From a Different Perspective

From A Different Perspective
Written by: Gibby
Chapter One: Introduction



The roar from the crowd was deafening. Thousands upon thousands of people have showed up for this year’s Pokémon Tournament. From the smallest child to the eldest adult, they came to the stadium, where few trainers have ever ventured. Most people are there to watch the spectacular battles; from the explosions, to the unique one-of-a-kind attacks. Others are here to gamble, to chance their luck on who will be the victor. Today, people are shouting louder than usual. Maybe it has to do with this being the last day of the tournament. The winner of the tournament would be determined after this match.

The stadium stood in the middle of a sea of trees. Redwoods, Maples, and Dogwoods surrounded the stadium, like it was some kind of holy sanctuary. Off to the north, Mt. Moon loomed. Its blue shadow loomed over the plain. The moon was peeking from behind the mighty mountain, afraid to come out into the open.

From on top of the grassy hill, I watched the Pokémon battle, not knowing why they were fighting. The trees helped keep us hidden, my mother and me that is. We sat there, watching them attack each other, one right after the other.

I have to admit, the battle was spectacular. There were two different Pokémon going at it with all they had. Standing on a flat grass field, now with some dirt showing from the fighting, they were surrounded on all sides by observers that wanted to see what would happen next,. They fought with every ounce of energy they could muster. One of the Pokémon I knew. I saw one similar to him when I was little, back when I was still learning how to defend myself.

Several years ago, we lived in a nice plane. We still do. The plane was surrounded by trees, mostly Redwoods. Redwoods gave of this scent, like the smell of a rushing spring, that we liked.

A Nidorino came charging in, wanting to take our land for its own. His light purple skin sparkled from the noon sun. You could see some scars on his back, treasures from his past victories. He came, flashing his horns, as is the custom of Nidorino’s to do. He snarled and growled, grunted and snorted, trying to scare us away from our home. >I claim it for myself! I want all you Pikachu’s out of here now!< he gnarled at us, rising his head so that some sun reflected of his forehead horn, making it seem sharper than it really is.

The land had belonged to our ancestors, so we weren‘t going to let it go that easily. We would fight to the bitter end. I stood up, ready to join in the fight for our land. But, my father wouldn’t allow me. >You’re too little. You haven’t learned how to defend yourself. You stay here with your mother. Let us go fight him.< he told me. He hurried off, to join in the fight to chase the Nidorino away.

It took ten of us to chase him off. He was much stronger than we had anticipated. From the way he fought, you could tell that he must have belonged to a human at one time or another. When we combined our energy, we were able to make him leave. We got to stay on our land.

I looked at my mother. Her yellow fur was as clean as ever. Her black tale swayed back and forth as she watched the fight continue. >What is that other Pokémon, mother? I’ve never seen one of them before.<

The Pokémon I didn’t know swung its arms at the Nidorino, causing a ray of black to glide towards the Nidorino. Dust filled the air, making it hard to see if it hit or not. The crowd went wild when they noticed that it hit, yelling of their satisfaction for this tournament. But the Nidorino just tossed his head and continued to fight with every thing that he had. You could barely hear the attack that the trainers were yelling.

She looked into my eyes deeply. She knew how uneducated I was. >That is a Gengar. You remember the Gastly that passed by that one time? A Gengar is just the Evolved version of him.< she turned her head to watch the fight again.

The Nidorino jumped around, dodging all the attacks that the Gengar leashed out. Then he jumped for the Gengar itself, trying to attack with a Horn Drill. The horn on the Nidorino’s head started to spin rapidly. He was ready to strike, but since Gengar is a ghost type, the Nidorino’s attack just went through his dark, dark purple vapor skin. The Nidorino fell to the ground, the Gengar just starting at him with its ghostly grin.

>Oh.< I said, looking to the ground. >Well, what are they doing down there?<

“Gengar! Use Night Shade!” it trainer yelled. The Gengar must have heard his trainer over the crowd because Gengar started to float up to ten feet in the air. The next thing that happened, the air around Gengar warp around itself. Dark psychic waves of focused energy blasted from Gengar, toward the Nidorino, filling the stadium with ultra violet rays of pure darkness. Dust and dirt flew into the air, filling the stadium with brown like mist that hung around for a couple of seconds. It smacked the Nidorino, sending him flying into the walls surrounding the battle field, shattering it and sending peaces of it all over the field. The crown went wild as the judge declared that Nidorino was unable to battle. Nidorino’s trainer grabbed his Pokéball from his belt. “Come here, Nidorino!” he said harshly. A red beam of light shot out of the red and white sphere, retreating Nidorino into the ball. The trainer then started to think of the next Pokémon he should use, as he put Nidorino‘s ball back onto his belt.

Continuing to watch the battle, she said, >A Pokémon battle is happening.<

The trainer seemed to have finally come to his decision and pulled a Pokéball from his belt. “Go Onix!” He threw the Pokéball into the open, giving his Pokémon plenty of room to get out. A snake like figure, around twenty-one feet long appeared from the Pokéball. The big, round, gray boulders that formed its body slithered from side to side. It looked like it was restless. You could tell that this was one of his stronger Pokémon.

>Why?< I asked.

People started to yell angrily at the trainer. They knew that Rock type Pokémon didn’t have a chance against Ghost type. But the decision was final. Onix would have to be his last chance at winning the tournament.

>Because, their trainers what them too. That’s what they do.< she told me sadly. I could tell she was sorry for those Pokémon.

I look at my mother and saw her staring at me with her big, jet black eyes. A tear come rolling down her red cheek. Her face was low, the way a mothers face looks when they find out that their child is leaving the heard to form their own. >Promise me that you will try your best not to be captured and forced to fight.<

The Onix screeched as loud as it could, causing the Gengar to cover its ears. Then, it tried to throw some rocks at the ghost Pokémon, but was not successful. They just passed right threw, causing no affect what so ever.

>I promise mother< I declared to her. >I’ll do my best to stay away from them.<

>I know you will son. Come, let us go home.< The sound of the crowd faded into the blue night as we headed home.