My Pokemon Story

Chap.☕1

Cally's POV.
"Go, poke ball!"

I finally caught a Jolteon. After a few months of hard work that is.

"Nice work Lycanroc," I said to my Lycanroc. There's four types: midday, midnight, dusk, and dawn forms. I have a special form. My Lycanroc is called a Forest Lycanroc.

Lycanroc transformed from Rockruff midday, that's why it has the body of a Midday Lycanroc. But, the green comes from transforming in the forest underneath trees blocking the sun.

So, instead of calling this new Lycanroc a Green Midday Lycanroc, people called it a Forest Lycanroc.

"Lycan," he answered.

I smiled.

"Good job to the rest of you guys, too," I complimented Litleo, Luxray, Unlucky Shinx, and Sea Persian.

"Come on out, Jolteon."

I tossed the pokeball, releasing Jolteon.

"Jolt. Jolt," Jolteon said.

I petted his head softly. My Pokemon gathered around me.

"Now what should we do?" I asked, glancing around.

"Shinx," Shinx meowed.

"You're right, Shinx. Alright, everybody, let's go."

The Pokemon went back into their balls, and I put the pokeballs into my bookbag.

I started to walk with Lycanroc by my side.

A crash came from the North.

"Lycan."

"It's okay, Lycanroc. We'll go check it out."

When we got to where the noise came from, there was a poor Noivern laying helplessly on the ground against a Charizard. A human was behind the other dragon type.

"Lycanroc, rock throw!" I shouted.

Lycanroc howled using his common technique. I sighed, rushing to the injured pokemon. There was a cloud of dust hiding us from the boy.

"It's going to be okay," I whispered to Noivern.

"Noi," it said.

I got out an empty pokeball, pulling it up near its snout. It oustretched its head up, opening the pokeball and entering the ball.

"Quick, Lycanroc," I called quietly. We ran into the woods while I held on tight to Noivern's Pokemon ball.

"It'll be okay. I promise."

320 words.