It was sunset on the end of a warm July day. A lone Gallade sat at the top of a wooded hill overlooking the sun setting over the field. In his had he held a small piece of metal. He questioned what it was as he brought it op to look at. A artifact like this left him puzzled, as his kind had yet to understand it as anything more than “Human magic.”

After watching the sun set, the Gallade decided that it would be best to head back to his encampment. As he walked back to his home he clutched his piece of metal in his hand, rubbing his fingers over the grooves on the long part of the metal piece. He soon made it back to his home, a old log cabin that was abandoned years ago. When he made it to the doorway, he moved aside the boards laying over the doorway to act as a makeshift door, and proceeded to enter the cabin.

“I know you are thinking about that thing again.” Said a voice in the Gallade's mind in a rather accusatory tone. He looked up to see a Gardevoir sitting down on a log with a rather cross look on it's face. “I know” said the Gallade telepathically to the Gardevoir sitting next to him. “This thing has been making me wonder about a lot of things. Things like what the humans can accomplish,” the Gallade continued.  “Well you better learn to stop that, I don't want you getting involved with those them.” The Gardevoir said as stern as telepathy as possibly of being. There was silence for about two minuets before the Gardevoir added in, “I can't say everything about them is bad, for example that is how I meet your mother. But that does not mean that they are all good, no...They will want to capture you, make your their slaves, force you to fight others until you drop. And what to they gain from this? I may never know.” The Gallade sulked down onto a bed made of dried out leaves a grass. “That's pretty much what I was thinking as well,” the Gardevoir spoke to him as he too began to lay down in the other straw bed.

As the Gallade lay down to sleep, he felt himself drift off into sleep. He began to dream, but this Is different than his normal set of his erotic fantasies coming to life. But instead this one was as if he was somebody else, a human to be exact. And as he fell more and more asleep, he began to loose consciousnesses as his mind seemingly began to meld with the human in his dream.


(wrote this at 1am don't really know what I am thinking about this so take what you will from it)