Alfa and Omega

Part 2 - Shield

Hi!!! This is part two. The parts are most likely going to be small most of the time, but I'll try to update once a day if I can make it. Anyway, please comment below, and if you have some ideas as to what characters or pokemon you want to show up, then let me know, and I'll see if there's a place I can put them in. Thank you for reading this!!!! 🤗 (Throws candy and runs around hugging everybody)

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Third person P.O.V. Focused on Jayralia

For the next few days, Jayra continued to explore the area surrounding her house, and trying to figure out why any pokemon she came across ran away. She tried approaching the pokemon slowly, she tried leaving food for them, and she tried to watch them from afar. But they ran no matter how unthreatening she tried to make herself, the food was left uneaten, and they always seemed to sense her watching them from where ever she was.

Finally, she gave up trying to force herself on them. "If they want me, they can come get me." She thought.

The three days following passed uneventfully. Jayra spent the hours finding berries in the woods and creating made up foods with them, splashing in the river, making up songs, and drawing pictures in her sketch book. Sometimes she would play with her parent's pokemon Lilligant, Budew, and Apom, but normally they were helping her mom and dad garden. Jayra couldn't personally see what was so fun about making plants grow for a living, but her parents loved it, so she supposed it wasn't all that bad.

It was early afternoon, and Jayra was walking the forest pretending she was a spy, when she heard yelling coming from up ahead of her. As she came closer to the sound, she noted that it was a boy yelling, but that there were also faint cries of pain.

Increasing her pace, Jayra came into a small clearing where a red haired teenage boy (Note: the male trainer is not from the anime and is just some random person I made up) with a Dewott at his side and a pokeball in his hand towered over a badly damaged Zorua.

Zorua was the tricky fox pokemon, and could create illusions, though this one looked like it was too badly hurt. "Are you kidding me!?" The trainer screamed. "I went through all the trouble of chasing you for at least a mile, battling you, and catching you, only to find out that you only know one move!? That's pathetic! Zoruas are supposed to be sly and tough to beat! You practically just stood there!"

The black fox staggered to his feet, (in this story, I'm going to refer to pokemon as he or she, not it) grunting slightly, and tried to run away.

"Oh no you don't! Dewott, use Water Pulse!" A glowing blue ball appeared in Dewott's paws, and he hurled it at the other pokemon.

It hit Zorua dead on, and threw him to the ground.

By this time, Jayra had had enough. "Hey!" She said stepping forward. "Stop it. Zorua's already beaten. There's no need to keep hurting him."

"It's mine." The other trainer snarled holding up a pokeball that must have been Zorua's. "I can do with it what I want. Now move!"

"No! Zorua's a he! Not an it! And you shouldn't bully anyone like that!"

"Watch me!" He shoved her away. "Dewott, Water Pulse again!"

"No!" Jayra screamed.

She jumped in front of Zorua and crossed her arms across her chest with her hands in fists just as Dewott threw his second attack. It felt like getting blasted with a firehose at close corridors, and Jayra only just managed to keep her feet. The red haired trainer looked shocked at seeing her shield the dark type, but quickly replaced the look on his face with one of contempt.

"Whatever." He said. "It's to weak to keep anyway."

He hurled the pokeball he had used to catch Zorua at Jayra, then stormed off with Dewott close behind him.

Third person P.O.V. Focused on Zorua

As a rule, Zorua never trusted humans.

Some were awful, some were mostly okay, but they all wanted to catch him, and he didn't want to be caught. He hated the idea of being trapped in a pokeball with almost no way to get out unless a trainer called, and he hated battling. Mostly because he was bad at it.

Like the red haired boy had said, Zorua only knew one move: Scratch. Literally what it sounded like. His claws would glow, and he would Scratch his opponents, and it was considered one of the weakest moves in the history of ever.

But now Zorua had a problem, the boy had caught him. He was now bound to this stupid looking half red half white ball that a girl with choppy cut, mid length, brown hair, green eyes, shorts, and a T-shirt was now holding. He growled weakly as she knelt next to him. "Hey," she said softly. "I'm Jayra. I'm not going to hurt you."

He tried to grab the pokeball out of her hands, but his legs gave out from under him, and he crumpled to the ground.

"Are you bound to this ball?" The girl asked.

"What do you think?" Zorua thought bitterly, but he nodded his head yes.

"Do you want to go in so you can recover?"

"Zor!" He snapped, ears laid back on his head, teeth bared.

"So you don't like the ball."

He shook his head, a growl still rumbling in his throat. He couldn't believe that his fate with that thrice cursed ball rested with a human girl. She stayed quiet for a long time, unreadable emotions flashing through her eyes, before she finally said:

"Do you want me to break it?"

Zorua couldn't believe what he was hearing. From what he could tell, Zoruas were pretty rare, and to catch one was even more rare, and this girl was offering to let him go after he'd practically been handed to her on a silver platter? He'd believe it when he saw it. Zorua nodded.

The girl opened the pokeball, hesitated for a second, then snapped the white half from the red half clean off. Zorua stared at her with a newfound respect. As rule, he didn't trust humans, but this one seemed to be different.

Third person P.O.V. Focused on N

N watched everything that happened from the shadows. He had been about to intervene between the trainer and the Zorua when the girl that had moved into the house had burst into the clearing.

N had told himself that he needed to get rid of the family that lived next to the meadow because they might hurt the pokemon, but after the girls actions, he wondered if perhaps he had read them wrong at a first glance. That they might not be like everyone else.

Just as the pokeball broke, N decided to watch, but not make a move just yet. He wasn't sure why, but he had a feeling that this girl was different.

Above him, watching the proceedings as well in spirit forms though N did not know it, were the legendary pokemon Zekrom and Reshiram.

"She has powerful ideals." Zekrom said.

"And you can see the truth burning in her like flame." Reshiram added. "She is strong."

"Yes. For a human to draw our spirits out of the dark and light stones by their actions is unusual."

"She will bare watching."

"Indeed."

And the two faded from sight.