Pokemon Indigo League Stories Part 2

The Palm of our hands

The dust settled after the massive clash. Mew floated above, still radiating energy but now curious rather than hostile. Below, the girl and her army of Pokémon stood united, battle-worn but unyielding. Pikachu panted heavily, sparks still crackling on its cheeks, while Jolteon stood at its side, poised for another attack if needed.

Gary squinted at the girl, tilting his head. Something about her seemed... familiar. His eyes drifted to her Togepi, which was gleefully bouncing around as if it hadn’t just witnessed a legendary battle. Then his gaze moved to the Eevee—now a Jolteon, but its presence struck a chord. His eyes widened.

“Wait a second...” Gary started, pointing at her. “She has a shapeshifting Eevee... and a Togepi... WISTY?!”

The girl froze mid-step, then slowly turned around, her face breaking into a sly grin. “Finally, Gary Berry. I was wondering when you’d put it together.”

“Gary Berry?!” Quillon barked, glaring at Wisty. “What are you doing here?”

Wisty waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, you know, just saving your skins. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Saving us?!” Quillon’s voice rose, his irritation plain. “You barged in uninvited, caused complete chaos, and now you’re acting like a hero?”

Goh stepped forward, his jaw slack. “Wait, wait, wait. Did you actually catch Mew?!”

Wisty gave him a sideways glance, looking utterly unimpressed by his shock. “Maybe. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal?!” Goh threw his arms up. “That’s Mew! The legendary Pokémon! It’s supposed to be impossible to catch!”

“Well, I wouldn’t say impossible,” Wisty said with a shrug. “Just improbable if you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Quillon clenched his fists, his face red with barely-contained fury. “I don’t care how you did it—Mew isn’t yours to keep! It belongs to the wild, not some reckless trainer with a superiority complex!”

Wisty’s grin turned sharp. “Oh, really, Quillon? You’re going to lecture me about responsibility? Maybe I should remind you of the time you nearly destroyed an entire habitat because you couldn’t control your Weavile.”

Quillon took a step forward, his Weavile growling at his side. “You—”

“Azumarill, Hydro Pump!” Danika interrupted, her voice firm. The spray of water shot between Wisty and Quillon, forcing them apart. “Both of you, chill out!”

Wisty crossed her arms, smirking. “You’re lucky Danika’s here to babysit you, Quillon. As always.”

Quillon snarled but didn’t retaliate, muttering curses under his breath.

Meanwhile, Gary rubbed his temples. “I still can’t believe you caught Mew. That’s insane.”

Wisty turned to him, her expression softening just slightly. “Yeah, well, Mew and I go way back. It wasn’t about catching it—it was about trust. Mew wanted me to catch it.”

“Unbelievable,” Horace said, shaking his head. “This whole situation is insane.”

Goh nodded. “You’re telling me.”

But Quillon wasn’t done yet. “You shouldn’t even be here, Wisty! This mission is none of your business!”

Wisty tilted her head, her smirk returning. “Oh, is it not? Funny, because it seemed like you were about to get your butts handed to you by Mew. If anything, I saved you from embarrassing yourselves.”

“That’s it!” Quillon snapped. “Weavile—”

“Houndour, Flamethrower!” Wisty’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding.

Before Quillon could react, Houndour stepped forward and unleashed a stream of fire directly at his feet. Quillon yelped, jumping back as the flames scorched the ground in front of him.

“Oops,” Wisty said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “My bad.”

Danika stepped between them again, hands raised. “Okay, enough! Both of you!” She turned to Quillon. “You’re not going to win an argument with her, so just drop it.”

Quillon glared at Wisty, but he bit his tongue, muttering under his breath.

Wisty, still grinning, glanced back at Mew, who was now floating down toward her. “See? Even Mew thinks I’m the better trainer.” She held out her hand, and Mew nuzzled her palm, purring softly.

The group stared in stunned silence as Mew hovered beside her like an affectionate pet. Even Quillon was left speechless.

Finally, Goh broke the silence. “You’re really something else, Wisty.”

“Thanks, Goh,” Wisty said, tossing him a wink. “But you already knew that.”

Gary shook his head, muttering, “Unbelievable.”

Wisty’s grin widened. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a legendary Pokémon to tend to. Try not to get into too much trouble without me, okay?” With that, she turned on her heel, her Pokémon following her as she strolled away, leaving the group to process everything that had just happened.

“Well,” Horace said after a long pause, “that was... something.”

“You don’t say,” Gary replied, still shaking his head.

Quillon, however, was fuming. “I hate her,” he muttered.

“Yeah,” Danika said with a sigh. “We all know.”