The Truth and The Ideals (Pokemon Fanfic)

Chapter 1. Broken Hope

A girl dropped out of a rift, she had long blond hair tied into a platt. She wore a short stripy black and red tank top, she also wore black shorts and a grey coat covering her, a necklace adorned her neck at the end was a stone. She had a trainer belt with four Pokèballs. Each Pokèball contained a different Pokèmon.

Her feet felt weird as the were surrounded by the grass. She sighed then tried to understand where she was. It had been over ten years since she had made it to the human realm, she wouldn't remember much and considering that much could change.

She was stumped. Her red eyes scanned the area and it's surrounding forest. The trees! She could easily tell her location by the type of trees. She walked slowly up to the trees not used to walking, in the distortion world you could float everywhere.

She looked up to see berries growing on the trees and Pokèmon nibbling on them. The Pokèmon was a Sewaddle more commonly found in the Unova region.

She made the conclusion that this was in fact the Unova region. She sighed then decided to take some of the berries for herself. She was getting hungry.

"Hey! Who are you?" A voice shouted. It startled the girl causing her to turn her head around slowly. Her eyes met with a Pokèmon, The Pokémon was primarily green. On the sides of its head were horns that end in dull, curled points. It has a pointed snout with a black blaze running from its nose to the back of its head. Its face, hind legs, and underside were white. There was a pinked-tipped leaf on each side of its neck, and leafy tufts on its shoulders. On its back, there were pointed tufts of fur forming a medium-long tail. Its lower legs resemble knee-high boots with pink highlights at the knees, and it has black hooves.

"I am Herupa, I just arrived here to see the sorry state the human world is." The girl greeted then bowed.

"Herupa.. You are the one Arceus banished! Why are you in my Forest!" The Pokèmon screeched. Herupa sighed "I guess you could call me that.."

This Pokèmon was Virizion it fought alongside the swords of justice when the war between humans and Pokèmon started. It growled then attacked with a leaf blade. Herupa dodged swiftly then grabbed one of her Pokèballs.

A Blaziken appeared and landed with a jump on the ground. Herupa smirked revealing her canines.

"Boaz use Flamethrower!" The Pokèmon obeyed without any objection and ran up towards Virizion and scorched the Legendary with a flamethrower. The Virizion growled and fainted.

Herupa gulped. She only meant to stop the Pokèmon, not make it faint. Blaziken sat down then yawned. Herupa returned the Pokèmon and walked up to the legendary. She bent down and hugged it.

"I'm sorry.." She apologised, Virizion opened its eyes then stood up.

"I'm the one who should be apologising, I never meant to attack I just believed you were one of the team plasma. They captured the rest.. I believed you were going to capture me."

Herupa sighed the Pokèmon bowed. Then looked up to the sky. "You fell from there." Virizion murmured. Herupa nodded, then stretched her back. It had been so long since she had come here, so long since she had commanded a Pokémon, but she still had her style.

"Virizion, where are the other three swords of justice?" Herupa asked staring the Pokémon in the eye. It looked to the north. "They are being kept in the castle, Plasma's castle." Virizion explained. Herupa laughed.

"I guess I got to go pay the owners a visit. I hope they don't mind my company?" Herupa giggled, Virizion wasn't so impressed.

"Herupa, they captured the rest of the observers." Virizion murmured. Herupa turned around, her face turned pale.