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By IllusiveAshira

Chapter 1: Beginings

"WELCOME LADIES AND GENTLE FURS TO THE 79TH ANNUAL POKE'MON LEAGUE WORLD TOURNAMENT!" the Announcer yelled loudly to the crowds revving the excitement from the people working them up for what should be a exciting battle. It had boiled down to a fight between two trainers, a male albino mink and a female Anthro-Umbreon. Whoever won this battle would be fighting the elite four in two weeks. The one that didn't would just be a foot note. "TODAYS TOURNAMENT WILL BE THE LAST OF THE ELIMINATION ROUNDS BEFORE THE BIG EVENT!"

The announcer continued for some time listing off a bit of the torunaments history and such before two of the brighter spot lights turned on and roated to shine light down upon the compettitors standing in the massive ovoid arena. Standing at the north end of the pitch was a lanky mink his lithe body pratically hidden by his t-shirt that almost went to his knees and exceedingly baggy shorts. The kid was barely fifteen and his pure white albino fur contrasted strongly with the with the black shirt and shorts. The albino mink waved to the crowds soaking it in as they cheered and the poke balls at his belt reflected the sun glaringly.

His opponent at the other end couldn't have been anymore his opposite if she had tried. The fairly thin anthro Umbreon had her red eyes closed and her arms folded with her ears folded back lightly in the hopes of drowning out the noises of the crowds while working out her strategies. She wore a tight deep purple top that stopped just above her naval and was sleveless as well as a thigh length purple skirt and purple soft shoes. Just above her slim soft furred tail were three poke balls all in there shrunken state and around her neck suspended by a silver chain was a fourth poke ball also shrunken down. She frowened lightly her paws clenching slightly as the usual riggermarole music started and her blue fur highlights glowed ever so lightly in her iritation.

Also unlike the male mink across from her she had one of her pokemon free roaming. This was Thrisk the charmillion. In other words, it was me.

Yes not often you get to hear a story from a pokemons perspective, its always how there masters rose to power and glory. No, in this story you'll hear it from me; mistress rise to fame, how she saved Shinji Continent from Team Azure, and ultimately you'll hear things that wont end up in her biography.

I rememeber the first time years ago when she opened my Pokeball. I had been just a little charmander at the time and other then Professor Oaks grizzled grey fur id never seen another furson or pokemon. As the light shined down giving her a halo like aura I couldn't help but think she was some legendary creature demanding of respect, of being honored, and from that instant I was hers before Oak had even offered.

We had many close scrapes, suffering rivalries that still made her fur stand on end and made my blood boil. We had fought and clawed and I myself had evolved to a charmillion. It had all been done to see that rare smile she gave me. She didn't so much as treat me bad as allow minimal room for mistakes. When I made a mistake my training would be increased until I did it properly. At this point my master and me had a reputation as being the closest knit fighting force from Celadon, to the point she rarely had to give me orders in combat for us to win.

"LADIES AND GENTLE FURS, ITS TIME FOR THE FINALLY OF THESE FINALS TO SEE WHO WILL BE FACING THE ELITE FOUR!" the announcer called ripping me from my memories as I raised my head from the floor having been laying at mistress feet before standing next to her. I didn't have to wait long as her eyes opened and she looked down at me and I at her. Our eyes locked for a moment and then without a word I leapt from the podium into the ring, I was her choice as starting pokemon.

I could feel the cement beneath my claws and scaled feet as my fist clenched lightly. Given this was a finals match there was nothing thatd give either side a benefit over the other. The wind was blowing lightly from the east now and my golden eyes glanced over the field awaiting my opponents choice as my red flame tipped tail swayed lightly from side to side in anticipation.

I however didn't have to wait long as the mink reach to his belt and pulled off a regular looking poke ball and chucked into the combat ring. A moment later after the glow had faded a alakazham stood in his position arms folded as he idly levitated his spoon in front of him. I frowned lightly looking the mental pokemon noting that neither of us had a elemental advantage and that id have to be careful, mental attacks always gave me the willies.

"LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!" the distant announcer yelled and almost instantly the mink yelled out "Alakazham, use teleport." and the bright yellow mentalist vanished like that. I looked all over the field but didn't bother looking up and out of nowhere the alakazham performed a drop kick slamming my head to the ground and making little bursts of light appear in my vision.

'so hes going to play like that' I thought to myself feeling my mistress frown at the fact id been caught off guard as the alakazham vanished again seemingly gone and allowing me to stand again. When he tried the trick again however I was ready for it and managed to leap over the leg sweep and with a feral like growl performed a spin kick like Mistress mach amp had shown me during our sparring sessions. The mental pokemon was sent reeling and wiped a bit of blood from his pointed muzzle, but his error was that hed stopped to do that.

Before he even heard the next command from his master or even had time to think up his own move I had leapt at the mentalist my clenched fist coated in flames and caught him him the gut and lifted the pokemon that was approximately twice my size easily off the ground from the force of the blow. And while he was still in the air I gripped his big bushy tail and flexing my muscles and roaring out my rage at having been caught off guard in front of my mistress I began to spin him. Unfortunately being that close I didn't have time to dodge as the alakazham reached out a single paw and gripped my forehead.

For a moment everything was cold and black around my head before the shadow ball suddenly exploded forcing me to let go of the mentalist and flinging me back in a black plume of smoke from the explosion. I just barely managed to stop myself from sliding out fot he ring by digging my foot claws into the cement and leaving several long furrows in its surface before I shook my head.

My senses were reeling again but as with the drop kick I was over all fine. Least til I saw mistress leap from her podium and begin to run toward me arms outstretched. Id only ever seen her act so out of character before and that had been when id accidently got blown into a fast moving river while she had been fishing. But I wasn't in any danger in this fighting ring, there was no water and my opponent was barely able to even hurt me. No, something had to be wrong otherwise mistress wouldn't look so concerned.

I frowned intently as she kept running for me trying to figure it out when a strong gust blew in from behind mistress and instinctually I inhaled deeply. My eyes went wide when the scent that hit me wasn't hers but was instead the alakazhams. Now I knew, he had likely hit me with Confusion coupled with the shadow ball. I cleared my mind and relaxed my stance seeming to accept the illusion as real and even lowered my gaze a bit.

If I messed this up mistress would give me extra training for a year but if I managed to succeed maybe id get a smile for my efforts. That hope brought a small smile to my lips as I placed my left claw behind my back the white enamel taking on a silvered like sheen. When the illusion was within reach I reached my steel coated talon out and caught the alakazham by the throat. Soon as id made contact the poor mentalists image faded to reveal he was probably readying to Psybeam me out of the ring or something at close range.

I smirked lightly feeling him squirm in my grip before I slowly began to squeeze the smirk widening as my golden eyes focused on the mentalist. Over his shoulder I could see mistress standing with her arms still folded and upon her muzzle a smirk that mirrored my own. Not a smile but close. She was pleased with how I was doing. My own smirk turned to a grin before I opened my maw and the air between me and the alakazham began heating up rapidly as he squirmed weakly in my grip.

Given he was taller then me and I didn't want to miss I wrapped both my talons securely around his neck, and not a moment to soon as he began thrashing to try and shake me loose knowing what was coming. However between my steeled grip with one talon and the seeming death grip I had with the other I wasn't going anywhere as the fire built in my gullet.

When I heard mistress whispering voice yell over the cheering crowds "FINISH HIM THRISK SHOW HIM WHAT YOU CAN DO!" I unleashed the seemingly liquid fire from my maw letting the red hot flames pour from my maw over the alakazhams face and upper body and I kept pouring the flame despite several failed teleports to try to dislodge me, the result being that id come along for the trip due to my close contact and just keep burning him. Finally after a full 10 seconds the mentalist finally flopped at my feet having passed out from the severe burns. Only when I was sure he was completely knocked out did I stop with the fire and release my talons from his neck, talons that were now coated in the physchic pokemons deep blue hued blood.

As the announcer was yelling about my victory I dominantly placed my foot atop my fallen enemy and roared while the crowds cheered and mistress gave me a gentle smile. We knew our opponenets roster just like he knew ours. Mistress still had her machop, haunter, pidgotto, and of coarse myself. All he had left was a beedrill, a magnetite, and a Ivysaur.

And as mistress had preditected those three fell before my might far easier then the alakazham who we had most been worried about. By that evening I had claimed another victory for my mistress and was well rewarded with a smile. As I lay at the foot of mistress bed that evening while she slept I looked at the ribbon in her trophy case proclaiming her admittence to fight the elite four in two weeks and I couldn't help but be anxious for this new test of strength.

(my first try at a pokemon story.. My current plot is 6 more chapters long but depending on how its received and such it may become a much longer series... anyways I hope you enjoyed this introduction... please comment and such)