A/N-I've started editing the earlier chapters. This is the newest version. Nothing new was added or deleted in this chapter, mostly fixed up grammar and such. I'm pretty bad at grammar, so if anyone is willing to beta-read...

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Chapter 1

Gently, I slipped down the oak tree I used as my temporary home for the night. The smell of morning dew mixed with the scent of a waking forest filled my lung. Faraway, I could hear the last hoot of a Noctowl before he slumbered.

I ran a hand through my strawberry-blond hair. A simple white dress hung loosely on my body, serving no other purpose than to cover some private parts. I felt the moss release its moisture as I stepped on the forest ground with my bare feet.

I started to walk with my two legs. I despised human legs; they were considerably slower than those of Pokémon, even bipedal ones. I felt the urge to Morph, but I knew if I Morphed on an empty stomach, I would surely find myself waking up to a setting sun wondering where the day had gone.

I joined some Zigzagoons for breakfast. They were happily chomping away on some Pecha Berries and paid no mind of me when I stole some. I popped them in my mouth one by one as I asked a feeding Aipom to knock some Rawst Berries off the tree for me. The Aipom peered at me curiously; a mischievous glint flickered in his eyes and I knew instantly that I had asked the wrong Pokémon.

I spent the next fifteen minutes dodging flying fruits that I had asked to "get down" for me.

After some distance away and my white dress dyed in a neat shade of purple, I attempted a Morph despite my protesting stomach. A second later, a sixteen-years-old girl was replaced by a Swellow and a fallen dress.

I rolled my shoulders and stretched my wings, letting the soft wind caress my feathers. A growl from my stomach shortened my delight. Food first, before I plummet down from the sky and potentially becomes someone else's free lunch.

I grabbed my dress with my talons and pushed hard upwards with my wings. Before I knew it, I was circling the sky with the forest beneath me. I allowed my keen sense of hearing take over.

The language of Pokémon flowed into my ear. I had no trouble interpreting the language of Pokémon when I become one of them. Right beneath me, I could hear bickering in a nest of Swablu over how little brother took most of the room in the nest again. Behind me, a group of Bidoof mourned the loss of their newly completed dam. To the north, a Gyarados roared with frustration as his prey escaped from his gasping mouth.

I could definitely sympathize with the Gyarados. I was flying in a wave-like manner and starting to see sandwiches lying out on the forest floor. I shook my head and refocused. Amazingly, the sandwiches were still there.

I almost wept tears of joy. I hadn't had real food for almost a week. And honestly, I was getting literally sick living off of berries.

I swooped down and landed in the nearest tree, dropping my dress beside me before I Morphed again. This time, I chose the pre-evolution of the Pokémon I was. A Tallow was smaller and more agile; perfect for quickly diving in and then scramming before I had the potential of getting caught.

I assessed the situation. The sandwiches were left on a stump with a bag beside it; a sleeping Umbreon was the only one guarding them.

I prepared for my Swoop of Lightning, a move perfected over the year I had been munching off of unsuspected passersby. Then, a voice made me stiffen and almost caused me fall from my perch. I looked at the interloper ungratefully.

"Arios! Get up! You're supposed to be GUARDING the food!" A male voice came just behind the row of bushes that were out of my sight. The Umbreon stretched lazily and grumbled something along the lines of 'I got it under control'. The Umbreon walked towards who I supposed was his master and greeted him with affection. The trainer bent down to give the dark Pokemon a pat on the head. I was finally able to get a glimpse of his profile.

He looked around the same age as me, dark-haired, dark eyed with a slim build. He was bending down so I could not get a good look at his height but it seemed that he was fairly tall.

"If someone swipes those sandwiches, we're all taking your share of the food." The trainer teased his Umbreon good-naturedly.

I found how he voiced my intentions ironic, but I couldn't laugh because he was reaching toward MY future breakfast!

On an impulse, I lashed down from where I had perched and dove straight for the one he was about to pick up. I took him by surprise and he retracted his hand in shock. Perfect, I had a clear view to snatch them all.

Feeling quite greedy and perhaps too egotistical, I swooped again to pick up one of the sandwiches I missed with my beak. After succeeding, I tried to fly away with two sandwiches in my talon and one in my beak. Unfortunately, I overestimated the carrying capacity of a small Tallow with an empty stomach.

A yelp of the Umbreon right beneath me pushed me to fly higher; it took all my strength just to reach an altitude where a leaping Umbreon could not reach. The Umbreon beneath me leaped and leaped again, each time snapping his jaw at my talons. After awhile, the Umbreon stopped and settled to watch me struggling to fly in place.

It must have been quite comical from an observer's perspective. A pathetic Tallow trying to fly away with too big of a load and an Umbreon taunting the small bird Pokémon hoping she would drop her goods.

"What's wrong little birdie? Three sandwiches too heavy for ya?" Arios the Umbreon smirked. I would give an equally degrading comeback, but my beak was unfortunately occupied.

Knowing I must swallow my pride if I were to get any food to swallow at all, I unclenched the sandwiches and they landed squarely on the Umbreon's head.

'You want them? Now you have them!' I mentally rebutted and pushed my wings to fly away with the last shred of my dignity and one measly sandwich.

I laid on a grassy plain in my human form digesting my barely filling meal. I flew back after I ate to retrieve my dress and to scout the area for other humans that might have food on them. The young male trainer and his conceit Umbreon were nowhere to be found.

I rubbed my slightly sprained ankle from a funny landing just minutes before. I was feeling quite lightheaded from hunger and despite my better judgment, I decided to Morph again.

This time I took on my favorite form: a sleek, agile, and graceful Ninetales. This form made me feel beautiful, fast, and powerful. Each one of my nine tails swished as I sped down the grassy plain; my bad mood behind me as I ran forward.

I couldn't race along the edge of the forest like how I loved to do every day. My ankle throbbed and I was again seeing sandwiches in the air along with the face of a certain Umbreon taunting me. Though this time, when I cleared my head, the images disappeared.

Dropping my dress in front to me, I panted and shifted my weight so my ankle no longer throbbed. My bad mood caught up with me again as I laid down on the undulating grassy plain to rest while I brooded over my lack of luck.

My head dropped onto my front paws and I drifted partially into unconsciousness. I perked up my ears to listen to those telltale sounds of danger.

The soft sound of approaching paw-steps snapped me into attention. Behind some trees a couple of meters away from me, I could see an emerging black shape that looked strangely like the Umbreon from this morning.

I felt slightly ticked off. Oh by the fire of Ho-oh, snap out of it, I told myself.

A new sound aroused my attention again. A set of human footsteps followed the paw-steps. When I raised my head again, the very same pair from this morning was only a few meters in front of me, looking very real and solid.

"Oh look Arios! It's a Ninetales!" The trainer beamed, full of childlike enthusiasm. The Umbreon nodded toward me in acknowledgment, I felt obliged to greet him back despite our previous encounter that had left bitter feelings in me. Of course, he had no way of knowing I was the very same Tallow that made a swoop for the breakfast.

"She's a unique Ninetales too." The boy piped with a curious tone as he stared into my right eye. I knew he was wondering about its golden coloration; I turned away so he could no longer see it.

All I needed were three things for a Morph: a glimpse of the Pokémon, a touch of its fur, and a sample of its cry. Once I had all three, I could take its form anytime I choose. My Morphs were all perfect, except the coloration of one of my eye. Either in my human form or Pokémon form, my right eye was always the color of butterscotch.

I tensed and rose up to my paws. I knew what was coming next. Arios the Umbreon tensed too as his trainer searched his bag for a certain item. I did not need to see what he pulled out, I was only aware of the fact that I need to win this fight.

Sneaking in an attack first, I lunged at the dark-type creature with a Quick Attack. The Umbreon yelped in surprise as I knocked him off balance. Wasting no time, I let out a powerful Flamethrower.

Parts of the Umbreon's fur were singed. But the Umbreon shook it off and snapped into full attention. He rebutted with a faint attack.

"Arios, Double Team!" The trainer commanded. His Pokémon surrounded me with numerous copies of himself to confuse me. I wasted no time to find the right one; I released a powerful Fire Spin to cover the area.

When the fire died out, a distinctive circle was formed where the grass was burnt away. The Umbreon stood on the perimeter, unharmed.

I huffed, I knew that move was idiotic and wasted much of my energy. Perhaps lack of food made me impatient, but I knew at this rate I would be captured.

I used another Quick Attack to close our distance and delivered a clean blow. But I was slower than usual and the Umbreon easily moved out of the way. Unable to stop myself, I plunged to the ground dealing a hefty amount of damage to myself.

I cursed myself for being so stupid. Unable to find strength to continue battling, I waited for the final blow. Oddly, the trainer halted his Umbreon and knelt next to when I had lain.

I raised my proud head and growled, making a quick snap at his outstretched hand. He retracted just in time to save his fingers.

"You better not try anything," His Umbreon growled protectively, "or I will personally rip out that shiny coat of yours."

I glared at him. I heard his trainer chuckle as he moved a little farther away to give me space.

"It wasn't a fair fight," he explained in a matter-a-fact manner, "You are injured. And it looks like you're not in the best of health too."

I gawked at him as if he were a shiny Pokémon.

"If you would let me," he went on, "I would like to try again, after you're fixed up of course. Would you allow me to take care of you for a while?"

I stared at him in disbelief. Seeing that I wasn't relenting, he spoke again.

"I promise I won't try anything funny." He pledged. His Umbreon murmured about how his owner always keeps his promises.

I still had my doubts. He used his last resort.

"We're having stew tonight, if you're interested."

I was instantly won over. I limped obediently behind him as I imagined the sweet taste of meat in my mouth.

A/N-In chapter 2, we will meet Seph's team. Will our protagonist be captured?

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