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    Thanks for the compliment! Sorry about the explosion of your brain, though.

    I'll continue to add more for awhile. And be sure to check out Feralninja's League of Heroes. This story is based off of a character from that fan fiction, and the two will overlap every now and again.
    "Trainer: We would like to invite you to try your hand at a new kind of challenge. The League of Heroes is a league of world-class battlers, with its own set of leaders and elite four members. If you are interested, please mail your invitation to the location listed below with your RSVP and we will send you a map with the locations of our gyms.
    Yours truly, the Elite Four of the NCTH
    Tower of the Ancients, Unova"



    If you challenge our league and are lucky enough to get to me, you have a shot at winning the Mountain Heights Symbol. Credit to Northern Lights for the badge.

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    Part seven: Crunch Time

    “Scrag! Use Sand Tomb!”

    The opposing Boldore grunted as its legs sank into a pit of sand so dry that it appeared to be melting as it slid sluggishly around the trapped Pokemon. Scrag then dug underneath the unstable ground, causing the opponent to disappear under the vortex. Suddenly, the Boldore was launched into the air by a quick nip from the Sandile’s pointed baby teeth.

    “Great match, buddy!” I yelled, holding my arms open for the customary hug he begged after every victory. But instead of running up to me, Scrag paused and glanced around in apparent terror. I started towards him, but the familiar glow around his eyes made me stop in my tracks. Scrag was evolving!

    He cried out a last “Scree!” as the glow began to envelop his entire body. His hind feet stretched out, and his claws grew. Spines began to rise on his back and tail, the latter of which grew about a foot in length. He leaned backwards on his hind legs and his back arched as he grew into a bipedal creature. His baby teeth were shed and swiftly replaced by longer, dagger-like fangs. Scrag stood fully in front of me, perhaps an inch or two taller than Clay’s Krokorok as the light cleared. “Scurgascur?” it growled at me in amazement and confusion.

    “Scrag! You evolved!”

    Its eyes widened for a moment, and it dashed up to me, landing in my arms with a grunt. I stood so that we could make our way back to the cabin. For a few moments it tried to balance on my shoulder the way it did as a Sandile, but it couldn’t accustom its new size to my narrow, feminine frame and staggered off in dismay. Smiling gently, I bent down for my saddened Pokemon to climb on my back, just this once.

    We arrived back at the cabin around the time that the morning patrols did. Analyt broiled a Basculin and we ate like royalty to celebrate Scrag’s evolution. He and Cedar ate together, both flirtatiously exchanging grins and giggles.

    I thought to the Summit. Who would be there? Would they like me? Would they like my team? Would I be good enough to be an Elite Four member? I just got beaten; maybe that was a sign..

    I shook away the thought. I was strong, I could handle it.. I would just have to spend the next week training. Week.. Week and a half, technically. But that didn’t include travel time. I figured I would bring my full league team to the Summit. Meant my only aerial transportation was Ferocity. She couldn’t do it on her own… And none of my team was fast on land. I could ask Skyla for a lift, but the Summit seemed a bit too exclusive for an everyday gym leader to attend. Skyla was talented, but she obviously didn’t fall under their caliber, or else they would have called her, not her unknown cousin. How did they even find all of us, I wondered. I was in a few league tournaments, and a few contests.. Made it on the TV a few times, sure. But that was all in the east. Unova has so little connection to Johto.. How would they notice me?

    Suddenly, a call came through on my Pokegear. It was Skyla.

    “Becca! I’m so glad you picked up.. Cilan, Chile and Cress just went missing!”

    “Wait, hold on now. Who? Are these your friends or Pokemon of yours?”

    “They co-lead the gym in Striaton City! They’ve been gone a lot lately, but today Lenora went to visit them and the gym was closed! I’m really worried!”

    “Lenora..?”

    “Oh, don’t you do your homework? She leads the Nacrene gym.”

    “Ok. Well, Skyla, don’t you think you’re overanalyzing the situation a bit? If they co-lead the gym, they must spend a lot of time together. Maybe they’re sick.”

    “They’re triplets, but I don’t think that’s what it is. There was a weird symbol carved into their door! I think it means something!”

    “Describe the symbol.”

    “It was an arch shape with little thingies coming out of the bottom.”

    “Well THAT’S helpful.”

    “Oh, why can’t you have an Xtranceiver like the rest of us???”

    “Um, because I’m from Johto?”

    “Wait, your Pokegear has a video feed too, right?”

    “Yes, didn’t you know that?”

    “THEN TURN IT ON!!!!!!!!!”

    I did. Skyla’s panicked face showed up on the tiny screen.

    “Ok, show it to me. The video feed really drains the battery.”

    She quickly sketched a figure on a scrap of paper and showed it to me.

    “Hmm… That looks like the Greek Omega symbol.”

    “They’re not Greek! Why would that symbol be on their door if they aren’t Greek? They must have been kidnapped! Oh, this is horrible, what will I do, oh my gosh, we’re all doomed, we’re all doomed, we’re all doomed!!!”

    She broke off into frenzied hyperventilation.

    “Skyla! I need you to relax. You’re probably stressing out over nothing. But I can ask about it at the Summit if you want.”

    “Can’t you ask them NOW???” she whimpered.

    “No, because I don’t have their numbers.”

    “Oh, why did I even call you? I just figured you might’ve seen that in Johto…”

    “English isn’t even that common in Johto. The only reason I knew what that was is from postcards from Pokemon Universities that have tried to enroll me. Apparently fraternities use Greek symbols for their names. But no, I haven’t seen that on a door before. Unless the gym became a Frat house, I don’t know why the Omega symbol was on their gym door. Now, if you ever see a giant, bold, italic R or G, I might have seen it once or twice. But Omega? Sorry. But I’ll look into it. Call up your Elite Four if you get the chance. They might know something about it.”

    She sighed. “Fine.. But call me if you find anything out, ok? Promise?”

    “Sure thing, cuz. I gotta go, aight? Take care.”

    I sighed, not looking forward to spending my afternoon on the computer. I got onto my laptop and typed “Omega” into the search bar. I muttered to myself as I read. “Last letter of the Greek alphabet.. Value of 800. Means great O. Last.. Ultimate limit.. Opposite of Alpha.. Makes an AWWW sound… Nope, nothing.”

    I sent Skyla a text with my findings. NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!!! Came her impatient response. I rubbed my temples to dispel the incoming headache.

    “Analyt! You remember everything you ever see, right?”

    He nodded.

    “Have you seen one of these before?”

    He thought for a moment, left, then returned a minute or two later with a college brochure from my bag.

    “Yea, that’s what I thought, too.. I’ll ask at the Summit. For now, I’ve gotta focus on training.”

    And so I did.
    "Trainer: We would like to invite you to try your hand at a new kind of challenge. The League of Heroes is a league of world-class battlers, with its own set of leaders and elite four members. If you are interested, please mail your invitation to the location listed below with your RSVP and we will send you a map with the locations of our gyms.
    Yours truly, the Elite Four of the NCTH
    Tower of the Ancients, Unova"



    If you challenge our league and are lucky enough to get to me, you have a shot at winning the Mountain Heights Symbol. Credit to Northern Lights for the badge.

    Name- Becca
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    and there goes my 2nd-dary brain... lol. This is a great story

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    oh well, that sucks huh? it was a fun game anyway. glitched by the 404 poke

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    You're trying awfully hard to make my day, aren't you?

    Just be sure to check out League of Heroes, if you like this. It's the story that started this whole thing. Feralninja started some kind of revolution with his fan fiction.
    "Trainer: We would like to invite you to try your hand at a new kind of challenge. The League of Heroes is a league of world-class battlers, with its own set of leaders and elite four members. If you are interested, please mail your invitation to the location listed below with your RSVP and we will send you a map with the locations of our gyms.
    Yours truly, the Elite Four of the NCTH
    Tower of the Ancients, Unova"



    If you challenge our league and are lucky enough to get to me, you have a shot at winning the Mountain Heights Symbol. Credit to Northern Lights for the badge.

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    Yes, a revolution. Mwahahaha!

    Nice chapter, well written. Also yes, before anyone asks, I do buy into THAT conspieacy theory. Should the Triad ever appear in the anime, I'll claim the third member is a munna or a zoroark or something.
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    I think that if they ever appear in the anime it should be Chili, Cilan, and Cress. Imagine Ash and Iris when they find out that this guy that they have been traveling with is evil. I must say though Dracoburn that this is a very well written story. I like the fact that Becca knows absolutley nothing about the gym leaders of Unova.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Xman96 View Post
    I think that if they ever appear in the anime it should be Chili, Cilan, and Cress. Imagine Ash and Iris when they find out that this guy that they have been traveling with is evil. I must say though Dracoburn that this is a very well written story. I like the fact that Becca knows absolutley nothing about the gym leaders of Unova.
    Which makes sense. See, she has no interest in competing in the Unova League, thus has no desire to meet the gym leaders. Unlike me, who fought through the league, thereby meeting them all.

    Also, Dracoburn, later on, after the summit, you may want to have Skyla mention that she brought my pokemon over from Kanto for me, with my Unfezant, Xaldin. Because... well, she did.
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    I'll fit that in somewhere. She'll surely mention the Summit to Skyla, and I doubt there's any way she could go without mentioning Cole. She has a bit of an admiration for he and his Charizard.
    "Trainer: We would like to invite you to try your hand at a new kind of challenge. The League of Heroes is a league of world-class battlers, with its own set of leaders and elite four members. If you are interested, please mail your invitation to the location listed below with your RSVP and we will send you a map with the locations of our gyms.
    Yours truly, the Elite Four of the NCTH
    Tower of the Ancients, Unova"



    If you challenge our league and are lucky enough to get to me, you have a shot at winning the Mountain Heights Symbol. Credit to Northern Lights for the badge.

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    Sorry this took so long, guys. I've been really busy, and it's a long chapter. If you want another side to this chapter, read the first part of League of Heroes.

    Part Eight: The Summit

    I picked at the blisters on my hands nervously. After hearing tales of Groudon, I was a little anxious to follow through with my plan. Scrag turned to me and grinned, his terracotta-colored snout overflowing with teeth and fish breath. “Scurgascarr!” The newly-evolved Krookodile seemed undeniably more excited about the journey we were just about to set off on.

    “Alright, Scrag, how does a little role-reversal sound? I carried you around on my back for awhile. Now it’s your turn.”

    He winked his narrowed right eye and turned to the Cliffside. I had flown in on Ferocity to this point, but we decided that it would be faster for Scrag to dig through the cliffs than for Ferocity to lose momentum flying through the flat airs of the plains. After this, I would stay on Fer’s back, but first we had to get through this side of Victory Road.

    “Scarrg! Ascarrg!” Scrag was already clawing at the wall.

    “Alright, buddy. You’ve gotta get through as quickly as you can. As soon as we’re through this mountain, you can rest. I’ll get Trench to climb the wall up to the tower. He nodded impatiently.

    “Ok.. Go!”

    Scrag’s sharp talons tore at the sheer rock wall, and it immediately gave. His Moxie increased his power as he went, and he quickly gained velocity. I pressed my forehead against his soft, warm loin, praying to Arceus that the cave walls didn’t collapse on us. My heart hammered as I pictured Groudon’s glowing scowl, his sharp claws and the magma boiling under his skin.. Scrag must have sensed my incoming panic attack and growled reassuringly. I settled down, focusing on the feeling of flying, and trying to ignore the unsettling shifting in the Krookodile’s gait.

    Though it was only about ten minutes before we saw the light again, it felt as if days had passed. I hungrily sucked in oxygen, painfully aware of how much my lungs burned from the musty tunnel. Asthma clawed angrily at my trachea and I broke off into a brief coughing fit. I shook it off, hopped off of Scrag’s back, tossed him a piece of jerky from the baggie in my tote, and recalled his grinning form.

    “Ferocity! Let’s finish this!

    She materialized with her wings already spread. I inched onto her back, incredibly sore from riding bareback on Scrag. I never used a harness, but my dragons had higher spines and, oh yea, flew instead of running…

    No sooner was I on her back than Ferocity kicked off the ground. But I was ready. She and I developed our patience, or lack thereof, at about the same pace. The sun was already rising, and there was NO WAY I was going to be late.

    The sun was cooking the dust around us as Ferocity landed at the base of the Tower of the Ancients. She looked simply exhausted, so I recalled her and sent out Trench. I hadn’t used him since my trip through Sinnoh, but the strong-willed Torterra stood unfazed and ready to climb. He raised his eyebrows, signaling me to get onto his back.

    I sighed, and clambered onto his island of a shell. I settled myself on my stomach against the tree towards the center, preparing to straddle it when he took his ascent. I knew the drill. The tree was like a bike seat. All the more fun on my already saddle-sore thighs. Splinters.

    Trench grunted, and slowly pulled himself up the cliff. I hoped there would be food at the Summit. My whole team was exhausted. We finally reached the top and I recalled him. I wiped my palms off on my jeans nervously, unwilling to look nervous in front of all these new people. I flashed my invitation to the usher at the door, and they let me in with a courteous smile.

    Inside, where I had expected an elaborate foyer, I found.. Hallways. Lots of different doors to be tested. I refused to indulge my curiosity, and instead followed the halls until I found a simple door with Alder Hall printed on a plaque to its right. I swallowed painfully and quietly slipped through the door.

    I found a large room with a high ceiling. The tile floor was lined with long wooden tables. There were windows all along the sides, and a staircase at the end led to what I believed was the Champion’s room. Where will my room be? Do I get a room here? Silent questions flooded my brain. Two men sat at the end of one table, obviously deep in conversation. One had a cloaked, scowling bug-type floating menacingly behind it and the other had an angry-looking dragon thrashing its three heads. I decided not to mess with them, and instead slipped over to the refreshment table. Maybe I would mingle when more people showed up, but they didn’t look interested in hearing anything from me. Whatever Draco thought, I needed human friends like I needed a kick in the shins. I was glad to see cans of soda pop lined up on the table, and grabbed four, along with a handful of Leppa berries. I released Trench, Ferocity and Scrag. We crept to a table near the two men, and they immediately stood as one and left the room. I sighed in disappointment. They obviously didn’t want me around…

    I passed out the soda pop and berries to my three traveling companions. We ate in nervous silence as the other leaders and elites began to fill in the room. I recalled Trench to his Pokeball. One of his more noticeable quirks was his crowd anxiety, a trait he and I shared.

    About forty-five minutes after high noon, my eye was caught by a familiar figure. A Charizard! It was following a confident-looking man of about my age. Maybe a bit younger. His height made it hard to tell, as he stood even higher than his draconian fire type. He had black jeans and a black shirt with a flame on it, half covered by a black leather jacket, and his choppy brown hair stuck out at odd angles. He certainly looked like a fire trainer.

    Next to him stood an oddly-dressed man, in a full suit with a wide brimmed hat. It appeared that the two were discussing their Pokemon. I leaned towards them, hoping to learn something about the beautiful Charizard.

    Two flashes of light came from the man in the hat and I saw a Dragonite and another one of those angry-looking three-headed dragons. This one must be the dragon leader. Seems like a good way to break the ice, I thought.

    I started towards them, but stopped, realizing that a ground elite four member should look tough. I summoned up my courage, and Scrag and Ferocity lined up behind me in silence.

    “Hey. Cole, right?”

    The two spun around to face me, startled. “Yea?”

    Trying to look intimidating, I crunched the soda can in my fist and tossed it over my shoulder, as if I didn’t care. He winced. I wondered whether I had made a bad first impression or if he was just spooked by the two beasts behind me.

    “Name’s Becca. I’m the ground type member of the Elite Four. Nice to meet you, punk.”

    Hat guy curled his lip. “The one who looks like a punk here is you. Just sayin’.”

    Oops.. I read hat guy’s name tag. Mozzeh. Odd name, that.

    “Oh, and you’re Mr. Dragon leader, aren’t you, Mozzeh? Well, I got a bone to pick with the two of you, so it’s just as well that you’re sitting together. Now, my Garchomp only has to strike once!” Assert yourself, they’ll notice you.. Make them know how strong you are.. I told myself. “Stupid league picks you two clowns to be the leaders of the types I wanted! Not fair, if you ask me.” At least they have your attention. You started a conversation. Good job.

    Hat guy, wait, Mozzeh didn’t seem impressed. He raised his eyebrow in holier-than-thou contempt and drawled “Frankly, I don’t associate with clowns. Creepy things, they are.”

    Cole, on the other hand, was bristling. He glared down at me from about half a foot above my head. His Pokemon followed suit; heat radiated from his Charizard, and it began to growl. The rabbit-looking thing, which struck me as more adorable than intimidating, hissed and sparks began igniting between its ears. Ferocity and Scrag guarded the Charizard as if he had the flag in a game of Capture the Flag. Hat guy(he annoyed me, and therefore did not deserve me to regard him by his name) snapped his fingers, and the two dragons behind him drew closer.

    Hat guy pulled the brim of said hat over his eyes and stated “I don’t want a fight, but if it means keeping the peace, I’ll have my dragons blast both of you out of this tower.” He seemed a little nervous in that he began fidgeting with the buttons on his suit coat. “And Becca, frankly I couldn’t care less if you’re a member of the Elite Four. I’m certain that my dragons are stronger than your desert lurkers.”

    Desert lurkers? Ha! Bet this so-called dragon trainer has never trained any dragons aside from his gym team. If I was testing him for most respectable league trainer, he would get an F! Ferocity echoed my thoughts in a furious growl.

    Cole nodded, his anger clearly settled. "Mozzeh’s right; it’s stupid to fight amongst ourselves. Just know, Becca, that I’m sorry you didn’t get the type you wanted. Frankly, I would have been just as happy with the water type!” He smiled as if thinking of a specific water type. He, on the other hand, passed. This kid deserves his name. And probably the fame caused by his escapades. He seems pretty modest.

    A new voice came from behind us, followed by the slapping of shoes on floor as a blue-haired girl fought to keep her balance. “Water type? Huh? Talking to me?” Her Pokemon helped her stabilize, and she began walking towards us. She was a walking mass of the color blue, but she seemed nice enough. “My name’s Ammy, and I’m the water leader. Who are you guys?”

    We introduced ourselves, with me the last to shake her hand. She smiled at me. “I was afraid I was going to be the only girl here! But I guess I was wrong. Where are you from, Becca?”
    I laughed nervously. “Yea, you sure don’t see as many female trainers as male.. Well, I’m from Johto. Mount Silver.”

    She nodded halfheartedly, and we carried on an uninterested conversations. Both of us were watching Cole. I wonder what his story is.. I wish I had a chance to talk to him alone, without Hat guy’s involvement..

    The two men from when I had first arrived ambled over to where Cole and Mozzeh stood. There was a brief dialogue, and the new guy with the dragon reached out towards the fire bunny, only to get bitten. He appeared enraged at this, and reared back to fire a right hook at the critter.

    “No! Victini!” Ammy gasped, and started towards the confrontation, but I held my arm out in front of her. “Let Cole handle this. He’s a big boy.” I wanted to see how he reacted. Ammy sighed in reluctant acceptance, and slumped a little in stature. “Don’t worry. If it becomes a battle, we’ll stick up for the Victorini or whatever it’s called. But see, that Dragonite won’t let it get hurt.” “Victini..” she grumbled, correcting me.

    The man who’d received the bite turned to his dragon and shouted a snarling reply. “All right, Hydreigon! Let’s get out of here! We’re going to find those other leaders!”

    The other man, who appeared rather important, placed his hand on the agitated man’s shoulder and murmured obviously calming words, based on the other man’s body language.

    Ammy seemed lost in daydreams, so I went off to find someone more interesting. I spotted a man with a shiny Sceptile, which immediately piqued my interest. I had never had much luck with finding shinies of my own; the only shiny Pokemon I ever encountered in the wild was a bubblegum pink Graveler, and it self-destructed before I could even try to catch it! His name was Phoenix and he had been lucky enough to get it as a starter. Oh well, I would never trade Draco for anything in the world.

    A crash alerted us that the doors had been shoved open. I jumped, and turned to look in that direction. In the doorway stood a man and two women. The man was trying to dry a rather strange-looking bird. One of the women stood unobtrusively while the third whipped out two Pokeballs and sent out a Rotom and a zebra-looking Pokemon with lightning bolt stripes running down its side. She must be the electric leader, I thought to myself. Cool!

    The first woman, well, girl seemed to yell something back towards the doorway. She paused, then threw a disc through the door. Suddenly, she yelled to us to duck, and, instinctively, we did. I was glad for the warning, as a Hyper Beam suddenly shattered the door from its hinges, along with pieces of the surrounding wall. I peeked around the wall I was behind to see the girl lead in a Metagross and a Steelix. No wonder they couldn’t fit!

    They began discussing their challenge of getting through the storm. Afraid to join in, I began day dreaming. I had gotten to the Summit before there were even clouds in the sky, so I only knew from the people arriving that the weather outside was frightful. I lay back against Scrag and examined the other trainers. The new people were Karin, David and Fire. The men who left the room when I had first showed up were Raj, the man who had sent our invites, and Nate, who seemed to get along rather poorly with Cole after the conflict involving the fire rabbit thing.

    Raj snapped me out of my thoughts by calling us to one of the long tables. I sat down by myself, anxious about talking with the whole group. I decided to be as confident as I could be.

    “You all know why you were called here.” Sighed Raj.

    I took a leap. “Because we’re the best there is.” I cracked my knuckles self-consciously. I had meant it sarcastically, but the rest of the league seemed less than impressed.

    Nate shrugged it off. “Yea, you’ve all proved your worth. And you made it way out here. That’s commendable. Basically, what you need to know is that we have posted a notice for this league in Pokemon Centers around the world. We want people to come from everywhere to challenge us. Find who really is the best in the world.”

    Raj continued the thought. “But not in terms of sheer force. We want to know the best strategies, the best tactics, the best adaptability. You are all to assemble mono-type teams with one wildcard of your choosing. Mozzeh, you for example, will have to deal with trainers using rock, ice and other dragon types. You will develop strategies to counter this, becoming stronger yourself. That is the goal of this league, to make everyone stronger.”

    The man with the blue Sceptile chimed in. “Sounds like a good time. And us Elite Four members eagerly await the challengers that defeat you.”

    I rolled my eyes. “Make sure that some of ‘em actually make it this far, or I’m going to be freakin’ bored.”

    The conversation turned to badges for a few minutes. This didn’t apply to me, so I didn’t pay much attention. I thought it might be cool if the Elite Four members gave out a symbol of some sort, but I was much too nervous to speak up about it. Maybe I could call Raj later and ask him one-on-one. I’ve always been much better socially when I’m not surrounded by people I don’t know.

    The chick with the electric types, Karin, I think, broke my thoughts. “What about rules? Anything we should know?”

    Raj cleared that up for all of us. “Mostly the rules will be up to the individual leader. Battle style, items that are illegal, using Pokemon of the same species and so on are decisions you can make. However, we will say that you can not invalidate a win on the basis of luck, and you cannot ban counter teaming. This league is about overcoming that.”

    Alright, I can handle that. I’ll just need to use moves they won’t expect, just like Gyara’s Thunder.

    “What about OHKO moves?” asked Cole. “People who use those just ruin the fun for everyone else..”

    “Those are illegal, and are grounds for the nullification of the challenge.” I was surprised to hear Nate agree with anything Cole said.

    A man down the table raised his hand. “Can we ban entry hazards, too? Stealth Rock would destroy my team.”

    Raj shrugged. “That part’s up to you. As long as the rules aren’t too drastic, like banning a certain type or Pokemon, you’re fine.”

    I couldn’t keep my lip from curling. Some teams partially depended on entry hazards to give them the upper hand! I felt, and still feel, that banning Stealth Rock is nothing but a sign of weakness. Shouldn’t the leader be prepared to handle their personal weaknesses? If anyone deserves such a strange ban, it’s me, banning Lapras. But to get that ok’d would take me explaining Dracoburn’s Story, and there was no way I would go into my personal life with these people. Maybe I could write about it later…

    The topic changed to location. I knew I wouldn’t need a gym, as I would accept challengers in this tower with the rest of the Elite Four. But then I heard some of the guys start flirting with Ammy and Karin, and I regained attention the second I heard Cole’s voice. If the other girls could earn these guys’ attention, they should be noticing me! I’m pretty, right? I.. I’m fit.. And they’re my age.. Why do they all care about them, not me? I sighed. Maybe the first step would be to apologize to the people I fought with earlier.. Or I could at least start with Cole. He seemed like the kind of guy who would listen to my explanation..

    The young girl, Fire, the one who broke the door, started looking as if she would burst with excitement. “Ooh! Ooh! I found this steel mine under Mount Silver! It’s really cool!”

    Mount Silver? She might find out where I’m from. She could harm some of the Pokemon I left there! Or take them!

    “Mount Silver? Don’t expect many visits from me!” I growled, before realizing that that would only make them MORE suspicious.. Quit being so paranoid.. She’s just a kid..
    I sighed, and slumped back in my chair, staring at the table.

    The meeting adjourned a few minutes later. We got up to leave, but the man who had checked our invitations darted into the room with the news that our Champion was missing!

    Everyone began to panic. I didn’t understand their terror. Maybe he just left his room to go to the bathroom or something! They did say he was sick, right? Maybe he has an upset stomach!

    I rolled my eyes, and sat back in my chair, zoning out again. But suddenly a harsh light pierced the room, and four shadows accompanied by a rather strange-looking Pokemon(shaped a bit like a mushroom, I guessed that it could be a psychic type by the way it hovered over the floor). Scrag and Ferocity, who had been eying the other dragons warily suddenly bristled, baring their fangs. A collective growl came from every non-human creature in the room, aside from the psychic mushroom thing, of course.

    As one, and without command, the Pokemon charged the five figures in the center of the chamber, snarling fiercely to protect their trainers. The humanoid standing behind the psychic shroom clapped its hands and the creature’s eyes glowed. Suddenly, Ferocity and Scrag, along with every other attacking Pokemon, shrieked and froze, their hate mixed with pain.

    Mozzeh gasped. “Those three men! I’d know them anywhere! It’s the Shadow Triad!”

    The what??

    I heard Cole gasp. “No! It can’t be!”

    Karin yelled to her Rotom “Spooks! Shadow Ball!”

    The tiny electric ghost surrounded itself in a sinister energy and launched a full-power ball of fear towards the man in the center. But before it could make contact, the evil mushroom teleported in its path and surrounded the two of them with a shield.

    “Using his Pokemon as a shield.. It’s gotta be Ghetsis!” Cole raged, and his Victini began glowing purple, growling in anger, and fear. Ghetsis.. But I thought he was gone!

    Raj stepped up, a few feet ahead of us, making it clear that he was our leader, of sorts. “What are you doing here, interlopers?”

    The man Cole had labeled as Ghetsis smiled in mock innocence. “I have merely come to bring the news. You must have noticed four members of your assembly are not present.”

    Nate grew red in the face and screamed at him. “If you have anything to do with this, you’ll pay!”

    “I have everything to do with it. I have captured them. They are safe. For now. I will release them to you… If you give me all of your Pokemon.”

    Our Pokemon? No! I will never surrender to him!

    Ghetsis and Cole had a brief exchange, too quiet and private for me to catch. But I could tell it didn’t end well, as the Victini suddenly launched a flaming, purple V shape at the man. Once again, the Pokemon protected him from the blow.

    He can handle special attacks.. But let’s see how he dodges a strong melee hit! “Ferocity! Giga Impact!”

    But before Ferocity could launch the attack, he flicked a Pokeball in my direction. The light cleared, and in front of me stood a figure I had hoped to never see again in my life.

    “L-Lapras?!? You bastard! How did you know about that? How do you know about Dracoburn?!”

    “I know everything.” He drawled. “Now, Raj. Tell your league to turn over all of their Pokemon, and the others go free.”

    My knees shook, and I fell to the floor, tears burning in my eyes. No… You can’t have my Pokemon….

    I was vaguely aware of Phoenix calling for his Pokemon to attack Ghetsis. As Scrag and Ferocity moved to surround me and guard me from the crowd, understanding how easily bruised my pride was, I heard a snap.

    “Long live Omega!” three voices chanted in unison. Another snap followed, and the other men, along with the Pokemon, vanished.

    “Those bastards!” came a voice from the other side of Scrag.

    ***

    As the storm cleared, the group began to leave. I stood towards the back of the group, trying to avoid explaining my earlier loss of cool. They didn’t seem to notice me, and I pretended not to care, tracing the scars on Ferocity’s back to keep from crying.

    Wistfully, I watched Ammy and Cole having a friendly conversation. He then turned, waved to Raj, and grasped the flying harness on his Charizard. I couldn’t let him leave without making things right!

    In a rush of adrenaline, I darted out in front of the Charizard before it could take off. “Wait!!” He turned his head to look at me. “Hey, Cole, I wanted to apologize for being such a jerk..”

    He shook his head slowly. “No worries.”

    “No, really.. You got the type I wanted, and your Charizard is so healthy and strong.. Not like Dracoburn…”

    There. It was out.

    “Dracoburn? You said that back at the conference. What is it?”

    My life. My best friend. My only friend…

    “It’s the name of my Charizard,” I explained. “He was blinded, in a battle against Red on top of Mount Silver. His Lapras used Blizzard, and Dracoburn wouldn’t let me lose. He took it full-on to the face.”

    Cole looked as if he suddenly understood. “So that’s why you stopped when that guy threw out a Lapras.”

    I scuffled my feet. “Yea..”

    “And when Fire said her gym was in Mount Silver..”

    “Yea..”

    He looked down. “I’m sorry..”

    I shrugged, hoping I could pull off some confidence. “Hey, you didn’t know. No big deal. And… Well, I’m going to go to Twist Mountain for awhile. Clay and Skyla are old friends of mine, and Twist Mountain is right near both of them. Plus.. I just like mountains. So if you’re in the neighborhood…”

    He nodded, grinning. “Charizard and Dracoburn can fly together.”

    We shook hands. “Keep in touch,” I warned him. “If we’re going after these Team Omega guys, we’re going to have to work together.”

    He nodded, and took off on his Charizard.

    Well, at least I may get a friend out of this. I thought with a small smile to myself.

    “Well, come on Ferocity. Let’s go home.”

    She growled in agreement. I climbed onto her back, and we flew through the evening sky. Whatever happened, we could face this. Together.
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    I read this early this morning before I left for school (well, the first half) and the rest just now. But this time, I cross referenced it with the original, and wow, the dialogue was spot-on! I had expected things to be close, but wow. That was a pretty cool feeling.
    Essentially, there is very little to critique here in terms of writing errors. You're already proficient at the art. I only note one thing... instead of "yeah", you use "yea". Nothing wrong with it, it merely strikes me as odd and a bit endearing.
    See, on fictionpress, over the summer, I found a writer just starting out and began looking at his stuff, because it was a cool concept. I helped him get better, and sorta took him under my wing. He did the same thing, and I've mentioned as much to him. He says there's no reason as to why he does it, he just does. I wonder if you have a reason?

    Either way, awesome chapter. I liked how Becca's more personal feelings were put forth, and how the gap was sort of filled on how her character went from being very abrasive to rather kind if withdrawn.

    As for the next part, no rush in getting it up, if you do continue with this. Remember, in the story, I spend about a week and a half setting up my gym before coming for a visit. I think for your story the only real mention of that would be if I bring it up (can't remember if I do...) or at the very least a call to you from Skyla, since she helped me get my pokemon out to the forest.
    Were I to do it, I'd probably do it via flashback as you see Charizard and I coming in.
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    Alright, good to know. I was planning on using that week to train a bit, or research the region. I was thinking Ferocity and Scarr might have another egg or two. I can include you in that perhaps I help Skyla load her planes or something.

    I use "yea" simply to be different. All my friends used to use "ya" in texts, so I began adding that e just to stand out a bit.
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    Here's a cute little interlude to put some perspective to my team. Kill some of the tension related to Omega.

    Part Nine: Field Day

    The digits on my Pokegear showed a glowing 3:27 by the time Trench finally pulled us the last mile or so up Twist Mountain. I gingerly slid down from his rough, island-esque shell. He grunted and crawled to a soft patch of grass, collapsing in exhaustion. I half-heartedly coated the scrapes on his feet with a berry poultice before releasing the remainder of my Pokemon. Scrag sprawled out in a pit of dust, snoring shamelessly. Ferocity began towards the nest of fallen trees she and Scarr had arranged, stumbling before she made it. Scarr glided from the nest to help her the rest of the way.

    As for me, I passed by Analyt’s den to request him to prepare larger portions of breakfast for the team who had trekked to the Summit with me. I then limped bowlegged to my room in the cabin and collapsed on the bed, unable to move.

    About an hour later, I was vaguely aware of a warm figure moving itself protectively over me. I caught the wood smoke scent of Dracoburn, and I let myself fall into a deep rest.

    It was almost one in the afternoon when I was roused by the familiar scent of smoked Basculin. Red stripe form, my favorite Unova fish. I shook myself awake and tugged my most comfortable plaid shirt over my pajamas. By the time I had made it to the fire, still rubbing sleep from my eyes, the afternoon patrol of Tryxie, Charlie and Psycha was preparing to leave. Cedar was creeping her claws along Scrag’s spine as the Krookodile tore haphazardly at his meal, completely oblivious to his Sandslash friend’s flirtatious signals.

    Everything was running like clockwork. I settled on a log, warming my hands by the lapping orange flames while Analyt prepared a portion for me. Draco sat on the ground at my feet, making our heads about even in height. I looked into his sightless blue eyes, silently thanking him for his company the night before. We ate together in silence, not even sharing thoughts.

    I was just finishing my lunch when my Pokegear began vibrating. I slid the screen up to unlock it, and spotted Skyla’s familiar face on the tiny screen.

    “Becca! You’re finally awake. I was hoping you could come down tomorrow and help me with something.”

    I yawned. “Sure. What time?”

    “As soon as you’re dressed, I guess, silly. I need help loading up my cargo plane.”

    “Ok. Seeya then.”

    I took a quick shower, traded pj pants for denim shorts, and headed out to do some training. It had been awhile, and it was a great day, so I decided to let my Pokemon have some fun.

    “Analyt!” I called. He made the classic, comic “Dro?” sound as he hopped to my side. “Analyt, do you think we can set up some athletics courses? It’s such a great day out, and I want everybody to have a little fun before times get really tense.”

    He grinned, and flopped off on his disproportionately small, yet strong, wings to spread the news to my other Pokemon. At once, they yelped in excitement, and Analyt led them to the valley our cabin looks down on. Within an hour, hurdles were set up, a track of sticks was placed in a winding path around the glittering pond, and my Pokemon were rubbing different-colored berry juice under their eyes to show who’s team they were on. There would be a hurtle jump, a footrace/swimming contest and an aerial agility contest.

    The Green team was led by Draco and had Ferocity, SpiceGrrrl(Houndoom), Charlie(Poliwrath) and Trench(Torterra)

    The Blue team was led by Wyvern and had Scrag, Badass(Arbok), Tryxie(Ninetales) and Skystar(Gliscor)

    The red team was led by Analyt and had Gyara, Tyson(Feraligatr) and Zigzag(Dragonaire)

    And finally, the purple team consisted of their leader, Scarr, Cedar(Sandslash), Psycha(Alakazam) and Shadow(Gengar).

    Baby Gible would help me referee.

    The afternoon was to begin with the tag team footrace/swimming competition. Badass, Psycha, Gyara and Charlie lined up in the pond, waiting to be tagged by Scrag, Cedar, Tyson and Ferocity, who stretched by the starting line at the other edge of the water.

    “Alright, guys. Baby Gible will use Rock Smash on a small boulder when it’s time to go. That crunch means MOVE!, got it?”

    They nodded impatiently.

    “Ok, Gib, ready?” He nodded, his big baby eyes lighting up in excitement. “Go!” I whispered. He hopped up onto the boulder in front of us. “Gib.. Gib.. GIBLE!” He squeaked, followed by the CRUNCH of a stone against his forehead.

    At this, the ground Pokemon bolted from their spots. Ferocity held a natural lead, with her incredible speed stat, but Scrag wasn’t far behind. Cedar was using Rollout, traveling by zipping around on her rolled-up spines, leaving spurts of dust in Tyson’s face as the Feraligatr lumbered along behind the pack, a grin on his wide face. He knew that his team had a great advantage with Gyara, my longest Pokemon, anchoring. Gyara on his own stretched for about a quarter of the pool.

    This arrangement continued for about half of the two-mile dash, but for one exception; Cedar was getting increasingly close to Scrag. As her Rollout gained power, the speed continued to increase. However, she seemed less capable of controlling her movements. Suddenly, she veered off of the trail and crashed into a tree! I started towards her, motioning to Analyt to help, when Scrag stopped in his tracks, sending sand skidding from his giant feet. He turned, looked at her, looked at his finish line, and sprinted to the fallen Sandslash. She was lying at the bottom of the tree, which was badly dented itself from her charged-up Rollout attack, groaning. Scrag then did something I couldn’t believe had happened. He bent down, and with a face more gentle than any other Krookodile could pull off, lifted her up, and carried her onto the track. With Cedar held securely in his powerful claws, Scrag jogged the rest of the distance, only JUST beating the sluggish Tyson to where Ferocity had just tagged off Charlie, who was pushing herself forward with a well-toned butterfly stroke. Scrag tagged off first Badass, his teammate, then Psycha, who was Cedar’s. He laid her against a tree to cool down and watch the ensuing aquatic frenzy as Tyson finally slapped Gyara’s tail fin, allowing the water dragon to race along behind the others.

    Psycha, ever the genius, used Reflect and Light Screen to keep the water from slowing her down. Badass was using his serpentine form to weave through surface tension like a Dragonaire. Charlie’s muscles rippled as she continued her slow-n-steady approach. And Gyara only needed to slap his tail down once for every six strokes of his competitors.

    Meanwhile, Analyt picked me up and we ran the first aid kit to where Scrag and Cedar were resting. She was favoring her right wrist, and had lost a talon from her right foot. A few of her quills were bent, and Scrag used what little fashion sense he had to try to straighten them. I reached for her heavily bleeding foot, but she jerked it away in embarrassment. “Scrag, I need you to talk Cedar into letting me take her of her. She trusts you.” He nodded, and after the two exchanged a short conversation of growls and whines, the Sandslash gingerly pushed her injured leg into my lap, turning away in prideful fear. Scrag took the paw of her uninjured foreleg in his own claws, and I could tell she was squeezing his as I rubbed a berry poultice on her torn claw and wrapped it carefully in gauze.

    She seemed to trust me more as I examined the badly swollen wrist. It didn’t take long for my expert eye to diagnose the problem: her wrist was dislocated. I sighed. “Scrag, distract her. Keep her mind occupied. Cedar, I’m going to have to set your wrist so that the joint goes back into place. I’ll rub some berry juice on it first to numb it a bit, but this will hurt. Hold onto Scrag’s, erm, hand as tightly as you can. You’ll feel a sharp pain, followed by what feels like fire inside of the joint, but I promise that the pain will have gotten much better by the time I’m finished wrapping it. Ok?” She nodded bravely, her face twisted in a miserable grimace. I plucked two Figy berries and a rare Ganlon berry from the well-stocked kit, expertly grinding them into a numbing poultice that would boost her defense and numb the weak joint. We caught the end of the race, with Badass, the underdog, making a surprising victory, as we waited for the spicy goo to work its magic.

    “Ready, guys?” Scrag nodded, the Figy fumes making them both a bit sleepy. Neither disliked spicy food, but it certainly wasn’t a favorite of either ground type. “Ok, I want you to relax your arm…” I grasped her forearm in my left hand and the base of her paw in my right. I counted to three in my mind, and quickly twisted the wrist as I pushed her tender carpals into place, fitting perfectly around the ends of her radius and ulna. She let out a cry of pain, then fell back into unhappy whimpering as Scrag comforted her. I felt gently along the joint, making sure that I had relocated the joint correctly. I learned from setting my own various injuries, but a human knee joint is quite different from a Sandslash’s wrist joint. I could tell that her transverse carpal ligament was swollen, putting pressure on the median nerve, and that that was where the worst of the pain was coming from. She, however, had no breaks in the bones, and I had somehow gotten the relocation done correctly. I passed Scrag a bottle of Lemonade and a few Sitrus berries as I placed gauze padding on her wrist and wrapped it loosely with a hemp bandage. Scrag received a few quick directions on how to keep the joint elevated, then returned to the games on Analyt’s back.

    The next group of athletes were milling about the hurdle track until a sharp yip from Baby Gible pulled them into order. Little guy was already becoming a bit of a commander in chief. They lined up; Trench, SpiceGrrrl, Shadow, Zigzag and Tryxie.

    Trench? He’s a freakin’ Torterra! He won’t even fit over the hurdles, let alone be able to leap over them at high speeds…
    I shrugged it off. If my Pokemon thought they could do something virtually impossible for their species, who was I not to let them try?

    “Alright, guys, you’ll sprint across the field. Whenever you come across a hurdle marked with your team’s color, jump it. Whoever gets to the end of the track wins.”

    My friends nodded in anticipation and bent into sprinting positions.

    “Gib.. Gib.. GIBLE!” CRUNCH!

    With a series of roars, yelps and whistles, the Pokemon jolted from their spots, leaving dust trailing behind them. Tryxie and SpiceGrrrl jolted on all fours, their tails inclined towards the sky in excitement. Zigzag whipped back and forth, hardly touching the sparse blades of grass that she ducked around. Shadow was fading in and out of sight as she teleported about a yard at a time. And Trench.. Well, he wasn’t one for agility. He marched forward proudly, not seeming to care that the others had left him so far behind.

    As the two fire type leads approached the first hurdle, they were still neck-and-neck. The luxurious cream vulpine form cleared it gracefully, but within fractions of a second, the black canine followed in a blaze of competitive heat. Shadow and Zigzag weren’t far behind. A purple blur passed over the hurdle, and Shadow landed on the other side with a devious grin, still levitating ever so slightly. Zigzag, on the other hand, seemed to care more about looking good than winning, and she artfully looped twice over the bar before slithering on the other side. And poor Trench continued stomping towards the hurdle. We all held our breath, waiting to see the giant tortoise clear the meter-high hurdle. The gargantuan beast let out a tired-sounding sigh, reared up on three feet, and stepped carefully over what looked like a few toothpicks compared to the Torterra’s monstrous seven-and-a-half feet in height. He certainly wasn’t as agile as the others, but more dexterous than any of us had expected.

    By the time Trench had gotten over two hurdles, Zigzag was at the fifth, Shadow had just passed her sixth, and my two fire types were almost to the tenth and final hurdle. It looked like the contest was getting intense. The two seemed almost like dark/light counterparts of each other. Tryxie had a slightly higher speed stat, but SpiceGrrrl stood a full foot higher, most of which was in her long legs. Both were spraying embers under each other’s feet, all in vain as each only powered the other up, increasingly building up the intensity of their shared ability, Flash Fire. It was a photo finish as the two shot over the last jump, like shimmering bullets, surrounded by glistening embers and radiating heat. They crossed the finish line together, resulting in a tie, and immediately started growling in a toxic brew of estrogen and adrenaline. Analyt rushed forward to confront the two, spraying a gentle Icy Wind over the two to cool their jets. The two females grumbled in indignant compliance, curling up in bitter balls of fuzz, their shared victory forgotten entirely.

    Not far behind, Shadow darted over the line, followed by an artful Extremespeed by Zigzag, who had always loved big finishes. They cooled down and lapped Fresh Water from bottles and dishes Analyt had set out prior to the beginning of the race as Trench reached the halfway point. At this point, the patient tank was simply picking the sticks off of their supports with his sharp teeth and tossing them to the side. He was a good sport, and finished the race, cheered on by the other Pokemon.

    Finally, as the sun began to set, it was time for the aerial agility course. Scarr, Skystar, and Wyvern preened their wings, flexed their necks, or ground their fangs, all ready to fly. My other two fliers, Draco and Analyt, stood on either side of me. Draco would help me cover any necessary first aid runs while Analyt would follow the competitors through the course, as they would spend much of it outside of our viewpoints. Rather than a held item, Analyt wore my old Pokenav on a cord around his neck, and he would use that to call Draco and I if someone got hurt.

    “Gib.. Gib.. GIBLE!” CRUNCH!

    And they were off! Scarr pulsed his wide wings, while the other two took running starts so that they could glide smoothly through the course. First, the trees. Scarr was impatiently soaring over them, but this stopped when Analyt caught up with him to remind him of the rules. Wyvern was ducking between the trees, while Skystar took a different approach; she glided short distances, launching off of one tree and clawing her way a few feet up the next when her indigo claws found their mark. Wyvern got through the first part, followed closely by Skystar. Scarr was delayed by a few moments by the penalty he received at the start.

    Next was the cave flight, which none of us would be able to see, so I went to check on Cedar.

    When Draco touched down at the tree by the lake, Cedar was asleep in Scrag’s arms. The Krookodile motioned for me to stay quiet, so I whispered. “Scrag, is she doing better?” He nodded, gently twitching his tail to show how relaxed he was. I placed a second bottle of Lemonade next to him to replace the first. He grinned at me and raised his eyebrows. “Oh, you think you’re gonna get more than friendship out of this, huh, Scraggy boy?” He showed his teeth and winked. “Ha. Best of luck to ya, buddy. She’s always been a bit reclusive.” In response, the sleeping Sandslash nestled closer against her crocodilian friend. Scrag smirked, pleased that his point had been made. “Fine, I get it. Save some Lemonade for her. And dinner’s gonna be after this race. Teriyaki Sawsbuck, your favorite.” His eyes lit up even more, and I heard his stomach growl as I turned to fly back to the finish line for the final event.

    Soon after we landed, the fliers began to round the curve with Skystar in the lead. Scarr and Wyvern were within yards of each other. Wyvern roared powerfully, but Scarr remained unaffected, firing Flamethrowers off at random intervals in his opponents’ directions. The three flying types dove around each other with impressive agility as the three approached the final “dash” over the valley. With a shriek of fury, Scarr buffeted the other two with his wings, pushing himself ahead. But in this, he failed to notice the draft he propelled himself into, which caught under his widely splayed wings and slid him behind the other two. With Scarr out of the way, the other two deftly avoided the wind that had slowed down the mighty dragon, and raced to the finish. But Skystar, without any walls or trees to latch onto, began to descend in both speed and altitude. The Gliscor came behind Wyvern in a fair victory.

    After Scarr landed, Analyt and I set up makeshift podiums. The winners had the privilege of standing on the stones, but everyone received the prize of their favorite flavor RageCandybar. I roused Scrag and Cedar, and we ate like kings, around the fire, as stars poked through the inky canvas that is the summer night sky.

    This is how life is supposed to be. I can’t let Ghetsis and Omega change this.

    Draco growled a quiet agreement, but silently sent me optimistic vibes. I smiled to myself. Well, if Draco thinks we can handle this, I’m sure we can. “Alright, guys, get to bed soon. Tomorrow we have to get back to work.”
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    Very good, a great way to do some characterization. Plus, it really helped lighten the mood of all these fics, which are all pretty doom and gloom at the moment (well, not so much Raj's). But c'mon, my latest was called "Cloudy with a chance of impending doom." Not exactly sunshine and strawberries.
    Your descriptions are really vivid, and that's really something I envy. usually I try to make my writing like that, but in League of Heroes, I've let my standards slack. Bad Feral.
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    I rewrite things until I get them how I want them to be. The description of Draco in Part One? I'm surprised my backspace key didn't get stuck. Oh, and it took me three tries to get that last sentence EXACTLY how I wanted it. OCD for the win.
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    If I were to describe everything that's great about this fic, well I'd be in for a sleepless night. I finally finished reading it all, and wow this is so awesome! And yes, your characters certainly have become more endearing. The summit was an incredibly good scene - it's around chapter 20 something in mine (seriously). I can't wait to cover it from my own perspective but the consistency is bang on.

    Good job I look forward to reading the next chapter! I'm sure Feral and X are equally in awe of another talented writer the hangout has produced

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    Thanks, guys. This means a lot to me.

    Sorry it's taking so long.. Have a lot going on, ya know?
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    Part Ten: Who's That Professor?

    It was finally time to go. I gathered my strongest Pokemon before hurtling down the mountain on Draco’s back. We landed silently and gracefully behind Skyla, so quietly that she jumped when Draco let out a smoke plume from his nose.

    “Becca! Why did you sneak up on me like that???”

    I shrugged. “Cause I can. It’s hilarious.”

    She stuck her tongue out. “Well, I called you because one of the guys in your league needs help setting up his gym, and I thought you could help me load up the plane. He’s got a lot of fire types, and I figured you could get Dracoburn to entertain them while we work.”

    She must be talking about Cole. I’d love a chance to see some of his Pokemon!

    I shrugged. “Ok, that works. Do you have any easier tasks, though? My Sandslash hurt herself yesterday, but I knew she would still want to come today.”

    She nodded, concern shadowing her eyes. “We’ll see what there is to do.”

    I flicked a handful of Pokeballs into the air, and the light cleared to reveal Scrag, Cedar(my Sandslash), Regent(my Nidoking), Ferocity and Charlie(my Poliwrath). They shook off the muscle cramps from being cooped up in their Pokeballs, and flexed their biceps in prideful anticipation. I grinned as I caught Cedar edging her way closer to Scrag, amused by the ever-changing dynamics of their budding relationship.

    “So where are the crates? And the other Pokemon?”

    “Well, there was one teensy detail I left out.. We have to fly to Kanto first and visit Oak to get the cargo. I’ll drop you off on the way back, if you want.”

    My eyes widened. “I haven’t seen Professor Oak in years! Let’s do this! But, um, do I have to put them back in their balls? They just got out..”

    Skyla smiled. “No problem, there’s plenty of room on the plane.”

    “Good. They hate their Pokeballs. I wish I didn’t have to keep them in them.. But they’re so big, see?” I continued in a murmur.

    “I hear you. I always take my birds to Celestial Tower to stretch their wings. Of course, you probably have enough of that on the mountain.”

    I chuckled. “Yea, plenty of room to fly, I guess. The dragons really miss the environment of the Dragon’s Den, though. Something about being where famous dragons train. The pressure, the power radiating from every square inch..”

    She looked lost in thought for a moment. “Hmm.. Well, if you’re interested in a place like that, we do have the Dragonspiral tower. Apparently, a good few legends have taken place up there.” She shrugged. “I myself am perfectly content to stick with my birds. True power is in making a real underdog shine, ya know?”

    I smiled to myself, thinking of Draco. “Agreed. That’s why I chose Charmander for my starter. Oak suggested I choose Bulbasaur or Squirtle because they’re easier to train. More well-behaved, in general, I guess.. But then, that was never really my style. I guess I like dragons so much because of Draco. It’s not that I love sheer power. It really started because I loved flying on Dracoburn’s back. And when I went to get the Dragon Master’s blessing… Well, he wouldn’t bless Draco because he wasn’t a ‘true’ dragon type. It broke my heart. He gave me Analyt so that I’d have a dragon to train there with, and when he saw how much I loved the little Dratini, he let me keep him. Still, I’ve always wanted to prove that the ‘fake’ dragons like Charizard and Aerodactyl were just as epic as the real ones.”

    “Wow, I always thought you just preferred flying on dragons to birds, otherwise you’d train flyers like I do..”

    “Nawh, but it IS pretty nice to have something that breathes fire on my side.” I winked. “Now, what to do?”

    She shook herself out of a daydream. “Oh! Right! Ok, off to Kanto!”

    It was a long flight. I personally have always preferred to fly on a Pokemon, but no one could deny this being faster. As the plane sped over Rock Cave, I shook myself awake to watch the scenery pass beneath me.. Far, far below, I could see a battle taking place. A Hiker’s Onix was thrashing its tail at the tiny, purple shape of a Butterfree.. We passed over Lavender Town. PokeFans were directing a group of Schoolboys and Lasses on a community service trip to clean up trash in the foothills around the town.

    A Gentleman and an elderly Growlithe were growling at a Youngster outside of Celadon City. I pitied the boy as he hiked his jeans up and sulked off, remembering all the older trainers who had reacted so bitterly to my defeating them. I felt old, nostalgia flooding my mind.

    The plane angled slightly North, and I couldn’t help but smile when I noticed a girl with a Slowbro trying to counsel a kid with a disobedient Slowpoke. I looked to Cerulean Cave, hoping to catch a glimpse of the incredibly powerful Pokemon I had once trained with. I caught a strange energy radiating from it, and my Pokemon suddenly bolted upright as if there was some disturbance.

    I rubbed Dracoburn between the shoulder blades. “Cool your jets, guys. We’re almost there.”

    About ten minutes later, we could see the speckled meteorites of Mt. Moon under the silver wing of the plane, which angled downwards towards the Pewter City Airport. We touched down gently on the smooth landing strip that had been finished since the last time I had seen it. Draco grumbled half-heartedly as we passed a garden. He clearly remembered being sprayed with Repel by the owner of it.

    “Welcome to Pewter City, the city of stone. The time of day is 11:53 AM, the day is Tuesday, and the outside temperature is 79 degrees Fahrenheit. The weather is partly-cloudy with a chance of rain and blah, blah, blah, I know you don’t need these formalities. Welcome home to the Indigo League, Becca!”

    We swarmed off of the plane, eager to stretch our legs. I went to pick up an order of Pewter’s famous Rice Ball Moon Stones, made with Brock’s original recipe, and waited for Skyla while she secured her plane a spot in the garage and rented a U-Haul to meet us in Pallet Town. We would fly down on our Pokemon after the group finished our lunch.

    Skyla finished distributing the stir fry vegetables to her birds(rice swells in the stomachs of flying-types, and the take-out restaurant knew to provide for this), and turned to me. “So Becca, is it good to be so close to home?”

    I looked up from the packet of soy sauce I was spreading meticulously on my meal. “Well, you’d think I would be. But I’m kinda concerned about Cerulean Cave. That really seemed to spook the Pokemon..”

    She nodded. “Yea, I noticed something was a little odd. Probably just a battle between two Kadabra or something.”

    I sighed. “I hope so.. The psychic energy radiating from that cave was intense. I hope ol’ Mewtwo isn’t awake. Legends tend to be rather irate when their beauty sleep is interrupted..”

    “Don’t tell me you actually believe in those old stories of Mewtwo. The ultimate Pokemon..” She broke off into a swarm of giggles.

    “I read some articles in the rubble of that old mansion in when I helped Blue and Blaine clear up the mess from Cinnabar’s eruption. They didn’t look like fairy tales to me. I just wish they had been finished..”

    She shook her head in defeat. “Whatever. Hey, we should probably head out if we want to get there by two like we said we would.”

    We balled up our wrappers, and she collected the trash while Scrag and I crushed cans and tossed them into the recycling bin.

    I recalled everybody but Draco, and Skyla did the same, leaving her Unfezant for her mount. Throwing our bags over our shoulders, we took off on the flying Pokemon. I sent Draco a visual of the route we had marked out, around Viridian Forest and straight over the city itself. I could try to talk to Blue after our work was done.

    We swooped down to land in Pallet Town almost forty-five minutes before we were due. Looked like I had time to visit Daisy!

    Anxiously, I knocked twice on the nostalgically familiar door. A face I could never forget greeted me moments later.

    “Becca? Wow, you’ve gotten so tall since you took on my baby brother!”

    I looked down sheepishly. “Daisy. I’m here running an errand, and I thought we could talk.”

    “Sure, come in, have a cup of tea!”

    We relaxed on the floor cushions, sipping on raspberry tea.

    “So, I take it this handsome dragon is the baby Charmander I helped Granddad pick out for you all these years ago?”

    Dracoburn melted under Daisy’s incredible nature with Pokemon. “If it’s not too much to ask.. Can I groom him?”

    He spun around, his unseeing eyes lighting up, panting like a puppy.

    “Haha, I’m sure he would love that!”

    Daisy began rubbing the Charizard’s shoulders, his adamant demeanor suddenly transformed under her magic hands. We discussed quite a few things, and had reached my new league, when she gasped. “What happened to his eyes?”

    Dracoburn and I shrunk together, looking down at our laps. “Um.. We were fighting Red, and, well, his Lapras let out a close-range Blizzard to the face. He does great, I mean, his spirit recovered and all.. But the damage to his eyes left him blinded for life…”

    Her face softened even further. “Oh, you poor thing.. Hold on, I think I have something that may help you feel a little better.”

    Curiously, I watched her as she got up, rifled through a kit on her counter, and pulled out a few herbs. The dried berries plinked into her mortar, she added just a splash of the steamed milk on the table, and began diligently grinding the mixture into a salve.

    “Now, hold still, baby.” She took Draco’s draconian chin into one hand while she smoothed the concoction into the wrinkles and scars creasing his ruddy face. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes contentedly.

    “Wow, what did you do? The skin around his scars always cracks, and it really hurts him, but the poultices I’ve tried have always just made it worse!”

    She smiled. “You use water, don’t you? The oil from the milk softens the tinge from the berries, making a smooth lotion. Hatlon berry, two Bluk berries, a leave or two of aloe and a bit of milk. Rub it into his skin twice a day and it’ll be as soft and smooth as a Mew’s fur.”

    I hastily scribed this information in my journal. “Thanks so much, Daisy. I’ve been looking for a way to help him with that for so long..”

    We were discussing the Summit when my Pokegear buzzed with a text from Skyla, warning me that it was time to go.

    “It was so great seeing you, Becca. Gimme a call when you guys are done so I can bring you dinner!”

    “Daisy, you really don’t have to do that..”

    “No, really. All Granddad can cook is Tofu, and your leagues can’t afford you and Skyla getting food poisoning from one of his experiments.”

    We exchanged contact information and I was on my way.

    Draco’s speed picked up as we neared the Pokemon Lab, the large building casting shadows on the asphalt path around us. He had been bred here, after all, and could probably scent other members of his evolutionary family. My suspicion was confirmed when sprinklers were set off to douse a small brushfire beginning at the base of the mountain region of the ranch beside the lab.

    “Becky!” I heard a voice cracked with age exclaim.

    I blushed. “Professor Oak!”

    “It has been quite a while since you have come to visit.”

    “Quite a while indeed if you don’t know that I go by Becca now.” I teased him.

    “Oh, hush, I’ve had too many kids get their starter Pokemon from me to be able to keep track of all this. By the way, why have you stopped sending me Pokemon you catch?”

    “I set up a link on Mount Silver, and then another on Twist Mountain, where I’m living now.”

    “Ah, so that’s why Skyla called you to help load up these Pokemon. You’re in Unova now.” He nodded. “So I’m sure you have met Cole. He happens to be one of the most talented children I have enlisted for my Pokedex project. I’ve always hoped that you two would meet. I used to have such high hopes for Red, see. It quite surprised me to hear that he has inherited my grandson’s personality, and vice-versa.”

    I looked down, once again reminded of my battle with Red a few years ago. “You can say that again…” I muttered.

    “How is your old Charmander, by the way?” Draco stepped around me for the elderly professor to admire him.

    “Oh! He is perhaps level sixty-three?” Draco grinned proudly. “And.. Blind? How did this happen?”

    I sighed. “Speaking of Red…” I gave the man a brief description of the accident.

    “I see. But I’m sure he still makes a most excellent partner to you. He and his brother were the strongest litter of Charmander we ever bred, right from the beginning. I’m glad we gave them to the trainers we did. Your Rash nature perfectly compliments Dracoburn’s Adamant, just as that Charizard’s Serious fits so perfectly with his trainer’s Naďve…”

    He continued his good-natured rambling until Skyla cleared her throat. “Professor, with all due respect, we kinda hafta be done soon if we want time for dinner before we leave..”

    “Ah, yes. Becca, are your Pokemon strong enough to lift crates?”

    I laughed. “Sir, I’m a ground type Elite Four member in Unova’s second league. My Pokemon are some of the toughest imaginable in terms of brute strength.”

    I flicked my Pokeballs into the air to reveal my Pokemon.

    “These are my heavy lifters. My Sandslash hurt herself yesterday, but she still wanted to come, so I figured she could supervise or something.” Cedar glanced at the sling around her neck in annoyance.

    “Actually, I have some little ones, if she wouldn’t mind babysitting.”

    “More grandchildren?” I felt my eyes widen.

    He chuckled. “No, baby Pokemon. Baby starter Pokemon from the Japanese regions. A colleague donated them to me for my studies, and to protect the lot from bandits and poachers. Could your Sandslash keep an eye on them?”

    Cedar huffed, but I agreed for her. “On one condition.. Can I use your PC?”

    He nodded, looking confused. I wanted the little baby Gible to get to play with other baby Pokemon, so I pulled him up. He popped out of his Pokeball, looking surprised. “That was your first time in a Pokeball, huh, li’l buddy?” He whimpered in confusion. “Don’t worry, I’ve heard it gets easier after a while. Now, we found some new friends for you to play with.”

    I carried him lovingly outside and lay him on the other side of the baby gate Skyla had set up. Cedar sighed. She had always been easily frustrated by children. “Ok, let’s see these babies.”

    Oak handed each of us four Pokeballs. All the ones I was passed were marked with a little flame marking. Oak’s had leaf symbols and Skyla’s had little teardrops. I realized they had been distributed by type.

    I clicked the ball with a #1 on it, expanding it to its normal size. “Here goes..” I snapped my wrist and.. A golden Charmander appeared next to Gible. “Charmander! Char! Char-awwwnnnn..” It’s third cry broke off into the most endearing yawn.

    I gasped. “It’s.. It’s shiny!”

    The Pokemon Professor nodded. “They all are. Now, let’s let these critters free so they can play.”

    The young shiny Pokemon immediately displayed their personalities. Some seemed very personable, like the Charmander and the Mudkip. The little Chimchar began wrestling with the tiny Totodile right out of the ball. Others seemed rather quiet. The little Bulbasaur sat in the corner, watching the play-fight. The Treecko started climbing the baby gate wall, only to be swatted down by Cedar. The Piplup tripped over a rock and started crying, only to be comforted by the Chikorita. Little Squirtle pointed and laughed at the Piplup until the Turtwig and Torchic stepped up to confront him. He apologized. The little Cyndaquil had spent this entire time trying to curl up next to Cedar. Baby Gible assimilated with the first four and began playing a game of tag.

    I sighed. “So cute.. Alright, we’ve gotta get working.”

    We worked until the sun began weeping into the southern sea. Skyla and I packed crates, my Pokemon carried them to the plane, and her birds helped direct my guys where to put them. Professor Oak supervised. But try as we did, the work was only about two thirds finished when Daisy road our supper over on her bicycle.

    I groaned. “Looks like we’ll be working late into the night..”

    “Nonsense!” Professor Oak lifted his head. “We shall call it a night now, eat a nice meal, and finish in the morning. You two girls can share my guest room.”

    Skyla and I nodded in unison. “Ok!”

    We finished our delicious homemade meal. It had been so long since I had Krabby! After some tea and small talk, Daisy rode home, and Skyla and I retreated to our room.

    The baby Pokemon were sharing our room, and I curled up with the Charmander after flicking off the light. Skyla held the little Totodile, it snoring softly, and the others cuddled on throw pillows around Draco’s tail flame, our other Pokemon surrounding them, making this room quite cozy.

    Skyla yawned. “These little guys need nicknames.. We should name them before we leave.”

    I echoed her, feeling almost dizzy with exhaustion and jet lag. “Alright.. Let’s start with these two..”

    “I like the name Hook for this little guy.”

    “Because of his wicked left hook?” I teased.

    “No, silly. Because of the pirate from that old story about the kid who wouldn’t grow up, Captain Hook.” She rubbed between his eyes, baby-talking him. “Aren’t you a widdow piwate? Yes you are! Yes you are!” He let out a tiny protest by nipping her finger in his sleep.

    I felt myself fading in and out of sleep. “Ok.. This guy’ll be called Flame. But it has to be spelled differently because, well, he’s different. Let’s spell it with a ‘y’. Flayme. I like it…”

    Skyla murmured in agreement. I rolled over, aware that the conversation was over, and watched the light from Draco’s tail flicker until a tide of black washed over my eyes.

    ***

    I dreamed that I was in Whirl Islands again, on the day I met Soulreaper..

    There was an incredible shrieking in the cave’s depths. I didn’t have much time. I jumped on Draco’s back, and we kept close to the wall as we ducked between shadows. We had to keep ourselves hidden. The view from inside the chamber was incredible. The famous sages from the Bell Tower were fighting with all their might against a group of rather strangely-dressed poachers. The poachers led a group of Tyranitars against Sage Jet’s Alakazam. Where is it? I searched desperately for my mission’s goal.

    Suddenly, a harsh light appeared and the hanging stalactites were shook from the ceiling by an incredible Psychic attack. There! There it is!

    Lugia was magnificent. The Gengar next to it looked like a purple speck in comparison. Jet’s Stantler stepped in front of the giant white beast and used Confuse Ray. That’s the signal! Alright, here goes..

    I expanded three capsules and flicked them right next to the beast. “You guys know the drill,” I whispered, “Mia, use Flash, Fuegita and Spook, use Swift!” My Espeon’s gem lit up and the entire battle field disappeared in a harsh light. This would be prolonged by my Typhlosion and Umbreon, but I still only had so long. Dracoburn flew me down to Lugia as it was corralled by the Gengar.

    “Lugia..” I murmured. It thrashed its head in response. “No, Lugia. I’m only here to help you get away from these poachers. They wish to harm you. I’m going to bring you to Mount Silver. Moltres said that she would stay in the Sevii Islands until it’s safe for you to return here. But we need to get you safe.”

    It growled fiercely. No! This is my home! I will stay and fight!

    “Lugia, I need to get you away from them. Even if you can drive them off yourself, they will hurt you in the process.”

    He narrowed his eyes. And how do I know you’re not just one of them?

    I pulled my necklace out of my shirt. A glistening Silver Wing hung at the end, with a Tidal Bell attached to the base of the feather. “The Kimono girls knew that this was going to happen. They asked me to bring you to my home to keep you safe until they are dispatched. Now, please, Lord of the Seas, allow me to capture you, just until it becomes safe to return home.”

    He sighed. Alright. Keeper of the Silver Wing, bring me to your home.

    And with that, he retreated into the Masterball Professor Elm had trusted me with. “Now, guys!” My Pokemon launched a blinding Swift and disappeared as I recalled them. With my mission finished, Draco flew me out of the islands on his back.

    I need a nickname for him.. A code, so that I can detail my mission to Elm and the Kimono girls without suspicion. How about.. Soulreaper? That way, any poacher’ ll just think we’re discussing Bleach. That settled it.

    ***

    “Becca? Come on, you Snorlax, it’s time for breakfast!”

    “Hrm, mrmph, grmmm” I muttered into my pillow.

    “That’s it..” I woke with a start as Skyla ripped my bottom sheet out from under me and I flipped off of my bed, onto the floor.

    “Oww! Ok, fine, I’m up, I’m up!”

    My Pokemon chortled in laughter at my graceful dismount.

    Skyla was explaining to Oak the nicknames we had given the Charmander and Totodile. He nodded pensively. “Well, they actually came with nicknames. But I think I prefer your names for those two. If they like them, they can keep them. I’ll change the nicknames in the note I’m sending to Cole.”

    Skyla and I exchanged grins. We finished our Pidgey egg omelets, and rounded up our Pokemon.

    We worked with an intense vigor and were finished by One, when Daisy brought over sandwiches. We vigorously inhaled our lunches and prepared to leave Pallet Town. After saying our goodbyes to Professor Oak and Daisy, we flew back to Pewter, followed closely by the U-haul. At Pewter, we loaded the crates onto the plane, and prepared to fly home. Skyla would drop me off at Mistralton when she stopped to refuel, and I would fly back home on Dracoburn. I sighed, settling back in my seat, ready to catch up on rest. I knew I would need it for the coming trials.
    "Trainer: We would like to invite you to try your hand at a new kind of challenge. The League of Heroes is a league of world-class battlers, with its own set of leaders and elite four members. If you are interested, please mail your invitation to the location listed below with your RSVP and we will send you a map with the locations of our gyms.
    Yours truly, the Elite Four of the NCTH
    Tower of the Ancients, Unova"



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    Great chapter, as usual!
    Yeah, the name Flayme comes from the protagonist's dragon from my novel, Blazing Heart. Retav, the Chikorita, is the name of the half-elf brother of the Elvin Prince, and a powerful plant manipulator, and Nyaru (Turtwig) is a forest spirit that has not been formally introduced yet.
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    Wow, that was long, but good. The descriptions of the baby pokemon made me go, "Dawwwwwwww." I also like that you used U-Haul.
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    I was struggling with the whole chapter because Cole got the load much later than this chapter would imply, but I couldn't say she called me a few days after field day because that one was already up. So, Feral, Skyla's kinda flying the friendly skies with your Pokemon for a week. Deal with it

    I didn't know where the names came from. Just wanted to somehow associate myself with that Charmander.
    "Trainer: We would like to invite you to try your hand at a new kind of challenge. The League of Heroes is a league of world-class battlers, with its own set of leaders and elite four members. If you are interested, please mail your invitation to the location listed below with your RSVP and we will send you a map with the locations of our gyms.
    Yours truly, the Elite Four of the NCTH
    Tower of the Ancients, Unova"



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    Genius! I really need to work on my writing if I'm to keep up with you and Feral! Another great chapter, and you've captured each and every character perfectly.

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    How long till the next chapter?

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    Alright guys. I hate to have ended it that way, but there's no way I could outdo Feralninja. But don't fret! I've started the sequel!

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    Friends of Draco. Yes. I've written my irl friends into the Pokemon world. This is the story of Becca as she tries to adjust to no longer having the League of Heroes to back her up. Be her friends. If you liked this fan fic, read the sequel. And it'll only have ridiculously long pauses like this has if I forget to save and get all my work deleted when the computer auto-updates. Again.

    Thanks for all your support. I really hope you can understand this choice I've made.

    -Dracoburn
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    Yours truly, the Elite Four of the NCTH
    Tower of the Ancients, Unova"



    If you challenge our league and are lucky enough to get to me, you have a shot at winning the Mountain Heights Symbol. Credit to Northern Lights for the badge.

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