Chapter 2: A Bond
POV – JAKE
The morning sun was just peeking through the trees, casting a soft glow that felt nice and warm on Jake’s skin. He followed Trixie back to the creek they’d left the night before, the light making the forest look kind of magical. The leaves were dotted with dewdrops that sparkled like tiny jewels, and the sounds of the forest waking up filled the air.
As they walked, Trixie stayed firmly on the ground, avoiding even the lowest branches. She was relatively fast on her feet, but an Emolga that could not glide was not too much different from a Pikachu really, except those wing-like membranes hindered her getting in the way of her movement, so she simply could not be as agile on the ground. She wouldn’t even try to climb trees and navigate via the branchway. It was clear her fear of heights wasn’t just a small thing; it was chronic and if they kept going like this, getting to a town would take forever.
“Alright, stop,” Jake said suddenly, causing Trixie to freeze mid-step. It was a good place to take a break and think.
Jake took a deep breath, looking around at their surroundings – the open space, the nearby creek, the gentle rustle of the trees. It was peaceful, almost serene, and yet his mind was racing with thoughts on how to help Trixie. He knew they couldn't just keep walking; they needed to start addressing her fear here and now.
“Look Trixie, I want to try a few things to see if we can start you flying, ok?”
Trixie responded with a whining "Emol," her body twisting this way and that, in an obvious display of reluctance.
“Come on Trix, if we don’t start working on this now, you’ll never fly, right?”
"Emol, emol!" Trixie gestured at Jake cheekily, as if she was saying, it's no big deal, you can just take care of me for life!
Why did I have to pick this Emolga, Jake thought to himself exasperated. She had a couple of perfectly airborne siblings without this kind of attitude. If only she did not remind him of his sister.
He looked at Trixie with mock sternness. “Listen, young lady, it's time to face a harsh truth. If you keep avoiding flying, you’ll end up as round as a Greedent, especially with the way you've been snacking!”
Trixie gasped in horror, looking down at herself in alarm, imagining a vast belly that could barely lift itself off the ground. The very idea of resembling a Greedent – a Pokémon she found utterly annoying for always stealing her food – seemed to strike a chord.
Jake knelt, bringing himself eye-to-eye with Trixie. "I've got an idea," he said with a reassuring smile. "It won't be overnight. But if all goes well, you could end up soaring higher than any of your kin."
Trixie's ears perked up at his words. She bounced closer to Jake, bright, hopeful eyes lifting to meet his.
"Emol?" she chirped questioningly
Reflecting on his mother's advice about conquering fear, Jake concluded that a gradual, step-by-step approach would be most effective, especially if paired with positive reinforcement. As he mulled over this idea, a sudden spark of inspiration struck him, recalling the countless paper airplanes he had crafted over the years and observing which designs soared the best.
An Emolga was more of a glider than a traditional flyer. Rather than vigorously flapping her wings, she needed to learn how to extend and adjust them to catch the air currents, gain speed, and navigate around obstacles. This train of thought led him to the idea of 'skimming' – a technique perfectly suited to Trixie’s natural abilities and her current comfort level with flying.
"Alright, Trixie, remember how you jumped from one of the highest spots last night? Well, we're not going to do that today," Jake said, trying to sound reassuring. "This time, we're going to start really low to the ground. A nice, easy low-altitude approach, okay?"
As Jake scanned their surroundings, he realised they weren't alone. Various wild Pokémon were scattered around the clearing, some going about their business, while a few curious eyes were fixed on them – or rather, on him. It dawned on Jake that he might be one of the first humans these Pokémon had seen in a long while, given how untouched and natural this part of the forest seemed.
"Hi there!" Jake greeted, waving to a Rookidee perched on a branch, watching them with cool interest. "Do you think you could help us out for a moment?" he asked. The Rookidee, initially startled by the sudden attention, quickly recovered and let out a chirpy "Dee?" before fluttering down towards him, intrigued by the unusual request.
"I want you to demonstrate something for me, so that Trixie here can see what she'll be doing," Jake explained to the Rookidee.
The little bird tilted its head to one side, eyeing Jake curiously. It fluttered its wings and hopped closer, chirping inquisitively, "Dee, dee?" as if to ask, "Sure, but what's in it for me?" There was a cunning glint in its eyes, clearly waiting for Jake to sweeten the deal.
Jake couldn't help but feel slightly amused, negotiating with a Pokémon over berries. After agreeing on a number, he carefully held out his hand, keeping it low to the ground for the Rookidee to hop onto. The sensation of its tiny claws was weirdly cool – not at all like what he’d expected. He half-expected the Rookidee to do what birds back home did in this situation, but thankfully, it seemed Pokémon had better manners.
Jake watched, fascinated, as it glided just above the ground, skilfully navigating the uneven terrain. The way it kept tight to the ground but manoeuvring around roots and stones scattered across the forest floor was almost artful. The Rookidee performed the act relatively slowly, and Jake knew Trixie would be able to pull this off at a much greater pace once she got the hang of it.
"Check this out, Trix," Jake said, pointing at the Rookidee. "It’s not flapping about wildly; just cruising with the air. Looks cool, huh?’
Trixie observed with fascination, intrigued by a concept she hadn’t previously considered. Watching the Rookidee, not typically known for such assistance, helped Jake further understand the unique value a Pokémon trainer could offer to wild Pokémon. This blend of innate ability and strategic guidance opened up possibilities for Pokémon that they would rarely explore on their own in the wild.
With a mock grimace, Jake grumbled wryly, "Talk about daylight robbery," as he handed over five Oran berries. The Rookidee accepted them with a sort of prim air and then flew off, leaving Jake half-amused at its shrewdness.
"Alright, Trixie, your turn now. Let's give it a go," Jake encouraged.
Trixie responded with a determined "Emol," her earlier reluctance now replaced by a newfound resolve. She cautiously approached Jake and perched on his outstretched hands. Unlike the Rookidee's light, precise touch, Trixie's fur felt soft and fluffy, warm and comforting. Jake could feel the gentle thrum of Trixie's tiny heartbeat against his palms, the rhythm quickening slightly as he carefully raised her off the ground. Remaining in his kneeling position, he gently lifted her, bringing her to hover just about half a foot above the forest floor.
As she settled in, preparing for her attempt, Jake looked into her eyes, sensing both her anxiety and eagerness to try. With an encouraging nod, he said, "You can do this, Trixie. I believe in you."
POV – TRIXIE
Trixie braced herself, taking in Jake's guidance with a deep, steadying breath. His words echoed in her mind, a mantra to focus on: "Remember, it's not about how high you go, but just about feeling the glide. Just jump and spread those wings. Let the air do the rest."
Nervously, she nodded, drawing comfort from Jake's steady, reassuring presence. This was her moment – the leap that would redefine her. It would be the beginning of the legend where she soared above her fears. A sense of pride swelled within her at the thought of what she was about to accomplish.
Summoning all her courage, Trixie made her leap. For a glorious moment, she felt the exhilarating rush of cool air against her fur, the world around her appearing to move in slow motion. But then reality, along with gravity, abruptly caught up with her. "Hang on... this isn’t right."
Thud. Darkness took her.
POV – JAKE
Jake couldn’t help but look on with amusement as Trixie flailed comically in the air, her head stuck in the mud. He let out a sigh of mixed frustration and amusement, then reached down to gently grasp her legs and carefully pull her out of the muddy predicament.
As he turned her around, Jake was greeted by the sight of her adorable face, now completely smeared with mud. He suppressed a soft snort, trying hard not to laugh at the "mudmolga" in his hands. Carrying her to the river’s edge, he gently splashed water on her face to clean off the mud.
“Maybe if we keep at it, you'll end up learning Dig instead,” Jake joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Trixie let out a disheartened “Emol, mol…” her spirit dampened by the failed attempt.
Seeing her upset, Jake’s amusement turned to concern. He mentally kicked himself for his insensitivity and wrapped Trixie in a comforting hug. “I’m sorry, Trixie. It’s alright, we just need a bit more practice, that's all.”
Trixie responded with a forlorn “Emol, emol,” wings drooping as she gestured downward, as if saying, ‘At this rate, I’ll never learn.’
With a tone brimming with encouragement, Jake replied, "Hey, there's no need to talk like that. You just need to remember to spread your wings, that's all. We'll keep working on it until you can glide, even if it's just for a short distance. I believe in you, Trixie. You can do it!"
“Emol, emol!" Trixie chirped, flapping her wings, ears perking up, powering up once again.
After her fall, Jake offered Trixie a berry, hoping to lift her spirits. Together, they made their way back to the clearing, the site of their ongoing challenge.
Once there, Jake gently lifted Trixie, cradling her small form in his hands with tender care. “This time,” he advised calmly, “extend your wings before you leap. Allow the air to support you.” His voice was a steady beacon of reassurance. “Focus on gliding, without worrying about direction for now.”
Trixie gazed up at him, her eyes a swirl of fear and determination. With a firm nod, signalling her readiness, she inhaled deeply. Gracefully, she spread her wings wide, the bright yellow membranes edged with soft fur. The sunlight caught her wings, highlighting the vibrant colour against the sky. Jake could sense the tension in her body as she braced for the leap.
Then, in a swift, decisive movement, Trixie pushed off from the safety of Jake’s hands. Time seemed to stretch, elongating the moment. Jake watched, his breath caught in his throat, as Trixie’s initial wobble in the air gave way to a semblance of control. Despite her unsteady start, she managed to harness a gentle air current. For a few precious seconds, she glided—her flight slightly clumsy and her trajectory unpredictable, but it was a genuine glide.
The moment of triumph, however, was fleeting. Trixie’s glide quickly turned into a descent, ending in a graceless landing that sent a puff of dust into the air. Jake’s heart twinged with empathetic pain, yet he couldn’t suppress a surge of delight. She had indeed fallen, but more importantly, she had flown, if only briefly. “That’s progress,” he reassured himself.
Quickly, Jake approached Trixie, who was dusting herself off. “Did you feel that? You were so close,” he encouraged, his voice filled with excitement. “Let’s give it another try.”
“Emol!” Trixie agreed, rubbing her head.
As the morning sun climbed higher, casting golden rays through the leafy canopy, Jake and Trixie settled into a rhythm of perseverance and patience. They dedicated themselves to the task at hand: mastering the art of gliding. Each attempt, each leap from Jake’s hands, saw Trixie’s confidence inch a little higher, her glides growing steadier and more assured. The forest clearing, dappled with sunlight and shadows, became their arena of determined effort.
As Jake watched Trixie exert herself, he recognised the signs of fatigue setting in, but he also saw the bigger picture. This exercise was about more than just learning to glide; it was about building endurance. Each effort, each strain of her wings, was a muscle being steadily strengthened. He knew that by continuing these sessions, Trixie would not only enhance her ability to sustain longer flights but also prepare for the intense, rapid-fire nature of Pokémon battles.
After their intense morning session, Jake thought it best to take a break, using the opportunity to meander down the creek. He also had his eye out for a more challenging training ground, somewhere with identifiable obstacles to up their game.
Scooping up Trixie, Jake offered her a berry and placed her comfortably on his shoulder. “You've earned first-class seating on the Jake Express,” he quipped with a grin.
Trixie nibbled on the berry, then looked at Jake with a playful glint in her eyes. "Emol, emol!" she chirped, which Jake interpreted as her cheeky way of asking for in-flight entertainment.
"Ah, demanding passenger, huh?" Jake retorted. "Unfortunately, our in-flight movie system is down. You'll have to settle for my company instead."
Trixie responded with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, a comical gesture that made Jake chuckle. "Emolga, emol!" she exclaimed, which Jake took as a jab at his ego.
"Ouch, tough crowd," Jake said, feigning a wounded heart. "Here I am, your dedicated pilot, and all I get is sass."
Trixie let out a series of chirps that sounded just like laughter, wings fluttering with joy. She gave Jake's cheek a playful lick in thanks, and as they walked along, their banter flowed effortlessly. Every so often, she'd nuzzle up to him, and to his surprise, it was actually kind of nice—like an unexpected tickle he didn't mind at all.
Jake laughed, realising that with Trixie, what you see is exactly what you get—an adorable bundle of pure energy, all wrapped up in a cheeky grin and a glint of mischief.
As they moved on, he noticed the creek slowly widening, its banks spreading out more than before. The trees around them weren't as tall now, their towering forms giving way to smaller, thinner shapes. The ground underfoot turned marshy, the damp earth squelching beneath his trainers, with mud clinging stubbornly to each step.
The Pokémon presence remained strong and diverse. Rookidee and Pidove darted through the skies, their wings slicing through the air with swift, agile movements. On the branches above, plump Skwovet and Greedent were a common sight, voraciously munching on chestnuts and berries. Jake felt a small tremor of disgust from Trixie at the sight of these Pokémon, her body tensing slightly on his shoulder.
Amongst the more peculiar Pokémon were Applin and Cherubi, hanging almost ornamentally from the nearby bushes and trees. Their presence lent an almost surreal quality to the landscape, like a living, breathing fairy tales. Jake, however, found himself turning his gaze away whenever a more predatory Pokémon approached to snatch a bite from one of these living delicacies. It was a natural part of the Pokémon world, but it still stirred a sense of discomfort within him.
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By mid-afternoon, Jake discovered a spot that appeared ideal for Trixie's training. It was an eclectic mix of the marshy land they'd been navigating and a deciduous setting, rich with varied natural elements. The ground, a blend of soft, damp soil and firmer patches covered in fallen leaves, offered a forgiving surface for Trixie's landings, yet was stable enough for Jake to oversee her practice.
The area was dotted with rocks of various shapes and sizes, creating natural launch points for Trixie’s gliding. Between these rocks were gaps that would challenge her precision and agility. Overhead, a canopy of low-hanging, gnarled branches interspersed with convenient gaps formed an aerial obstacle course. Additionally, tree roots crisscrossed the ground, adding further complexity to their natural training ground.
"Alright, Trixie, we're going to set up camp here for a bit, and yeah, it might take us a few days," Jake explained to Trixie, who was perched comfortably on his shoulder, her small weight now familiar and reassuring.
Jake felt a twinge of impatience to reach a town, to find a way back home, but he knew that haste wasn't the answer. Deep down, he understood that to encounter legendary Pokémon like the Creation Trio in Sinnoh, he needed more than just luck; he needed a robust and reliable Pokémon team. Building such a team meant taking the time to train and strengthen each member, starting with Trixie. It wasn’t just about battling; it was about forging bonds, understanding each Pokémon's unique abilities, and learning how to work together.
As Jake began to set up a makeshift camp for himself and Trixie, a simple mantra played over in his mind: compartmentalise. He was in a foreign world, an almost overwhelming circumstance, yet he was managing, step by step. And now, he had Trixie, an adorable and trusted partner by his side. Sure, she had her weaknesses, but the progress they'd made was undeniable. She had started gliding, and now it was just about gradually increasing her confidence with height. Before long, he was certain, she’d be flying quicker and more ably than any of her kind.
Using the natural resources around him, Jake got to work. With no camping tools at his disposal, he relied on the environment. He gathered a pile of dry leaves and soft moss to create a cozy, cushioned area for them to rest. For a fire, he collected fallen branches and twigs, arranging them carefully in a small clearing. He knew they would need the fire for warmth and light as the evening drew in.
Jake put the final touches on the makeshift bed of leaves and moss, then glanced over at Trixie, who was perched on a nearby rock, watching him with keen interest.
"Your help was invaluable, as always," he remarked with no small hint of sarcasm.
"Emol, emol," she replied, as if to say, 'Naturally, I was supervising. Someone has to make sure you get it right.'
Jake raised an eyebrow, a playful grin spreading across his face. "So, did my efforts pass the high standards of Her Majesty?"
"Emol," Trixie chirped back, her tone suggesting, 'Just about.'
Jake leaned in, pretending to be serious. "I'm all ears if you've got any tips for improvement. Or would you rather take a more... hands-on role in your service?"
Without warning, he scooped Trixie up, launching into a tickle fight. Laughter and chirps filled the air as they playfully tussled, ending up breathless and joyfully dishevelled.
"Alright, time to get back to training," Jake announced, met with an eager nod from Trixie. He led her to the start of their natural obstacle course—a gnarled branch at chest height, just right for Trixie’s take-offs. The soft ground below made for safe, low-impact landings.
"You've nailed gliding; now we need to focus on speed, control, and landing," Jake explained. "Skimming’s the next step. It's all about staying close to the ground and building up from there."
In the days that followed, their training ramped up. Every morning, Trixie perched on the branch before launching into a low glide, skimming mere inches above the ground. Jake kept pace beside her, calling out encouragement. "Keep it steady, you're doing brilliantly!" he’d shout, watching as her wings held firm, maintaining a consistent altitude.
With each flight, Trixie's endurance noticeably improved. She’d start with short bursts, gradually increasing the distance each day. "Your wings are getting stronger; I can see it!" Jake observed, noting how she pushed through longer stretches of the course.
Her control and precision sharpened with each run. Jake added a series of small obstacles—rocks and low branches—challenging her to weave through them. Her agility grew, weaving through the barriers with quick, accurate movements.
During a break, Jake commented, "You're picking this up faster than I expected." Trixie chirped back, "Emol, emolga," as if to say, "Obviously!"
With each session, Trixie's confidence in her flight mechanics soared. She became proficient at take-offs, gliding, and smooth landings. To push her skills further, Jake set up makeshift challenges to sharpen her spatial awareness, crucial for more complex terrains at higher altitudes. Trixie even discovered a clever trick—releasing small electric shocks toward the ground as she moved allowed her to swiftly change direction, adding a new twist to her aerial manoeuvres.
One of the biggest changes was Trixie's growing confidence with heights. As her skimming skills improved, her fear gradually faded, setting her up for those eventual high-altitude flights ahead.
Jake also worked on her landing techniques, cheering her on with every successful attempt. "No more face planting in the dirt, eh?" he'd tease, clapping as she beamed with pride.
But training wasn't without its hiccups. Trixie had her share of crashes—colliding with obstacles, botching landings, and sometimes freezing mid-air. Yet, with Jake's unwavering support and clever strategies, and Trixie's own determination and eagerness to learn, they began to see real progress.
After days of intense practice, Jake had something special in mind for a bright, early morning—the grand finale, an ultimate test of Trixie's skills. As he surveyed their training ground, a mischievous glint flickered in his eyes. He had been secretly plotting something for this very moment, something he proudly called the "Course Extraordinaire."
"Are you ready?" Jake asked, his voice dripping with theatrical flair. "For I have devised a cunning plan."
Trixie, perched at the starting point, chirped back with an enthusiastic, "Emol, emol!"
"Behold," Jake announced grandly, sweeping his arm across the landscape, "the most daring, the most challenging, the absolutely, positively, unquestionably incredible obstacle course known to Pokémon and humans alike!"
Trixie tilted her head, clapping her paws in amusement, with a hint of scepticism in her eyes. "Emol?" she seemed to ask, wondering if he was actually serious.
"Yes, my dear lady," Jake continued, pausing for effect, "this course will test your might, your wit, your agility, and your electrifying skills. Only the bravest of the brave, the fleetest of the fleet, dare to embark on such a perilous journey!"
With a playful roll of her eyes, Trixie chuckled at Jake's over-the-top performance, letting out a soft "Emol, emolga."
Jake grinned, then softened his tone to something more sincere. "But seriously, I know you can do this. You’ve come so far, Trix. Just remember what we’ve practised, and you’ll be amazing out there."
With a confident "Emol!" Trixie readied herself, her wings fluttering with anticipation. She glanced back at Jake, who gave her an encouraging nod.
POV - TRIXIE
With a deep, steadying breath, Trixie perched herself at the edge of the gnarled branch, which marked the beginning of the obstacle course. Her heart beat a rapid rhythm, bubbling with excitement. She focused, honing in as Jake’s words echoed in her ears.
“Ready!” Trixie set her resolve. The world seemed to pause for a moment, every detail becoming sharp and clear in her keen Emolga eyes.
“Set!” Trixie bent her small legs, preparing for the leap. She flexed her membrane-like wings, drawing in another deep breath, this time remembering Jake’s advice to calm her mind.
“Go!” At the sound of Jake’s call, Trixie propelled herself off the branch, descending rapidly toward the ground. She extended her wings at the last possible moment, catching the air beneath her and lifting her body.
As she skimmed just inches above the ground, the world transformed. Every leaf, every blade of grass, became a streak of vibrant green, rushing by in a verdant blur. The scents of the forest were heightened—the earthy aroma of damp soil, the tangy smell of wild berries, the subtle fragrance of blooming flowers.
The wind rushed under her wings, thrilling her with its speed. "Faster, smoother, sharper," she urged herself, feeling the thrill in every twist and turn. She dipped and swerved with a natural grace, aiming for the first berry on a rock.
With a swift flick, she snagged it and, in one fluid motion, tossed it toward Jake, who was racing alongside with a hollow log to catch the berries. It was a seamless dance of teamwork, both of them moving in sync.
Her confidence soared as she continued through the course. Weaving under branches, over rocks, and through natural hollows, she moved to an inner rhythm. The wooden Skwovet models scattered about were no match for her—she darted around them like they were nothing, her movements precise and quick.
The sheer intensity of the glide was intoxicating. Each sharp turn, every nimble move, made her feel more alive than ever. This is actually fun! she realised, a bit startled by the thought. She'd never expected flying to be this enjoyable. Jake had been clever, turning it into a game, helping her overcome her fears with laughter and encouragement. Maybe he's not as much of an idiot as I thought, she admitted, a playful smirk crossing her mind.
While keeping her rapid pace, Trixie adjusted her wings to gain altitude, eyes locked on the wooden Skwovet perched on a branch. Just as she prepared her next move, Jake's voice cut through the rush. "Thundershock!" he commanded. Instantly, a primal, instinctual force activated within her, her focus sharpening, body reacting. Electricity crackled through her in a satisfying surge. She unleashed the shock at the imitation Skwovet—Take that, fat rat!
With the momentum from the shock, Trixie whipped into a dive, cutting through the rugged terrain below like a dart, skimming the ground at breakneck speed. The world blurred around her, a thrilling mix of speed, skill, and power.
“Trixie, Quick Attack!” Jake's voice rang out with urgency. Once more, a primal instinct surged within her as she approached a particularly large stone. Her surroundings became a blur, her body emanating a vibrant glow. Propelled by an innate force, she accelerated at a breathtaking pace, swiftly manoeuvring up and down the other side of the rock with effortless agility.
Trixie was nearing the final stretch now, feeling the muscle burn as she kept her wings steady. The world around her was a whirl of green and brown, yet in her heightened state, she absorbed every detail with crystal clarity, hugging the earth's contours. Ahead loomed the large tree, marking the end of the course. Jake had outdone himself this time, setting up what appeared to be a Greedent model. "Quite the craftsman," Trixie mused, momentarily impressed by the model’s detail.
But there was no time to linger on thoughts. With the finish line in sight, Trixie pushed herself harder. Determined to make a grand finale, Trixie focused her energy, aiming to deliver her most powerful shock to the model. In the background, she faintly registered Jake's voice, a note of confusion in his words.
“Huh, I thought I had left a bunch of berries there.”
But it was too late to change course. As she unleashed her electric assault, she realised, to her astonishment, that it wasn't a model at all – but a real Greedent! Stunned by the sudden zap, the monster squirrel’s cheeks, comically stuffed with berries, involuntarily expelled their contents. Berries flew in all directions, almost in slow motion, as the startled creature was unceremoniously knocked off its perch. With a heavy thud, the Greedent landed in the bushes below.
Trixie gracefully landed on the branch, now vacated by the dislodged Greedent.
“Oops!” Trixie thought.
An awkward silence hung in the air before Jake and Trixie locked eyes... and then they both helplessly burst into laughter.
"Trix, you were brilliant right through to the end!" Jake exclaimed, arms outstretched. Trixie, delighted, launched herself off the branch. She playfully circled around his head, showing off her newfound agility, before landing in his welcoming arms for a hug.
"I had so much fun. Thank you, thank you!" Trixie chirped at Jake, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. Though the specifics of her words were beyond him, Jake understood her gratitude clearly—her eyes sparkling with joy.
"You seem to have a new favourite trick up your sleeve," Jake remarked with a grin, looking fondly at Trixie.
"Absolutely, and there's more where that came from!" she responded, proud of herself.
Their cheerful banter was abruptly interrupted by a series of aggressive rustles emanating from the bush where the Greedent had landed. The mood shifted instantly. Trixie and Jake turned simultaneously; their playful expressions replaced by ones of alertness.
Suddenly, the enormous squirrel burst out of the bush, its eyes locked on Trixie and Jake. The creature looked far from pleased.
POV - JAKE
Jake's eyes widened, taking in the scene with a surprise and a quick mental calculation. "Well, that escalated quickly." This was it—his first real Pokémon battle. "Hope those training sessions pay off now," he mused, half-excited, half-anxious.
He glanced at Trixie, who had perched on his shoulder, ready to launch. Her expression was a blend of revulsion and determination. "She's got a score to settle with this overgrown squirrel," Jake noted, a smirk playing on his lips despite the seriousness of the situation.
Trixie, her gaze locked intently on the Greedent, seemed to radiate a fierce readiness for battle. It was clear she wasn't just prepared—she was eager to face off against one of her least favourite foes.
"Alright, Trixie, let's show this Greedent what we're made of," Jake said, stepping back to give her room. "Remember, use your speed and agility. We've got this!"
"Emol!" Trixie's cry rang out, full of determination.
To Jake's surprise, the Greedent was quicker off the mark than he had anticipated. It spat out what was unmistakably a Spit Up attack, a chestnut hurtling from its mouth at an alarming speed.
Trixie, ever agile, leaped off Jake's shoulder in a swift dodge. Jake's eyes tracked the incoming projectile, and he had only a split second to react. "Not getting knocked out again," he thought, hastily contorting his body into what could only be described as a clumsy imitation of the Matrix move. The chestnut whizzed past, barely missing his face, as he awkwardly landed on his backside.
From his somewhat less dignified position on the ground, Jake quickly regained his focus. "Trix, Quick Attack, then Nuzzle!" he called out with urgency and excitement. Over the few days prior, Jake had spent some time experimenting to see exactly what moves Trixie knew, living up to his reputation as a walking, talking Pokédex. Sure, some might have said Jake loved Pokémon a little too much—his friends had always joked that he might actually wanna be the best, like no one ever was—but his obsession was sure paying off now. More fool them.
Trixie was already in motion, skimming just inches above the ground. She seemed to become one with the air currents, agility unmatched. Gathering a surge of white energy around her, she darted toward the Greedent with blinding speed, blurring as she closed in on her target.
At the last moment, she collided with the Greedent's belly, a burst of white energy exploding on impact. Her cheeks sparked with electric power, and she released a jolt of energy as she executed the Nuzzle. The Greedent shuddered under the electrifying assault, slowing noticeably as the paralysis set in.
"Nice one, Trix!" Jake shouted, a grin breaking out despite the tension. He quickly got to his feet, ready to keep up with the fast-paced battle.
"Alright, Trixie, circle around, keep moving!" Jake's instructions came rapid-fire now, his mind working overtime. Trixie, understanding the plan, kept her pace swift and unpredictable, skimming around the Greedent, who struggled to keep up with her speed.
The Greedent, though noticeably slower, wasn’t ready to call it quits just yet. Determination blazed in its eyes as it geared up for another attack. But Trixie, ever the nimble one, was already darting away, dodging with a grace that made it look almost too easy.
“This is turning into a bit of a mismatch,” Jake thought with a wry smirk. Watching Trixie’s elegant skimming against the Greedent's clumsy attempts was like comparing a jet to a tricycle. Her advantage over the land-bound creature was stark—her ability to skim close to the ground allowed her to weave through the terrain with an agility the Greedent simply couldn’t hope to match.
"Thunder Shock, now!" Jake called out, seizing the moment. Trixie responded instantly, her body crackling with electric energy as she unleashed a bolt of lightning toward the Greedent.
The Greedent, not exactly known for its agility even on the best of days, was now utterly immobile—a sitting duck for Trixie's electrifying move. The full force of the Thunder Shock struck it squarely, causing its eyes to bulge with shock. With a dramatic wobble, the oversized squirrel keeled over, face-planting into the ground with a resounding thud. As it lay there, berries began popping out of its mouth—one, two, three—until a veritable stream of assorted fruits spilled out. "Greedent by name, Greedent by nature," Jake mused with a chuckle, watching the spectacle.
Trixie, basking in her victory, perched triumphantly atop the defeated Greedent's head. Her paws were raised theatrically, as though she were soaking in the applause from an imaginary adoring crowd.
Jake couldn't help but smile at her. "Don't let it go to your head, Trix," he called out, "Remember, pride cometh the fall!"
Trixie turned towards him with playful defiance and pride. "Emol, emol!" she chirped, which Jake interpreted as, "I can't hear you over the sound of my awesomeness!"
Shaking his head with amusement, Jake walked over to her. "You did great, Trix," he said, his tone softening. "Couldn't have done it without you."
Trixie hopped off the Greedent and scampered up Jake's arm, nuzzling his cheek affectionately. Her little paws hugging him gently, and her tail waggled in contentment.
Basking in the glow of their victory, Jake gently stroked Trixie’s soft fur. He then shifted his attention to the Greedent, still sprawled out unconscious on the ground. Reaching into his pocketed stash, he retrieved a cheri berry and carefully nudged the Pokémon awake. Holding out the berry, he offered it as a remedy for the paralysis. "Sorry about the mix-up, buddy," he said softly, his tone imbued with genuine apology.
With a chirped "Greed," the Pokémon accepted the berry, its demeanour swiftly changing from dazed to delighted, forgiveness easily bought with food. The Greedent scampered off into the underbrush, disappearing into the foliage.
Having tended to the Greedent, Jake turned back to Trixie with a grin. “I’d say you passed the test with literal flying colours!” he exclaimed.
"Emol!" Trixie responded, her tone brimming with pride. She leaped off his shoulder, performing an impressive flip in mid-air before gracefully circling back to her preferred spot.
“Now, for your reward... let’s have a drumroll, please,” Jake teased, prompting Trixie to play along by rhythmically tapping on his shoulder.
Jake put on a thoughtful face, his expression a blend of mock seriousness and playful mischief. "So, what should your grand reward be?" he mused aloud. "How about a luxurious spa day for one Emolga, complete with a twig massage and leaf fan service?"
Trixie let out a series of chirps that sounded suspiciously like laughter, entertained by his absurd ideas.
“Or, given my current lack of resources," Jake continued, grinning, "how about the priceless gift of... absolutely nothing right now?" He chuckled at his own joke. "But I promise, once we reach the next town, we'll find something a bit more tangible."
"Emol, emol," Trixie playfully nipped at his ear, as if to say, "I'll hold you to that!" Jake responded with a gentle tickle, sending her into a flutter of giggles and spins.
Catching his breath, Jake finally said, “Alright, Trix, let's pack up and get moving. Next stop: the town, and maybe we'll find some real rewards there.”
With an agreeing "Emol," Trixie hopped down, eager to assist. Together, they quickly gathered their sparse belongings, standing ready to begin the next leg of their journey. As they prepared to leave, Jake paused, taking a moment to reflect.
He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for having met Trixie. She wasn't just cute—she was a bright spark in this unfamiliar world, a companion who had brought joy and comfort when he needed it most. Trixie had not only overcome her fear of heights but had grown into a trusted and devoted partner. "I couldn't have asked for a better companion," he thought, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. With Trixie by his side, Jake felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.