Hey guys I am back with another chapter to this story. Again, please comment below on how you think about the story. This chapter is shorter than the last one TBH. Again, here is the legend:

The Author (me)

Thoughts

Pokémon-to-Pokémon speech

Telepathy

Chapter Two: An Evolution

(Two weeks later, Normal POV)

Alex cheers as his opponent's Butterfree faints. Both Pyro and Cyclone run around in circles, cheering in whatever way they can. Pyro suddenly stops, with a confused look on her face.

"What's wrong?" Alex asks as Cyclone stops and looks at her with worry.

"Fennekin!" she says as a white glow starts to emanate from her.

"Wait a minute… You're evolving!" Alex says with surprise. Pyro nods as the glow becomes too bright to look at. Alex covers his eyes and looks away, and Cyclone does the same. The glow suddenly stops and Alex and Cyclone looks at Pyro, who now is completely different. She is now standing on two feet, she is now about a meter and a half tall and looks just like a furry. Her ears are as large as ever, and she wears her fur as a dress. She kept her fluffy tail, only now it has a stick in the top of it. She doesn't seem to notice the stick, and she turns away and growls as Alex tries to touch it.

(Alex's POV)

NO, don't touch that! I hear a voice inside my head. I scratch my head in confusion and look around. All I see is Cyclone and Pyro, who is looking at me intently. I look at Cyclone wondering if he heard it, too. He just regarded me as if I was crazy. I looked again at Pyro and my face turns to a face of worry as I look at the stick.

"Here let me get that out for you, this shouldn't hurt." I say, reaching for the stick again. Pyro slaps my hand and I withdraw my hand, shaking it a few times to restore feeling to it.

"OW, what did you do that for?! I'm only trying to get the stick out! Doesn't it hurt?" I ask Pyro, with a bit of anger.

Haven't you read about my kind while you were studying? There is was, the voice again. I look at Pyro. Then the stick. Then Pyro. Then the stick.

"Was that you?" I ask, looking at the stick again. I look at Pyro, expecting an answer.

Yes it was, now leave the stick alone. I look at Pyro in shock. Wow, I have a Pokémon that is psychic! That's neat! Thank you. Wait a minute, can you read my thoughts? Only the ones you are thinking right n-… As soon as she says "only the ones you are thinking right" every single bad thought or memory rushes through my mind.

"Crap," I say, cursing the preversity of my mind. I look at Pyro, hoping she didn't see what went through my head. No such luck. Pyro looks stunned at what she saw, and she doesn't move. All of the sudden, she collapses to the ground. As I kneel to the ground to try and help her, a gust of wind runs through the trees around me. Cyclone looks around with fear on his face, then he looks directly behind me and stares. I get up and turn around, hoping that whatever it is, it isn't as scary as Cyclone thinks of it. What I see is even more horrifying than what I thought it was. For there in a small clearing, floated a figure cloaked in darkness and shadows, with red lights for eyes.

-Chapter end-