Hi again! I don't own Pokemon or PJ, and I want to say that I think this chapter will be exciting. Please proceed!
Chapter 3
POV Carol
"Rebecca!" I cried, running for my sister. I didn't care that I had just dodged another arrow- I just wanted my twin to be alright.
I picked her up, then looked to where the arrows were coming from. An entire volley of troops were stationed at the bottom of the Pokeball, each one armed with a bow and a quiver filled with arrows. I, however, was completely defenseless.
The only weapon I had with me was a small pocket knife that my mom had given to me when I was 8. The only Pokemon I had was the sleeping Jirachi in my arms, so I crouched and huddled over my sister on the ground.
The arrows(which were sailing over my head) reminded me of my Social Studies teacher. She talked about how the Native Americans didn't have guns and bullets, and that they used the bow and arrow instead. Just for interest, I pictured an army of Native Americans, charging at my attackers on horseback. Suddenly, I was bombarded with the sounds of hoofsteps, arrows being shot, and battle cries. Strangely, I was losing energy fast, but I was able to lift my head to see what was going on.
About 20 native americans were riding on the backs of horses, stampeding down the hill to the warriors below.
What the Heatran!? I thought, not sure what to think at this point. Right then, the native americans disappeared, dissolving into mist before my very eyes.
The valley was filled with confusion. I stood up, then crumpled down. The pain in my head was thriving. I looked up. The attackers were running towards me, holding some kind of drink. I almost passed out, but stayed strong.
The boys came and helped me stand. They gave me a sip of the drink. It tasted like my mother's famous peanut butter fudge. I swallowed and instantly felt better. I stood up and insisted the boys that I was fine. The guards nodded, then stepped back, revealing a boy. He was about the same age as the rest of the group, but he had raven hair, which grew to cover his left eye; his right eye was golden; and he had a long, silver sword attached to the left side of his belt. He walked up to me and smiled.
"Welcome to Camp Pokeblood," he said, putting his arm around me, careful not to bother the Jirachi in his sleep. I looked toward my sister. She was lying there, unconscious. The boy saw my worried expression. "Don't worry," he reassured, "She will safely be transported to the camp. We will put her in the infirmary afterwards."
He looked into my eyes. "My name is Trevor." He paused, then pulled his hair out of his eyes. I silently gasped. His left eye was blood red.
"And I am the son of Giratina."
Cliffhanger! :o What's gonna happen? BTW, I would like 12 reviews total before I post the next chapter, okay? Thanks!
Also,
To Phil: I have only used bow and arrows because the camp leader(which will be introduced in later chapters) wanted the demimons to use the traditional style of attack, rather than using Pokemon(mostly because the camp leader and director are Pokemon themselves)
Also, please be patient for the next few days, and PM me or review if you have new ideas for the story. Their always welcome!
This is Wisp the Shadow Phoenix, signing off.