!" The boy cries.

Silver turns around, shocked. "Huh? Is this your pokemon?" He signals to the now fainted pokemon.

The boy runs towards it and picks it up, returning it to a pokeball. "Yes it's mine!" He then runs off after the other one.

Silver shrugs and starts to walk away. "Hmph, and I thought I was about to catch a replacement for Zubat..."

Lyra had gone ahead, but Ethan heard his comment.

"Huh? What did you say, Silver? Replacement? You think Zubat wasn't strong enough for your team? I bet you released it!" Ethan barked.

He stops and turns, Sneasel walking a bit ahead, and sitting down.

"Yeah, I did. Zubat simply doesn't fit my needs. I need a replacement flying type...I thought that could be it, but first; it was too weak, and second; it was someone else's."

"It's not like you aren't familiar with stealing..." Ethan mumbles louder than he had wanted.

"Whatever. I just needed a pokemon, that's why I stole Totodile. And I don't need to be talking to you right now. I don't talk to people that are...weaker than me," Silver said in a sinister tone.

"If memory serves, I beat you yesterday!" Ethan shouted after him.

"It was a fluke." With that, Silver walks away with Sneasel.

"Fluke..." Ethan thinks to himself, but then snaps back to reality when Lyra calls after him.

Up ahead, the boy returns the one he calls "Far" back to its pokeball.

"Thank you for helping me catch my Farfetch'd's! That was a hassle...for helping me, how about I have them cut down those trees in your way?"

Ethan and Lyra agreed.

Back at the clearing, he lets out the Farfetche'd. "All right, use CUT!"

The two Farfetche'd use their sticks to hack apart the trees, leaving a perfect path to the exit.

"Thank you, Lenny," Lyra thanked the boy, whose name was Lenny.

"Oh and thanks for helping me with my problems, Ethan and Lyra!" He called as they departed. They waved back.

"Goldenrod City...Here we come!" Ethan yelled.