Hey there people! This is Baker doing a touch up on this wonderful story that I want to have recognized for its awesome plot. The original writer Lanny-Sama did an excellent job! I won't actually add new chapters till all my other stories are finished, but I would love to work on this sometimes, so enjoy the edited version!

Call of the Night

The calls of different bird pokemon filled the air, causing other nocturnal pokemon to scurry about in the dark. Paul stared into the fire and gritted his teeth with frustration. All of his pokemon were huddled together on the opposite side, staring at their master. Most nights were like this while traveling, but Paul didn't care about how they silently gazed at him.

'Stupid pokemon…' he thought with disgust. 'I hate all those vile creatures with their stupid squeals!'

Unfortunately he didn't have to spend any money on repels.

An hour passed, but sleep would not come to him. There was something in the air that kept him on edge. His pokemon were lying around, some of them steadily breathing as if asleep, but Paul knew that most of them were still awake and as alert as he was. Paul sighed and stood up while brushing off the dirt from his clothes.

"Get up you weaklings," he growled.

With a quick kick he knocked his Torterra roughly in the belly, making it roar in pain. The other pokemon lying around him jumped up in surprise.

'Why do I even take these stupid things with me?'

"We're leaving." Paul announced to them as he packed up his gear and started heading down the dark path. He walked on, not looking to see if his pokemon followed him.

'If they're too stupid to follow me they aren't worth my attention.'

He walked on, only being guided by moonlight. The forest was eerily quiet and his pokemon walked unusually close to his legs. His pokemon kept whimpering and shivering because of a mysterious fearful aura. Suddenly Gliscore tripped and bumped into Paul's right leg, causing the teen to snap.

"What is wrong with all of you!?"

The pokemon cringed and looked at the ground in shame of angering their trainer again. Paul just muttered under his breath "worthless thrash..." and called them back inside their pokeballs. He had no need for his pokemon act weak and tremble in his shadow.

He walked on without delay until the path ended at a huge abyss. Leaning over the edge a little, Paul could make out the faint roar of an unknown pokemon below.

"Going on now would just be stupid… walking on the edge of an abyss in the middle of the night... definitely not a smart idea.," Paul grunted in annoyance.

He decided to lay his backpack on the ground and set up his camp again. 'I'll check for a map in the morning' Paul thought as he sat down.

Suddenly a strange crying sound caught his ears.

'Is that a pokemon?' Paul questioned because he knew almost all the cries pokemon could make. This one was completely new, which meant that it was probably rare and powerful. Rare pokemon were strong pokemon, and both of them were welcome in Paul's evergrowing party.

The cry seemed to echo from the abyss right beside him. Building up curiosity, he bent over the edge and squinted towards the dark pit, hoping to catch a glance of something. A flash of milky-pink flashed in the faint light and the cry sounded again with a louder pitch.

'Could it be...? Mew?' he thought as his eyes grew wide.

Paul got to his feet quickly and grabbed a few empty pokeballs before lowering himself onto a small edge. Suddenly the cry died down, and he could hear nothing but the eerie silence again. Paul leaned forward ever so slightly, in an attempt to find the mysterious pokemon once again.

Without any warning, he slipped from the loose dirt ledge. In one hand, Paul desperately tried to hang on to a root in the ground while tightly holding his empty pokeballs in the other hand. Gravity caused the roots to cut deeply in his hand, causing a few threads of blood to crawl down his arm. After a minute, the strain became too much and he let go, plummeting towards the roaring river below. The empty pokeballs his hands were holding started falling beside him.

"Ahhhh!" Paul screamed as he watched the ledge grow farther away from him.

'It can't end like this! It just can't! All that training, the fighting, my brother, my goals... And now I'm just falling to my death?'

His thoughts ended when he crashed into the water, sending many frightened water pokemon flying from where they were sleeping. The impact caused Paul's back to break, and his head slammed against the stones at the bottom of the river. Paul's eyes clouded over as his vision turned black.

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A few kilometers away, Paul's body was washed on the riverbed. A huge slash poured blood from his head, staining his purple hair a sickly color. Paul's black narrowed eyes were filmy and lifeless. The night was as silent as ever, with not even a twig cracking under someone's weight. A small glowing pink figure soared over the river, flying in circles until its small head looked down at the gruesome corpse below.

"Mew! Mew!" It cried as it hovered above Paul's limp body. Realizing that this was the presence it felt earlier, Mew put two and two together.

'This human was probably attempting to catch me…' it thought with sorrow. 'Maybe I can do something to help him…'

Mew closed its eyes in concentration until a small white light hovered between its tiny paws. It steadily grew bigger as Mew hovered over the body and laid it carefully upon Paul's forehead. The light turned a dark purple, and then flashed into a pure white. The small rounds shape began to take form, and Mew nodded silently.

"Good luck."

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Chow! : )