Midnight's Story

Hemlock

Prof. Hemlock took another step closer- and Midnight lunged for his throat.

Ash knocked Prof. Hemlock over an instant before Midnight's Bite would have closed on his neck.

"Midnight, easy. He won't hurt you..."

"What is the meaning of this?" Demanded Prof. Hemlock, not asking Ash but Midnight. He stood up.

"Mid midnight mid!" she said angrily. [I remember what your kind did!]

"Why won't you talk?"

"Prof., Midnight hasn't said a word in our language for as long as I've had her. She doesn't seem to be able to."

"Odd, it talked before..." Hemlock shook his head. "Anyway, I need it for research-"

Midnight lunged, knocking him over. She Growled angrily at him.

"No Midnight! Get off him!" said Ash.

Again Hemlock stood up. "Odd, there was a trainer named Midnight who left today. What a strange coincidence. Now, tell it to come with me."

"No. Midnight very clearly hates you for some reason. If I could even convince her to go, she would run away at her first chance. And besides, if she doesn't want to go, I won't try to force her."

"It is a rare pokemon thought to have been killed. I need to, at the very least, study it's genome to try to figure out what pokemon it's related to and if it has any evolutions."

Ash smiled. "Why don't I give you a feather? You can do you genetic research then later we'll see if she will go with you."

"Very well." Prof. Hemlock said, still annoyed at not getting Midnight now. He stepped forward to pull out a primary feather.

Midnight released what is about as close to a squawk as a dog/cat creature can do. If he took that feather, she wouldn't be able to fly correctly until she grew a new one. She grabbed one at the base of her wing and held it out to Hemlock in her teeth. He took it and tried to pat her on the head, and she finally managed to Bite him.

"Midnight!" her trainer said, but smiled a bit as her returned her to the pokeball.

As always, dreams came to her.

She was the one who had to hold them together. They couldn't fight-they were Higher Powers...they were the Chosen...

Inside the masterball, Midnight tossed and turned, horrified by the story that was unfolding.