It was twilight when I met him...
In a dusty route in the south of Johto lived a tree some say was the home of a rare pokemon. The tree's dark branches hung low, kissing the ground as it met, laden with dormant bug types, sleeping as if they never had to wake up. The route itself, during the day, was often visited by hikers on-route to Azalea Town always looking for a battle. But at night it was almost barren, lost in the mystery of the night.
I was wearing my usual attire: a coal black hoodie with navy blue tracksuit bottoms and a pokemon trainer belt wrapped round my waist. My long raven black hair poked slightly out of the hood and fell softly onto my breast. I knew at once when I saw him that he was what I was looking for. At first I thought it was an illusion, the night playing tricks on me but no, he really was there. Everything about him was fascinating: His piercing eyes stared into my soul and he took my breath away when he made the simplest of noises. I'd heard about him from a friend. They knew a friend who knew a friend whose brother had seen him before sunrise. There had been tales of a pokemon which came from both the earth and the sky but now seemed no longer an urban myth and something believable. I grew intrigued into what the pokemon might look like, how the pokemon acts and how I’d be able to catch it.
So every night for about 3 months, I'd travel down to try and meet him on the same route at twilight. It was about a 15 minute cycle ride each way from Azalea Town. I'm not allowed to go out at night but ever since I heard about him, I had to see him one way or another. I'd wait, sitting on the same patch of grass facing the tree hoping that it was not a rumour. Finally, today he appeared for me when I was least expecting it.
I immediately pulled out my orange pokedex. I flipped up the screen and held it towards the target pokemon. The screen flashed to life, “Gligar. The flyscorpion pokemon. It glides as if sliding. It startles foes by clamping on their faces, then jabs with its poison stinger.”
“So Gligar is its name,” I said to myself putting my pokedex into my tracksuit bottoms pocket. Gligar just stared with its tongue rudely stuck out and claws folded, “this Gligar must have some attitude problem. Clamping faces isn’t a very attractive quality.”
Gligar was roosting on the peak of the tree, somehow not disturbing the bug pokemon. It was a small purple Zubat-like creature with blue wings coming out off it. However, it still remained larger than the Espeon I had trained. I approached the Gligar cautiously. Although to me it seemed amazing, from what my PokeDex said it specialises in poisonous attacks.
“Hey Gligar,” I called out, I made sure I wasn’t loud enough to wake any sleeping pokemon but loud enough for Gligar to hear me. Gligar seemed to be calm, perching peacefully on the top of the tree. It didn’t seem to respond.
“I know, I’ll give him some of these,” I thought, reaching into my hoodie pocket and pulling out a bag of coloured pokemon treats. Gligar’s eyes and big ears perked up at the sight of this and slowly fluttered it’s way down the tree. Keeping a cautious eye at all times and always avoiding the sleeping bug pokemon. It stopped at the base of the tree and slowly scuttled it’s way forward watching to see if there were any tricks. I undid the bag and poured the little pellets onto my hand. Gligar eventually arrived. I made no sudden movements to make Gligar feel comfortable and knelt down slowly offering the treats to him. Quick as a flash, Gligar launched forwards to nuzzle into the treats making me drop them onto the floor. Gligar greedily scoffed into them, scrounging around on the floor to see if it had missed any out, it’s long tongue grazing the earth below.
Gligar seemed to be unaware of my existence, as suddenly I was standing behind him. It occurred to me that this was it, my chance to capture the rare pokemon. Imagine the look on my friends’ faces if I turned up for school with a rare new pokemon. I giggled silently at the thought and revealed my concealed pokemon belt. Attached to it were four pokeballs. Three spare balls for catching and one ball containing my Espeon. I unclipped one of the spare balls and braced myself waiting for the perfect time to throw, poised in the usual attacking stance. Gligar was completely occupied and was happily tucking into the bait. I threw the ball…
At the point of contact, Gligar’s tail quickly swung in reaction, smashing the pokeball in two. However, Gligar remained calm as if nothing had just happened quietly lickling up the sticky residue left on the ground. “How odd,” I thought admiring Gligar’s strength, “Maybe I’ll have to weaken it first”. I laid my hand on my furthest pokeball and sprang backward to have enough room to release my pokemon. I brought my hood down and got into battle stance. Gligar continued licking.
“Go! Espeon!” I exclaimed, releasing the small psychic type from it’s ball. Espeon stood proud, it’s circular red gem glinting in the moonlight. Gligar stopped licking. Either it had finished or sensed something was up, I had a feeling it was the latter. Gligar swooped round and faced Espeon in its battle position. It flapped it’s wings and rose high in the air.
“It’s waiting for us to take the first move, Espeon use Future sight!”
Espeon acknowledged and closed it’s eyes and readied the attack. The red gem in Espeon’s forehead glowed for a second and then stopped. Gligar picked up his speed and swooped fiercly at Espeon and slashed at it with it’s claws, but his accuracy was not enough for Espeon dodged out the way just in time leaving Gligar crashing into the grass behind it.
“Espeon now use Psybeam!”
The psychic pokemon’s eyes suddenly crossed together and she released a purple beam of energy emerged from her gem. It forcefully slammed into Gligar dealing a large amount of damage. The purple bat recovered quickly, looking more menacing than before. I had almost lost my chance to becoming a friend with it, but I badly needed to capture Gligar so I kept battling. Gligar flew backwards and screeched loudly at Espeon, the harsh noise shattering it’s physical defences.
“Espeon don’t let it attack you directly!” I yelled, now not caring whether I awoke sleeping bug pokemon or not.
Already dazed from the screech, Espeon could not react in time when Gligar swooped down and delivered it’s poison sting knocking Espeon off her feet. It didn’t do much damage but with the poison it delivered, Espeon was still hurt and found difficulty getting back up. Suddenly, future sight kicked in and Gligar fell to the ground it’s body hid in the tall grass. I quickly ran to where he fell and grabbed my second spare pokeball off my belt and tossed it towards the collapsed pokemon. Again, Gligar’s tail reacted and the pokeball was smashed to pieces. Wearily, Gligar batted his wings together and rose into battle stance once more. I was just about to call out another move for Espeon but Gligar fled and stole into the night.
I stood in the field for a second, lamenting my failed attempts to catch the rare pokemon but Espeon had already started running off towards where Gligar flew. I slowly wiped the sweat off of my forehead. Who was I fooling? Trying to weaken pokemon brutally, that may be how my friends caught their pokemon but by treating Espeon with respect, she remained loyal and we’ve been best friends ever since. But now even Espeon had run off, because she knew my intent was to weaken Gligar and that malice must’ve been reflected off me. I took my hoodie off and left it by my bike which was lying in the middle of the grass, revealing my black tank top.
“Gligar… don’t go,” I whispered.
Then I chased after Espeon and into the night.
As the sun started to raise, light began to show through the cracks between the trees, giving more visible surroundings. I could just about make out the path ahead of me, although vague and lost in the mass of brambles and nettles. I had almost completely lost sight of Espeon, chasing a small purple blob in the horizon. After what seemed about half a kilometre of running, I finally caught up with Espeon. She was lying next to one of the many tall oak trees, very weak from poison.
“Espeon!!” I called out, “Espeon are you okay?”
Espeon was clearly unable to move in this state. It’s tail had completely lowered and the bright red light from her gym was fading fast. Her dreary eyes opening and closing like someone about to drift off to sleep. I’d seen Espeon poisoned before but not like this, it was if mentally she’d lost faith in me, and I don’t blame her for that. Suddenly, there was a shrill cry in the distance.
“Don’t worry Espeon, we’ll find you an antidote soon, first we have to help another friend”
I didn’t put Espeon back in her pokeball as the fresh air might do her good. I picked up the small pokemon and cradled her in my arms. Then I continued to run north towards where the cry had come from.
I came out onto a clearance, I recognised the place as Azalea Forest. The bright sky made the bug pokemon visible hiding away in the grass and the trees and noises from nincadas and kricketots abused the environment. Espeon still lay weak in my arms just barely grasping hold of consciousness. Right in the centre, I saw a large bug pokemon attacking Gligar and ramming into him. Gligar was still going strong but his stamina had weakened harshly since my last fight with him. I recognised the pokemon Gligar was fighting from a photo Bugsy had. It was the rare bug-fighting pokemon Heracross. His body was a murky blue colour with strong shell-like skin and the move he was using must’ve been the signature Megahorn. Although, being type advantage against the bug and the fighting, Heracross clearly had the upper hand and Gligar couldn’t get a strong enough flying move in to take it out.
“Hey, stop harming my friend!” I yelled fiercely at the Heracross.
Gligar turned towards me and smiled weakly as if he understood what I was saying and hobbled away from Heracross. Heracross on the other hand, had locked his horn towards me, lowered his head like a bull about to charge. Before I could think, Heracross had already started charging towards me. He was smaller than me but by the amount of power its Megahorn had against Gligar, I wasn’t going to survive this. I looked down at Espeon; her breathing patterns have started slowing down her body cold to touch. I kept her close to me and closed my eyes.
There was a loud crash and I felt dust fly up and hit me in the face. I still had my eyes tightly shut, disallowing any light to enter. Strangely enough, I also still hadn’t been hit into by Heracross even though he was running at me at full speed. Maybe it wasn’t me he was targeting?
“Espeon? Espeon where are you?” For the first time, my voice sounded worried. If I lost Espeon aswell, then I would’ve risked not only Espeons faith in me but her life aswell.
My arms felt weightless, Espeon must’ve been hit out of my arms when the dust hit me in the face. I quickly opened my eyes and rapidly searched around for Espeon. The nincadas had quieted down and Heracross had gone. When I turned around, Gligar was there hovering panting over something. I couldn’t quite make out what he was looking at, I slowly walked around the hovering bat pokemon and looked down. Espeon was sat on the ground happily munching into some pecha berries.
“Of course!” I thought, smiling to myself, “Pecha berries have the healing qualities.
Gligar must’ve picked them up on the way to Azalea Forest!”
Gligar turned towards me happy and enthusiastic; it was amazing due to the amount of damage he took to remain that way. While I had my eyes closed Gligar must’ve finally used a flying type move on Heracross and took him down, and then went to aid Espeon as quick as possible seeing how weak she was. I fell down on the grass exhausted and sat up straight to look at the two pokemon. Espeon’s tail began to rise, she looked as ecstatic as ever. Gligar approached me and hugged my leg slowly nudging its body up and down and nestling his head on my belt.
“Ah Gligar don’t do that, if you do that then-”
The third and final spare pokeball fell off my belt and activated shooting a blue beam at Gligar and absorbing him into the pokeball. My eyes grew wide, this was it. Gligar finally accepted the pokeball. But I didn’t know whether the pokeball was accepting him. Espeon stopped eating and looked at the red and white ball wiggling first left, then right, then left again…