Pokémon Movie: Clash of the Pokémon Spirit Fanfic written by Izzy O.L.R.R. Prologue This is not at all what I expected. When I walked their home, I can see, feel, and hear these creatures living peaceful days in harmony amongst each other, abundant with wonderful feeling emotions of happiness, serenity, and love. They nestle themselves together in different habitats of this world, suitable to the unique physical form of their exteriors and suitable to their liking. I have granted these creatures magnificent abilities, each different to fit the qualities of the creatures. These abilities allow them to succeed to things other life forms on this earth could not. Compared to the other life forms, my creatures’ abilities are quite unnatural. Perhaps, maybe too unnatural. Could these powers prove deadly? If only I had known… While days on this earth have proven to be adequate, it has come to my attention that other life forms on this earth are becoming… hostile. These life forms, known as human beings, have evolved both physically and mentally, and have produced a way to ‘capture’ the creatures using small balls that emits a beam of light when opened and transports and traps the creatures into them. While some of my creatures do not mind being with the more friendly humans, even enjoy the humans’ company, I’m afraid there’s only a small handful of good ‘Trainers’, as their called. I have witnessed a countless number of my creatures being teamed up with wicked humans that have twisted minds, being forced into common thievery, destroying the ground they walk on, and even hurting the other creatures that all once lived in harmony together. I cannot stand to see my beloved creatures tortured like this… As much as I would love to rescue my creatures from this treachery, I know I must not be discovered by these humans. I am the creatures source of life, I feed to them my energy and emotions. If I were to be vanquished by one of these terrible humans, the creatures would surely not have a chance for survival. I cannot begin to describe the guilt and sorrow I feel, caused by these humans. Humans are awful! All of them! Except… I have been having visions of one human in particular. A boy. He is not of this earth yet, but in the visions, he has been terribly kind to every one of my creatures that he has captured. It almost… brings tears to my eyes to see the love this boy has for my creatures and how happy my creatures are with him. If only I knew his name… A-… As… hmm. There must be some way to stop the utter chaos that is happening… …I’ve decided. I shall created a ‘sanctuary’ for myself and lock myself there. Before I do, I shall take all of my energy and emotions and form it into a physical force. I will take the force and hide it in the deepest trench in the sea, almost to the core of this earth, and create my imprisonment in the sky above the trench. The physical force I will have created will bring balance and harmony among the beings of the world once more, until ruin and chaos releases itself again. My ‘sanctuary’ will be where I feed more energy and emotion to the force. I will also give to new life to my creatures, and rest the spirits of the ones who have departed from the world. In the highly unlikely event that I am exposed to this world again, I, the creator of these creatures, will give myself a name. Yet, it seems pointless to still be calling them ‘creatures’. They still need a name. Those who become pocket-sized when captured and are considered monsters with some humans. I shall call them, Pokémon. The sun was rising high into the sky, creating everything that the suns’ rays touched blazing hot. Out off the coast of a mainland peninsula was a chain of tiny islands, about 5, so close to each other that all you needed was a little row boat to reach each island and the peninsula. On the tiniest island of the 5 and the farthest away from the peninsula were 3 boys, kicking and splashing in the rolling waves that lapped against a hot, sandy beach. There was a picnic spread out on the sand with clothing lying around the picnic basket. A little wooden row boat was tied down to the beach across from the other island. “Hey, I’m hungry! Can we eat?” asked the blonde boy who had is hair cut into a bowl shape, covering his sparkling green eyes. The boy with spiky brown hair and large, liquid aqua eyes nodded his head in agreement, “Yeah, I’m starving!” The 3 boys, around 7 or 8 years old, swam out of the crystal clear water and onto the hot sand where they wrung out the swimming trunks they were wearing and sat down on the picnic sheet. They all grabbed a sandwich and soaked in the beautiful scenery while they munched on turkey and provolone. “So, how many berries have we collected so far?” inquired the third boy who had army-buzz-cut red hair that was spiky and unruly where his hair line started, and eyes so dark that they looked like a shiny piece of coal. The brunette boy reached for a bucket that was beside the picnic basket and peered inside. “The bucket is full of Cheri, Tomato, Figy, and Razz berries!”