Silver through Golden Eyes

Prologue - Chapter II

Meet the Troops

"Bloody hell, bloody hell, bloody hell!" I couldn't believe it. Captured, I had been captured by some girly-man human and an overconfident steel trap with legs! I was even surprised I could move inside my little prison. Apparently the ball had some sort of device that converted my body into some sort of energy, or something. Granted I had no clue HOW it worked, but I didn't really care about that, thinking about the mechanics of my prison cell would only make me more annoyed. Though I doubted I could get more annoyed. Who the hell did this human think he was, anyway? Gah…

I needed a way out, but I highly doubted Pokeballs came complete with doggy-doors. All I could really do was wait until that idiot released me…

That chance came sooner than I had expected, though. It wasn't long before a strange feeling came over me, and I was expelled from my spherical prison in a burst of white light.

It was sunset, apparently, when I was released again, and we were in a completely different part of the forest. Joy, not only had I been captured, now I couldn't even make a break for my tree. After glancing around for a while I crossed my arms in annoyance, plopping down on the ground. The trainer who had enslaved me was trying to start a fire in the background. I really did consider slamming that annoying human's face in the dirt and making a break for it, but a blue paw came to rest on my shoulder before I could.

"Nice fight back there, new guy." The voice was slightly deep, but still young-sounding, and had a friendly tone. I glanced back at the speaker; blue skin, elongated snout, cocky look in his eyes… Yup, just as I thought…

I stood, shaking off Fen's paw and turned to face the croc completely. "Nice fight? Are you just trying to rub in the fact that you won? Or is that actually a genuine compliment?"

"It would be the latter." He held out one of those blue paws, "Call me Fen, we're going to be teammates now, so… may as well start on the right foot."

I raised an eyebrow, "Right…" Ignoring the outstretched paw, I glanced at the blue croc, "Nice to meet you I guess."

He crossed his arms. "You're not wanting to be here are you?"

"What was your first clue, Blue?" I glanced back at the girly-boy, rolling my eyes as he tried yet again to start the damn fire. "Of course I don't wanna be here. I'd rather not be some human's slave."

"Slave? Now that's a pretty harsh term." Fen said, "We're not slaves. Adrian treats us well, and he's not cruel at all."

"What about your freedom, eh?" I asked, turning back to the croc, "What about the freedom to do whatever the hell you want, when you want?" I really didn't care what he thought, I had won my freedom the hard way once before, and I was perfectly happy being a free Treecko. Then this Girly-Boy had come along and complicated things by completely destroying my freedom. What did this croc know anyway?

"I was born into the human world." He replied, "I don't quite know what you mean by freedom, but just give Adrian a chance, you'll come to like it."

"Tch, whatever you say, Blue…"

"Fen." He said, "My name is Fen, come to think of it, you never introduced yourself, what IS your name?"

Damn, I knew the bloody croc would want to know that eventually. Truth is, I hated my name, or, the one that my previous owner had given me. "Your owner gave you your name, right?"

"Uh…yeah, why?"

"Call me what he decides to name me, alright?"

"…Fine, whatever you say…" He paused, and then grinned. "Green."

Another raised eyebrow, "Green?"

"Well, if I'm Blue, then you're Green, it's only fair."

"Ah bloody hell…" I muttered, rolling my eyes. "Touché, Blue, touché…"

He looked like he was about to say something else, but a fire roared to life behind us, I turned around, hoping to maybe see Girly-Boy with his hair on fire, screaming bloody murder as he ran around like a Combusken with his head lopped off. Unfortunately, the blaze was just in the fire-pit, too bad, too…

"Alright you guys, come on over! Food's ready!"

Food. Bloody hell. As much as I despised that Girly-Boy captor of mine, I was starving. Now I'm not some weak little Pidgey who gives in to anything at the promise of a free meal, but with the events of the day before, I was surprised I wasn't already falling over from hunger. So, against my better judgment, I followed Fen over to the fire.

Now, lemme tell you something, being a grass-type, I've never really liked flames. For some reason, however, seeing this girly-boy and his fire didn't scare me as much as it should have. "There you two are." He said, glancing down at Fen and I. "Dinner, is served." Girly-Boy placed a pair of bowls in front of us. 'Dinner' as he put it, consisted of some strange brown pellets. Fen dug in right away, but I wasn't as convinced…

"Is this stuff actually food?" I mumbled, picking up one of the pellets and examining it.

"It is, kid." Another voice came from behind me, this one sounding a bit raspy, like the speaker was rather old. I turned, curious, and almost fell into my 'dinner' in shock.

Bloody hell, it was that Mew-be-damned Pidgeot…

He, surprisingly, seemed to notice my anxiety, and shook his head. "Don't worry, kid. I'm not going to hurt you." He said, "I'm not to happy about that fight, but I guess I am getting on in years. It was an expected loss."

Of course, the bird had to be the old man of the group… I could tell right away he was trying to be nice, but, frankly, I didn't want to return the gesture. I hated birds, and for good reason. "Whatever you say, Pops." I said, rolling my eyes, "Don't be too hard on yourself. It's not your fault you're getting old and decrepit."

"Hah, hah." The bird shook his head. "You've got quite an attitude. I may be old, but I still have some fight in me. It's good to have you aboard."

"Yeah, yeah..." I turned back to the bowl in front of me and snatched up one of the pellets, examining it. Whatever it was, it didn't look that appetizing, but Fen was eating it and hadn't keeled over, so I decided it was safe. It wasn't my first choice for a meal, but I was damn hungry, and, as humans say, 'beggars can't be choosers.' Without further contemplation, I snatched up one of the pellets and popped it into my mouth. To my surprise, it was…well…good… It tasted like a mix of Sitrus and Chesto Berries, with a bit of Pecha thrown in for good measure. It wasn't nearly enough to make me think that being captured was a good thing, but it was a start…

I had just started to really dig in to my food, when Girly-Boy came over and knelt down beside me. "Alright, well, I've figured out a name for you, Treecko." He had this smile on his face that I thought made him look like an idiot. "I'm going to call you Drase, alright?"

I very well couldn't protest. Humans, after all, were about as thick as they come… But I had to admit, the idiot had some taste. Drase… It kinda rolled off the tongue. At the very least, it was a distraction from my old name, that alone made it worthwhile.

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Night fell over the forest soon afterwards, Girly-Boy was nice enough to leave us out of our Pokeballs while he slept. Pops immediately took a position near the human, guarding him…or something. It didn't matter to me, as long as he kept his distance. That left Fen and I as the only two in the little party actually awake. Despite our little pseudo-argument before, I had to admit…the croc didn't seem like too bad a guy. Come to think of it… Girly-Boy wasn't too bad either. He was nothing like my first trainer, that's for sure. I still wasn't sure if I'd actually like this yet, but I figured I'd stick around for a while and see what the hell would happen.

"Hey, Green!" I glanced down from my current perch in a large tree to see Fen below me, looking up. "You got a minute?"

I grumbled for a second before hopping down, stretching as I landed. "Whaddaya want, Blue?"

He sat down at the base of the tree, eyes turning up to the stars. "Just wanted to let you know what we're up against. This isn't some garden-variety wanderlust." He sounded rather serious as he spoke. "We're on a Gym Quest. Adrian is trying to become the champion."

"I figured that." I said, crossing my arms. "I saw his badge case earlier."

"You're more observant than you look, Green." Fen said, nodding. "You're up for the challenge, right?"

That phrase right there caught me. It was as if something snapped in my mind. A challenge; something to test my skill and power… There was no way I could resist now. "I'm always up for a challenge." I said finally. "Bring it on."

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Adrian's Party as of Prolouge II

Fen: Male Totodile - Level 17

Drase: Male Treecko - Level 16

Aetos: Male Pidgeot - Level 37