Hello! So, just so not wondering, Bulbasaur and I may be posting more than one chappie per day! So, you may see chapter four up later today!

"Human Talking"

"Pokemon Talking"

Swimming

I can breathe underwater. I am so surprised I start choking on the water I can now breathe. Well, might as well add that to the weird things about me. I flail for a second, trying to upright myself underwater. The calm serenity of the sea is relaxing and I feel my nerves being settled.

Flapping my wings pathetically, I call upon my aura to try and steer myself in the right direction. I now see the sea in a different shade of blue and off in the distance a land mass is radiating a massive amount of aura. The island is probably very rich in life, a good spot to head towards. In addition, scattered aura signatures are near me in the sea, but none seem to have evil intentions written in their aura. Although my reserves are low, Aura Sight seems to be a skill that only required the presence of aura, not the usage of it.

Seeing the island is south from my standpoint, I turn around and clumsily flap my wings in that direction. The water is icy, but now with the feeling of reassurance guiding me, I am warmed by the thought of freedom. Flailing, I try and adjust, combing my mind on the directions on how to swim, but what I found wouldn't help a human with wings. There's freestyle and backstroke, but wings would make those ineffective, it'd be like swimming in a ski suit. As I start "swimming" towards the island, I find more pokemon.

A beautiful serpent that is cream colored is leading a band of water types. It's tail sports a beautiful shade of blue and red, flowing limbs are attached to it's elegant head, a Milotic. It's small pack of water types consists of other fish, Lumineon, and it's pre-evolved form Finneon, the eeveelution Vaporeon, and some Feebas that, compared to the other members of their group, are quite ugly.

I try to "swim" around them, but the Milotic leader sees me and swims towards me. I gulp in fear, this pokemon is much faster than me, and obviously stronger. If this 'mon were to be angered, I would definitely be fighting a losing battle.

"What are you?"

I hear it's question in poke-speech, but I know what it's saying. I wonder how I am hearing them and remember the strange force gifted to me by my used-to-be captors. My aura must be subconsciously translating the poke-speech for me.

I concentrate on my aura and try to summon enough to reply to the Milotic. I see it within me and find that it doesn't exhaust me as much as trying to heal or strengthen myself.

"I am a human, a group had been experimenting me, but then…"

I retold my life so far, watching the Milotic carefully. It's facial expression changes from pity, to anger, to joy, all because of my story.

"I'm sorry. This is my small group, we…"

It tells me that it is the leader of it's small group and it is eager to help me learn to swim.

My face flashes red in embarrassment as I realize I must look like a total dork. It looks me over, my wings, legs, and arms, trying to find the best way for me to swim. Finding a solution, it shows me the breast stroke, that I need to use for my arms and legs. By stroking in front of me and kicking where my wings aren't in the way, I efefctively swim through the water. the Milotic interrupts my swim with an idea for my wings. It shows me how to flap my wings for maximum power, while still being able to do the required stroke. I figure out what it's saying and then flap my wings, hard. With a burst of speed, I shoot forward past the other water types with enough speed to rival the Vaporeons, the speed demons. A chorus of pokemon remarks and encouraging words fuels me. I did it!

Turning for one last goodbye, I wave to them and swim away. Leaving my newly found friends, I shoot forward with the assistance of my wings. I angle myself for land, then I sense that I'm not alone. A submarine with a large red L emblazoned on the side is approaching quickly and gaining on me. I strive to stay ahead, but sadly, my Aura Sight tells me that I am too slow. Even though I can beat a Vaporeon, I can't win against technology. I will have to go back to the horrendous HQ. I remember my so-called 'training session" and try to swim faster. My wings, my arms, my legs, they all burn from the strain and from me working them too hard, but I can't get caught.

Right before the submarine catches me, a powerful stream of bubbles impacts the ship slowing it down. Glancing over, I silently thank the Milotic and it's comrades, and use my newly acquired swimming skills to jet over to the island. I flap my wings as hard as I can, the delight of meeting and communicating with pokemon having dispelled my exhaustion for only a while.

My arms and legs feel like jelly, it's like I had fallen into the ocean all over again, except this time, there was a submarine that would catch me if I didn't make it to the island. The pressure is on and trying to conserve my energy, I deactivate my aura sight, focusing only on my goal. With a newly refueled morale, I think only on the consequences of not making it to the island and swim as hard as I can. My jet black wings flapping against the water, my arms and legs kicking to move as swiftly as possible, I gradually get closer. Seeing I am only 100 yards away, I feel rejuvenated, although only slightly, and swim faster. My efforts are rewarded with sand to lay on, and the sun warming my skin. I had made it to the island and was safe.

So...was that good? If you think it was, it needed some work, or it's just plain out AWESOME! Please tell us!

Yeah another chapter done! Will update ASAP, anyway, Zorua signing off.