Part 1: Amethyst Caldwell, the Pokemon trainer!
“Today’s the day I get that badge!”
“We’ll see about that.”
Green eyes, green shoes, green stripes over his pants which were as red as the scarf he had around his neck, under his fluffy helmet of hair. Burgh enlarged a pokéball in his hand.
“Here’s my first choice.”
He threw the pokéball and from it came his Whirlipede.
I have just the thing for your poisonous bug…
“Time to shine, Narcisa.”
She was wearing her usual outfit: black ballerina-flats, a red bow to keep her hair in place and a knee-length dress, trimmed with a red hem, with a floral pattern and a red sash. Finally, Sky, her Swellow, was on her shoulder.
She pointed her pokéball and Narcisa, her Misdreavus, materialized into the arena.
Burgh smirked, seeing through the plan in her choice.
“Poison-tail,” he ordered.
“Whirl!” The Whirlipede rotated li