This is a preview for a story. If you're looking forwards to it, too bad: this'll only be started after Jasmine's Story is finished. Either way, Happy Reading!

*CRACK* Another thunderclap sounded outside, filling the lowest level of Mt. Coronet with its booming roar. The Zubat inhabiting the cavern screeched and began to stir, while near the exit, a young Pokémon cowered. While many Pokémon would think of Gallade as noble, fierce, and brave, this one was, by all accounts, weak, wimpy, and cowardly. He sobbed to himself, curled up, with his knees held up to his head, waiting for the storm to pass. Most of all, he hoped no one could see him as they passed, not knowing what fate had in store.

Along the path came a Pichu, running as fast as she could. She was taking shelter from the storm, and trying to get past the horde of Zubat. She made multiple squeaking cries as she dashed past, diving into a hole in the cavern wall with a quick movement. She heard the screeching pass, and took a sigh of relief. "Thank...goodness..." she heaved, catching her breath.

The Gallade saw the Pichu, and held his breath, hoping to mask his presence. However, this only alerted the Pichu, who took off the gold band around her forehead. "Wh-who's there," she asked shakily. "I have a weapon, I'll use it!" "N-no one...it's just me," he responded.

"Wait, who are you?" The Gallade let his legs down, showing the crimson red head, chest, and arms he was hiding, as well as the back plume, and reddish-pink eyes and horns that made up his figure.

"I...I'm Gawain."