6 months later, giggling could be heard far and wide in the forest, It came from a young girl who was chasing around a young bulbasaur. At the roots of the tree they are playing around a Ivysaur is keeping a watchful eye on the two. Just a couple of months ago, that little bulbasaur was still in a egg. The kid had helped hatching and raising it from the moment she gained her trust. The young Bulbasaur and the young child had to be kept safe at all costs.

It had costed Ivysaur too much to keep the egg out of those awful people.

They be hungry by now, Ivysaur looked up, using her razor leaves to cut effortlessly through the apples hanging high above. The apples now falling down and landing in the soft ground of the meadow. She only had to cry out once for both bulbasaur and the young girl to gather.

Together they ate the generous amount of apples. The young girl proceeded to tickle bulbasaur in its sides and the battle was on again.

As the young bulbasaur covered the young girl in leaves minutes later, Ivysaur felt a slight change in the winds. “Ivysaaauuur” the cry suddenly came out a net fell over her head, the iron bolts around the outside nestling itself into the ground. Dark figures and a looming big, but familiar pokemon’s shadow appear at the sides all around the once peaceful meadow.