Perdente

Cheren was having a perfectly normal day, on the outskirts of Unova's forest. He had evaded capture by the new pokemon regime in a fairly convenient way: money. He had built his vacation home years ago, his normal-types pitching in, until they all escaped. He had enough food, water, and power from solar panels to last him almost forever, considering all of their renewability. However, what he didn't know, was that his formerly secret spot had finally been found by a different normal type, one he had never trained, and had no intention of being trained by him. Quite the opposite, in fact. He flinched and shook, as monsterous footsteps shook the ground, growing louder and louder...