• Chapter 1
    Charly
    My name is Charly. My sister is Clarice. We live in the forest outside of a small town named Littleroot. We eat the berries that we find, sometimes we, my mother and I, send Clarice to get some food from town. She is the only one who can go because my mother is not human, she is a Nidoqueen, and I am considered a freak because of my purple skin. I also have purple spines for hair. The humans only accept Clarice because she looks human. They all think that her hair is dyed blue.
    Clarice and I were born in a lab. We do not know our father because he was some random donor, and we only know our mother because we were kept in the same pen, like animals. To them it didn’t matter because they didn’t even see us as part human.
    There are only three similarities between me and my sister: Our naturally, oddly colored hair, our parents, and the fact that both of us can understand and speak to Pokémon. Actually I was just talking to a couple of squirtle about how hot it is.
    I am eighteen years old and Clarice is ten. She’s finally finishing school. I’m not allowed to go to school because they would probably try to kill me for being different. Humans are afraid of what they don’t know. I do learn stuff though. I can use the same moves a Pokémon can. I learn how to use these moves from some of my mother’s old friends. Clarice goes to school because she does not have this ability.
    As a matter of fact, the story I’m about to tell you starts with one of my lessons. My sister was home because it was Saturday. I have classes every day. Today I was with Flare, a Blazekein, using special moves, which is my weak point. I’m great with physical moves, but if I had to rely on special moves to save my life I might as well just lie down on the ground and die.
    So I was training with Flare, my sister was sitting on a rock and watched as my teacher scolded me for failing, yet again.
    “How long have we been at this?” she asked.
    “About two years now.” I replied.
    “Exactly. And why haven’t you improved?”
    “I don’t know ma’m.”
    “How many times have I told you? Don’t call me ma’m.”
    “I’m sorry, sir.” I replied smiling
    She smiled back, “Will you ever cease to amaze me?”
    “Will we ever have snow in the summer?”
    “We just might, you never know.”
    “I think I’m gonna puke.” Clarice butted in. I’d forgotten she was there.
    “Class is done for now.” Flare said
    “Then we better head home.” I replied. “Come on, Clarice, hop on.” I alwys carried my sister home after weekend classes.
    “Hold it.” Flare said before Clarice got on my back. “I’ve got to talk to your mother. So I can carry Clarice today.”
    “Yippee” Clarice exclaimed in joy.
    “Yah, yippee.” I moaned. Clarice glared at me, its creepy how she does that. “Okay, okay, I get it, sheesh.”
    She hopped on Flare’s back and said “Let’s go!”
    “Hey.” I said “I’ll Race you.”
    “Bring it on.” Flare replied.
    We jumped into the trees and started to run from branch to branch. She must have changes the rules at some time because she started throwing fireballs at me. None of them hit me though.
    When we were about a mile from the house I saw a flash of light off to our left and stopped.
    “What is it?” Clarice asked.
    “I don’t know.” I replied “We should check it out.
    “What? Why’d you stop?”
    “You didn’t see it?”
    “I did.” Flare replied.
    “Let’s go.” I turned and started leaping toward where the light came from. Half an hour later we entered an area filled with burned tree stumps. They were still smoking.
    In the center of the area was a man laying face down in the mud. He was wearing a black leather jacket, blue jeans, and a green shirt. A small metal bar was poking out of his back pocket and above it, poking out of the waist of his pants, was a small L-shaped piece of metal.
    I turned him over to look at his face, he was still breathing. Suddenly hid eyes shot open, they were brown and filled with fear, then he moaned “Help… my brother… insane” And he went limp.
    “I think we should take him with us.” Flare said.
    “Why?” I asked.
    “Because he doesn’t belong here.”