Carracosta and Omastar

Out in the middle of the ocean, there was an island. It was all alone most of the time, far from any other scrap of land and inhabited only by a few Pokémon who earned trust with the island guardian. It had some coconut trees, some tall grasses, some orchids, some bushes, and a hoard of treasure hidden away in its central lagoon. Centuries ago, the treasure had been left there by an infamous pirate. The only clues on its whereabouts were within a journal that held mostly navigational notes and business transactions. It had gone without notice, leaving the island a tranquil place.

That was no longer the case.

Cannons thundered over the ocean waves. Pokémon capable of flying zipped through the air, attacking the enemies of their Trainers. Below, Pokémon capable of swimming battled it out with each other more fiercely than usual. Even the humans were fighting too, using their technology like cannons and guns to attack each other and the Pokémon. To the south of the island, there were many ships, all decked out in armor and weapons. There was blood in the water, and greed in the hearts.

Technically, there were two sides to this battle. The directions to this island had been found by one person, but that person had told others, who informed two different governments. The leaders of both countries wanted to lay claim to the vast treasure that was supposed to be on the island. Thus, they had both sent fleets to do so. The two fleets met and now they fought. Yet each person in the battle knew of the treasure, and they wanted it for themselves.

On one ship, the captain checked over the battle and noticed that his side seemed to be winning. His country had more ships still afloat than the other. "But I know the Admiral is going to try taking all the credit, when my men have sunk more ships than his," he muttered to himself. So he took a Pokeball from his pocket and released his most valued Pokémon.

It was an ancient looking Pokémon, with a rough black shell and muscular blue fins. The race of Carracosta was indeed ancient, so much so that they could only be brought back with fossil DNA. But this individual, he was young for his kind, only a couple decades old. He was loyal to his Trainer, even enough to overcome the lure of treasure.

The captain was not so strong against temptation. He pointed out the Admiral's ship. "Go and attack that one. Make sure it sinks. They are planning on betraying us."

The Carracosta raised a fin, showing his acceptance of the mission. He then dove off the side of the ship and began swimming through the waters. On his way there, he passed by many aggressive Pokémon, battling each other and seeking out enemies. There were even bodies, of both human and Pokémon. But he ignored all that. He headed for the ship.

On the flagship, the Admiral was indeed giving orders to start turning on the other ships once the enemy ships had been wiped out. By his side, he had his favorite Pokémon with him, a pale blue creature with long tentacles and a large spiked shell. The Omastar was getting restless, shifting her shell about. She wanted to be out fighting too, but her loyalty to her Trainer kept her there until he gave her orders. After all, that was how it always was to be.

Finally, he did have some orders for her. "Go and patrol below the ship," he said. "I don't want any saboteurs and you're the one I trust to do it."

She cheerfully called out her acceptance of that, then headed off into the ocean. Although she didn't want the ship to sink, she wanted someone to attack it. Then she could get in on the action.

The Carracosta arrived at the flagship. He knew his Trainer wasn't supposed to be doing this. But, it was to help his Trainer that he would. He dashed for the ship's hull, slamming into it with his left forefin. Although it was armored with metal, his actions punched a hole right into it, with cracks spread out from it. He then bit one loose edge and further opened the hole.

Not long after she had started her patrol, the Omastar saw the Carracosta biting through the hull. Pleased and angered, she fired rocky spikes as she swam to encounter him. Carracosta paused in his attack on the ship to hurl a rock at her. He then threw another at the weakened part of the hull, making it more likely to sink the ship. Then he turned to face her.

She quickly dodged his next attack, then grabbed onto him with her tentacles and repeatedly bit him. He flailed in the water, trying to hit her, but often hitting himself as well. But this wasn't a civilian's battle. No, this was war, and they were expected to fight until their very last breath, if it came to that.

The Omastar died first, when her shell took on heavy cracks and a sharp edge of it pierced through her skull. But she had locked her tentacles tightly around the Carracosta, especially around his fins. Thinking she was still alive, he kept struggling to get free and attack her properly. He had hit himself too many times to notice that she wasn't biting him anymore. It wasn't long before he was dead too. Both sank to the ocean floor, along with the Admiral's ship.

And the island guardian noticed when the two most loyal and probably most worthy beings on the battlefield died. Appalled at the fighting and betrayal, the guardian unleashed an attack on the whole battlefield. None of them would be allowed to come onto the island itself.

Thus the tranquil and normally lonely island became known as the Isle of Red Sand.

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Omastar Fire Red entry: Its tentacles are highly developed as if they are hands and feet. As soon as it ensnares prey, it bites.

Carracosta Black entry: They can live both in the ocean and on land. A slap from one of them is enough to open a hole in the bottom of a tanker.

Happy New Year! I just hope this entry does not reflect on 2012. But it is a good story. Anyone want to see a follow-up with Deoxys?