Illusion Forest! Zorua and Gardenia Town!
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Lost in Illusion Forest
Here Jason was. He had made it into Illusion Forest. Looking around, he wondered if he was in the right place. The place looked...well... deserted. There was almost no trace of a Pokémon, or even a trainer. And what that man had said earlier "if" he makes it out. Why "if". He walked around and saw a sign. It read:
"Oh great, Beedrill." He muttered. "What do I do now..." He started walking but tried to make sure he was a silent has possible. Lurking behind him was a small Pokémon, an Eevee. It giggled and proceeded to follow him at a slow pace. Jason sighed. "Something about this place disturbs me." He looked down at Snivy, who was looking forward. "What do you think of this place Snivy?"
The Pokémon looked up. "Sni."
"Yeah, I feel about the same." Suddenly he looked up, and saw several Pokémon hanging onto trees. He held up his Pokédex.
"Kakuna, a transitional stage between Weedle and Beedrill. Kakunas remain inactive until they evolve into deadly Beedrills and hatch."
"Oh God...Kakuna..." He muttered. Even Snivy herself looked frightened. "Here's what we'll do." He whispered. "We just walk away real slow-like."
However, the Kakuna turned their attention towards Jason and Snivy. Cracking sounds were head, and it was quite clear what was happening.
"Oh...shit..." He muttered. "Snivy, forget anything about slow and quiet. RUN!" He grabbed Snivy, and ran, using the speed of the running shoes to aid him in his escape. He hid behind a tree, panting and set Snivy down.
"Vui." He heard a voice from his knees, and looked. "Now what's this Pokémon?"
"Eevee, the Evolution Pokémon. Eevee is a unique Pokémon that can adapt to its environment by changing its form and abilities when evolving."
"An Eevee. Now that'd be a good addition to my team." However as soon as he said this, Eevee took off.
"Wait, Eevee!" But it was gone. "Dammit." He sighed. "Well Snivy, we should get moving again. Don't want those Beedrill to catch up." After walking for awhile however, night had fallen. Jason and Snivy stopped for the night, and gathered sticks, constructing a fire. He lied down on his sleeping back and Snivy curled up next to him.
Suddenly, he was falling. He didn't know how, and he didn't know why but he was falling. He looked down and saw a large amount of water. He couldn't do anything. He was about to hit it!
SPLASH! He hit the water's surface, but he felt no pan and continued to sink. He looked around. This wasn't like any river he'd ever seen. It was dark, eerie. But what he found was the strangest thing of all was he could breath. He started to swim around.
"Where am I?" He thought. "And how did I get here?" His thoughts seemed to echo. Suddenly, he heard what sounded like a Pokémon's cry. It was beautiful. Almost melodic. Then he turned, and saw a truly massive Pokémon behind him. He heard the sound again, but much louder this time. The Pokémon in itself was frightening. It's eyes were glowing the rest of it's body was charcoal black. It opened it's mouth...
Jason shot up with a jolt, his heart racing. He looked around, grateful to see he was still in the forest. Snivy was grumbling to herself, having been thrown when Jason woke up.
"Sorry..." He apologized to the Pokémon. "I had a nightmare." He sighed, and looked around. The fire was out. Perhaps it was morning now. This forest made it so heard to tell. It seemed to be perpetually night. He sighed. "C'mon Snivy, we might as well search for the exit to this forest since we're awake." He packed his sleeping bag back into his bag and crushed the burnt out sticks. He started to walk, and beckoned Snivy to follow, which it did. He yawned. "I wonder what that dream even meant..." Suddenly, he heard russling. He looked around, but saw nothing. This was great. Now he was hearing things. "Sni." Snivy was tugging at his pants leg, and pointing. He looked in the direction she was pointing.
There was a Emonga standing there. Jason fished out his Pokédex, but, when he tried to scan the Emonga, a staticky image of a different Pokémon appeared.
"Zo...Zorua..the Dark Fx...kémon.." The Pokédex quieted after that.
"Well isn't that disturbing." Jason said quietly. "Well, Pokédex on the fritz or not, you are a Pokémon and I'm gonna catch you." The Emonga chuckled, jumping into the air and transforming back into Zorua. "I see you don't have any objections to a battle. Alright Snivy! Let's move! Grass Mixer!"
Leaves began to whirl around Snivy and it launched the tornado of leaves at Zorua, who dodged and launched a
Jason walked into town, whistling a merry tune. So, this was the place. Here, he could do both a Pokémon Gym Battle, and try his hand as Contests. He grinned. This was getting fun. He headed to the Pokémon Center, and went over to the counter. "Hello, Nurse Joy. Im Jason Reid. Is there a phone I can use by any chance?"
The nurse turned around. "Jason Reid? Actually, I have a package for you." She walked out of the room for a moment and walked back, carrying a small box. She handed it to Jason, and he took it, opening it. Inside was something wierd.
"Nurse...what is this?"
"It's a Poké Ball." She replied. "Call your mother, she sent it."
Jason ran over to a video phone, figuring it would be easier than with the Pokégear. "Hi Mom."
"Hi sweetie." His mother's voice rang in cheerfully. "Nice to see that you've made it to Gardenia Town. Did you get that Poké Ball?"
Jason nodded. "This is a Poké Ball?" He askesd, holding it up.
"Yeah." The mother nodded. "It belonged to my father. Inside is one of my grandfather's favorite Pokémon, his Charizard."
"C-Charizard?!?" Jason was shocked. In this weird Poké Ball, he held a powerful Fire-type Pokémon.
"That's right. He was one of my father's favorite Pokémon. But Charizard won't listen to just anyone. Make sure you're able to control him before you try to use him. Play with fire and you just might get burnt."
"Alright, thanks Mom!"
His mother smiled. "You know, you're alot like my father when he was your age. Hold on, let me see..." She left the phone for a moment, and he heard russling. She came back, holding a picture in her hand. It was a black and white image. "This is my father when he was young. You even look-alike."
Jason grinned. "Thanks again Mom." And he hung up.