The two I would be sharing this yard with were both much bigger and much older than I. They were also both male, though the importance of that fact had not yet registered to me. Neither of them seemed to be capable of relaxing. Machamp was furiously attacking the air, launching swift series of jabs with his lower set of arms, while blocking unseen blows with the upper pair. Rhydon was drilling holes in the air with his rotating horn, the ground shaking slightly every time he set his foot down. I, on the other hand, was perfectly content doing nothing, just enjoying the fresh air and sunlight.
A few days later, both of the guys had calmed down some… well, actually, they had just gotten tired of fighting the thin air. It got increasingly obvious that the inactivity was getting to them, but I didn’t care. Communication between us had been on a bare minimum, since they obviously considered themselves to be much better than me. And who were I to argue? Although I had spend some time out of my egg, I had seen nothing of the world, never fought a battle, and I was still only lvl. 5. They hardly noticed me. Until… it was the evening of our third day together. I was thirsty, and went to the pond to get something to drink. I bent forward and lapped up some water, but felt strangely like being watched. I quickly got up, and turned around. A ways behind me, Machamp was sitting starring at me with an expressionless face. Then I noticed...