Aisha had always been a heavy sleeper. Whether it was just her, or because she grew up in a Pokemon Daycare Center filled with excitable Pokemon. So has Pan started to urgently tug on her shoulder, she simply mumbled and rolled back onto her side. It wasn't until the first boulder came crashing down with a thundering blast, that Aisha jolted upright. Adrenaline raced through her veins, instantly evaporating the drowsiness of the slumber.<br/><br/>Panting softly, she quickly looked around in the dark, wondering if it had just been a bad dream, when the sky lit up as an energy beam of some sort roared through the silent night sky. Letting out a shriek of terror, she held her arms over her head, as more and more stones came crashing down on their little make-shift camp. Pan was quick to huddle up against her, and even though the boulders crashing down around her made the entire camp shudder from the heavy impacts, she could still feel him tremble in fright. When the relative silence returned to the camp, Aisha wasted no time and scrambled out of her sleeping bag. Pan raced up to the back of her head, firmly holding onto her hair, while Aisha gathered up her stuff. Sleeping bag and backpack in her hands, she ran into the darkness of the forest, hoping to find shelter beneath the ancient trees.<br/><br/>The word war had long lost any meaning to today's society. It was something you saw in movies and read about in book, whether fictional or historical. But an actual war hadn't been fought for centuries. But as Aisha gazed up through the shuddering canopy at the light show above them, it was the only word that came to mind. She was well aware of the power Pokemon held, but what on earth could possibly generate such power?<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff00ff">"H-hello? Guys?"</span>She called out into the darkness, as bright lights occasionally bathed the area in an unearthly shade. Reaching up, she gently petted Pan across his back, who was holding on so tightly, it felt like he was going to rip out her hair. She had no idea in which direction she had ran, nor did she see any of the others. In fact, she couldn't see anything!<br/><br/>Letting her sleeping bag drop to the ground, she began to rummage through her backpack, trying to find the Pokeball of Charlie. For once it was a good thing that his ball was adorned with so many stickers, since the irregular texture made his easy to identify. Pulling out his Pokeball, there was a momentary bright flash as he materialized in front of her. His tail burned brightly, illuminating the area around him as he stumbled around still sleep drunk. By now the fight had died down, though it didn't make Aisha feel any safer. But while the flame was bright, it was still small, only illuminating the direct vicinity of Charlie's surroundings.<br/><br/>Aisha felt the blood drain from her face as she gazed at a massive boulder, easily the size of a small car, having crushed a tree quite similar to the one she had been hiding under. If one of those had dropped here, she would've been dead in an instant...<br/><br/>Scooping up the still confused Charmander, she hugged the Pokemon against her chest. Sensing his trainer's distress, Charlie didnt protest this time.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"T-they'll... They'll see your tail... They'll come for me... Right?"</span>She whimpered softly, too afraid to move away from her spot. Slumping down against the ancient bark, she'd simply wait till the other would come and get her. The fire would guide them... The fire would lead them here.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>