Prologue~
The Ending of Freedom
My eyes ached as the adjusted to the dim, restricted light. I rustled - it was very uncomfortable for me to not see; my eyesight was very good. Usually I could see ages away. Whoever had captured me locked me tightly. I remembered my final moments of freedom.
Buzzing around the forest was peaceful. Nothing to do, everything to think about. But I had plenty of time to think about anything. I was free. A free Yanmega. As I traced the trees, I saw many other free pokemon. Butterfree giggling happily in the treetops, Scythers and Scizors slashing at each other as a part of their mission to grow stronger, Ledyba and Rattata sitting peacefully in holes in the trees. I could see all this, yet I couldn't see the one thing that would capture me forever.
The tackle, the fire. I looked up to see a Quilava looking down at me. I tried to fly up, but I couldn't. A red and white ball was flying at me. I felt myself shrink into it's power. I tried rocking the ball. "Escape the ball," was all I could think. But I was too weak. The last think I could think about was the Scyther and Scizor training with their rapid scythes. Maybe I should have trained with them...
Chapter 1~
First Battle
I rocked around gruffly, but I couldn't stop it. The trainer was - running? I couldn't tell, but I could here the rough screeches of a Raticate, the grinding of it's teeth. I felt sorry for it, for it must have had the same fate as I.
"Guess then; I've always got... Yanmegaria!" I felt myself shooting out of the small ball. I zoomed into my full size, a dazzle of white light. It blinded me, more than the darkness of the ball. Yanmegaria? Who was that? I must have been chosen instead. "Yanmegaria, tackle attack, NOW!" I heard my trainer shout out the command. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't. How? The voice overpowered me, forced me, to obey. I rammed my head into the Raticate, it hurt a lot.
"Yanmegaria! Tackle again!" I rammed full force into the Raticate. Surely I had concussion by now. Serious concussion. I bet no trainer had ever thought about whether or not their Yanmegas got concussion. It hurt. "Okay, got him now! Ancientpower!!" Ancient- What now? But instead of wondering, I found myself lifting some of the ground up with my mind, and then hurtling it at the Raticate. Then, sooner than I knew what was happening, I felt the hot, sharp fangs of the Raticate in my leg. It stung badly. I fell... hurtling towards the ground, my head throbbing, by legs in a twist to try and protect my dignity from falling, but my mind had closed before I hit the rocky ending made by gravity.
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