Imagine hearing rumors of a rare pokemon when you stop in a small remote town to pick up some supplies for your journey. Your interest is immediately piqued by this, and you start to ask around. You find out after a bit of asking that the Pokemon is a Vaporeon, which although is not something especially rare, this one is special. Not only is it shiny, but it's completely wild. How a wild Pokemon obtained a water stone is a mystery to all those who have heard the rumor.

Intrigued, you decide you're going to try and catch this Vaporeon. Over the next few days, you camp near where it has been spotted. You're almost convinced you aren't going to find it, when on your last night, you catch a glint of purple in the moonlight by the riverside.

Deciding you aren't going to take any chances with this Pokemon, you quietly remove your one and only master ball from your bag. Lowering yourself to the ground, you inch through the undergrowth towards the riverside, eyes locked on the Vaporeon. Once you're close enough to guarantee a good throw, without any hesitation you toss the ball at the Pokemon.

The purple ball bounces off the Vaporeon's back, and its fur bristles. It drops the fish it had been eating onto the rock, beady eyes meeting yours. At first, nothing happens, and anger starts to swell at the waste of your masterball.

Then, something flashes in the Vaporeon's eyes, and an odd dizziness washes over you. The confusion knocks all the thoughts right out of you, your eyes glazing over as you stare into the river where the Vaporeon was moments ago.

As you try to collect your thoughts, you feel almost drawn towards the river, and you accept this, like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Your body feels odd, joints aching, but you barely notice as you sit up from the grass. A branch from the brush whacks against your ear, and you hit it away with a paw.

A paw? It's only then that your thought process snaps back to you, and you glance down just in time to see purple fur itching its way up the remainder of your upper arm- well, leg now. Somehow, this realization doesn't fill you with a panic, and you can only watch in fascination as the same happens with your legs.

You raise your snout toward the night sky, sniffing the air. The smell of the forest around you and the river nearby feels even sharper than before. The river once again calls to you, and you pad towards it. Your newly formed tail flicks behind you, and you wind back, preparing to jump in. Only, something bounces off your back.

You blink, and turn just to see a human standing there. You. Well, what you used to look like. You barely have time to process this before a light enshrouds you, and you are pulled into the pokeball

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This was a quick writing exercise! Please let me know what you think!