Storm's Story

{Part 1 of Storm's Story}

"Hmm..." I thought to myself.

I looked up at the gigantic rocky mountain that I was about to climb. I look down at my hand where a shiny red and white Pokéball was saddled.

I sighed, "I'm too lazy for this... come on out Knighty".

I threw the Pokéball out of my hand. The ball opened about five feet off the ground.

A see-through red beam shot out of the ball. Before I knew it there was a Pokémon there in front of me. This Pokémon in particular was sort of a raven related Pokémon. It was navy blue with red eyes, and some parts of its body were black, but mostly navy blue. If someone just took a quick glance at it then they would think that it's pretty fluffy, but if they went up to it and felt it, it's actually smooth. Instead of having fur or feathers, its fur and feathers are made of some sort of mysterious metal.

It let out a high pitch caw of its name "Corviknight!"

Knighty was a little nickname I gave Corviknight when I was little sprout and Knighty was just a Rookidee. Many years ago, I was, let's say, maybe about 1 minute away from "the spot", as I called it, when I ran into an angry Litten. I'd say if I was about at least eight or nine years old, I'd be able to handle it, but I was only six back then. At first, I didn't know it was angry, so I went to walk around it. As soon as I went to move though, flames came erupting out of its trap. The flames crackled like an egg on a hot pan. It shot its blazing flames up in the air. I was scared and paralyzed with fear.

A moment later there were Torracats and Littens everywhere, all angry and ready for everything to come down in flames around them. The fearful creatures were about to pounce when there was a loud caw. It was a small Rookidee. A minute later there were Coviknights, Corvisquires, and Rookidees everywhere! Ever since that day we have been best friends.

Knighty looked at the surrounding area. It wasn't a good place to set up a camp, that's for sure. There were trees everywhere, rocks, and we wouldn't want to go off the path to far as we could get lost in the trees and never find our way out.

"Can ya help me with this, Knighty?" I say while looking up at the mountain.

I was going to my favorite spot. This "spot" was bewitching. It was sort of like a small flower field, except there was a particular flower in this field, white roses. When we got there, there were so many thorns it looked like we'd die before we got to the center, although once I looked closely, I could see that there was a footpath to the center.

I toppled on top of Knighty. I got myself comfortable and we took off. I relaxed my tiny body on Knighty. I had teal hair like the ocean with grayish blue eyes. I had pants black like the night sky at midnight with no stars, and a blood red sweater that I loved dearly for no reason.

We had passed the mountain by now but Knighty kept flying. The skies were our favorite place to be. I looked down at the terrain under us, I saw leafy green trees, dirt, stuff like that nothing unusual. I looked back up at the sky noticing the moon seemed larger than unusual. There was nothing to do so I looked in my bag for Knighty's favorite snack, chicken.

I opened my bag which was almost the same shade as my sweater, but not quite.

"Only two pieces left..." I thought "I'll get some in the next town we come across."

I took out one of the pieces in my Hoothoot lunch bag and gave it to Knighty. He ate it slowly enjoying every little tidbit of juiciness. Just as I put my knapsack back over my shoulder, Knighty had spotted something.

"What is it, Knighty...?" I said a stub worried.

Knighty turned his head toward me, "Corvy?"