I would rate this Fan Fiction 'G', since its violence is toned down to mild levels, like the Pokemon Anime. The rules say that the Pokemon Anime is 'G' and this will not be more violent, inappropriate, etc. than that.
Also, I am an Indian. We follow British English and so, we have slightly different spellings than Americans. For example, 'color' is 'colour' in India.
In this story, Flamy is a Silent Protagonist. All his speech will be written as indirect speech.
Let us begin, then. This is reformatted, to follow the rules.
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CHAPTER - I - Mysterious Events
A pink figure floated in the forest. As the fog got dense, Flamy lost track of it. He had heard a sound too... a strange sound, as if it were a warning.
Flamy was a curious Cyndaquil. He had a long snout and small forelegs, but big hind legs, which enabled him to run very fast. He had goldenish red fur and cream coloured skin. He was about the size of a rabbit.
The forest was facing a blizzard, its trees covered in snow. In the darkness, the branches of the trees seemed to be long, scary hands, reaching out to grab Flamy. Flamy had lost his way when he had tried to find out what the pink figure was. He could see no sign of any life in the forest except himself. Strangely, Flamy was not freezing up, but okay with the temperature, despite the fact that it was a blizzard, at night.
After some time, Flamy stumbled into his village, exhausted. He slowly went to his hole, where he lived.
Inside the hole, Flamy had made a bed out of hay. The hole might have had been small, but it was small and cozy. Flamy lied down and prepared to sleep. Suddenly, Flamy felt something under the hay. He sat up, searched the hay and found a book.
It was a thin book, with the cover entirely coloured in Indigo. Nothing else was written on the cover.
Flamy, puzzled, opened the book, only to find something even more puzzling. All the pages were pitch black, with nothing written or drawn on them... except the first page. Flamy strained his eyes to read in the darkness. The page, being black, made it impossible to read in the dark.
Flamy took a bunch a hay and used Ember on it, setting it alight, so that it gave enough light for Flamy to see.
Flamy now managed to read the symbols. They were blue, strange symbols, each having something that looked like a single eye. Flamy soon realized that these symbols, while seeming bizarre and otherworldly, were shaped like the English Alphabet. Flamy could make out what they said :-
UIJT JT GMZHPO, EFTUJOFE UP IFMQ UIF DIPTFO POFT USBWFM.
The extremely confused Flamy, sat for a while, trying to decode the code. However, Flamy was too tired after exploring the forest and getting lost that he did not have enough energy to think clearly. You would think that Flamy, being a native, would know his way in the forest well, but the truth was that the forest's paths changed everyday. Flamy decided to try and solve the puzzle the next morning. He put the book beside the hay. He lied down and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the hay.
That night, Flamy had a weird dream. The pink figure that Flamy had seen in the forest was flying in the sky, among the dark storm clouds. The figure let out a cry. Its cry, like before, sounded like a warning. It was unclear due to the fact that thunder rumbled loudly all around. Lightning flashed and everything went white.
The next morning, Flamy woke up early at dawn. Flamy still could not believe the events of last night. They were a foggy memory in Flamy's mind, partly because he was too tired at the time and partly because people usually do not remember the events which take place just before they fall asleep. He, however remembered the book. It was... not there. Because of the fact that the events were a foggy memory, Flamy decided that they were just a dream. He went out of the hole.
The village looked simply beautiful at dawn. Though its beauty, from Flamy's point of view cannot be described. He loved his village. It was his birthplace and the only place that he could call home. The golden sunlight of dawn made the snow shine. Remarkably, flowers grew despite the cold and snow. They were still standing despite the blizzard last night. This made Flamy feel that the village was special... he felt that the spirit of the village supported the flowers and other plants... it allowed them to survive. Many Pokemon flew in the sky. From Swablu to Skarmory. Flamy had heard Legends that all Pokemon had at least one... and up to two types. They were just a Legend, but Flamy felt that there was some truth in it. After all, all Legends start with truth... and they are then influenced by people's beliefs. They might also be influenced due to the listener's misunderstanding! Anyway, a very light fog made the place look magical. Seeing his village at dawn always made Flamy feel energetic... like he could do anything. He immediately forgot all about the mysterious events. The clear, wide open sky made him feel free, like no one could control him, no one could force him to do wrong deeds. Unlike the cities where many people live, most of the inhabitants of the village were awake.
Cobalion was the leader of the village... he had once fought with his life to save the village... and he succeeded. Cobalion, with his partners, Terrakion, who looked fearsome, but was actually quite gentle and Virizion, who stayed calm, no matter the odds or circumstances, was overlooking the village from above a hill. Flamy felt safe in their presence. They had a kind of aura... something that reminded Flamy about the Legends about Legendary Pokemon that he had heard. Could Cobalion, Terrakion and Virizion actually be Legendaries? Flamy's thoughts were suddenly interrupted.
"Hi, Flamy!" said an upbeat voice. It was Skip, Flamy's best friend. Skip was a Pikachu, with red cheeks and a zigzag tail, shaped like a lightning bolt. Like Flamy, Skip had a different colour than others of its species. Unlike most Pikachu in the world, Skip's fur was darker than the normal colour. Though the difference was small, it was noticeable.
"Are you angry with me for some reason?" asked Skip. "You didn't come to meet me at all yesterday!"
Hearing this, Flamy explained that he got lost in the forest and the mysterious events. This shocked Skip.
"Are you sure that all this was not your imagination?" inquired Skip, but let out a sigh of relief when Flamy said that he was not.
Flamy was relieved, too, to have told someone about the events.
"AHEM!" said Cobalion, suddenly, startling everyone in the village. "I have an announcement to make," he continued. "This is a great honour for our village. Lady Gardevoir, who can see the future, has come to our village."
Everyone shifted their gazes to Lady Gardevoir, who did not stand out before.
"Thank you for introducing me, Sir Cobalion," she said. "Yes, inhabitants of this village, I sensed that there was something important destined for this village. Please, come to me in duos, so that I can make the prophecy."
The villagers were excited, hearing this. They came forward in duos, but Gardevoir shook her head each time, disappointing the villagers.
"No, it is not you. It is someone else."
Finally, it was the turn of Flamy and Skip. They came forward, nervously, to be meeting Lady Gardevoir in person. Gardevoir closed her eyes. After a few seconds, she opened them. Flamy and Skip expected her to say that they were not the ones, either, but were surprised when Gardevoir said nothing. Trickles of sweat formed on her face. Gardevoir, was clearly frightened and she started to get dizzy.
"D-disaster...", she said and then fainted.
Flamy and Skip, as well as all the rest of the village were shocked. The whole village looked at Flamy and Skip, bewildered. It was clear that they were going to attack them. However, they were interrupted by the firm voice of Cobalion.
"Stop. How can you be thinking that they might be the cause of the... disaster...?" he said. It was clear that he was not sure himself, but he was doing his best to protect Flamy and Skip. "I trust Gardevoir, but she must be meaning someone else."
"Also," said Terrakion, "She was dizzy, she probably mumbled some random words."
"Besides," added Virizion. "We must now shift our concern to Lady Gardevoir. She is not well."
No one dared to counter them and returned to their businesses.
That night, Flamy could not sleep. He was thinking of what Gardevoir had said. He trusted Cobalion and was grateful to him, but he could not help feeling that he had a role to play in all this. The pink figure had tried to warn him. To warn him about a disaster. He had decided. He had to do... it.