Pokemon War

Flying over Fuoconan was perfectly natural to Zage. Seeing the jungles spread for miles and the Pokemon that lived there, looking at the now dormant volcanoes stretch out above the jungles. It was practically routine for Zage when he went out of the region. But something that's new to him was flying through Erimos, even a small chunk of it. Erimos had always been off-limits to him. Even in political matters, it was usually Zire who attended them and after she fell sick, relations with Erimos just dropped. Whenever they had to reach a nation past it, they went around or by sea. They never flew above Erimos because of the sandstorms, but with Flygon Zage was hoping he'd be able to make it through with no incident.

"Flygon just go straight through the sandstorm." Zage commanded. "You sure Zaggy? I can get through the desert just fine but That sandstorm looks vicious, more so than an average sandstorm." Zage stared at the incoming storm. "I'm sure. Full speed ahead!" Flygon sped up, going full force into the sandstorm.

It wasn't hard navigating the desert in the sandstorm. Flygon could barely see, but he found it was a lot like flying in the sky on a windy day. And considering the training both Rogan and Zage had put him through, he was sure he could get through the storm. "You're doing great Flygon just keep flying straight and don't turn anywhere." It was at this moment Zage felt something was wrong. He wasn't sure if it was a change in the atmosphere, or something in his head. "Flygon turn left now!" Zage shouted. "But Zaggy, you said-" "Just turn!" Flygon turned to the left just in time to see a beam fly past, inches away from Flygon's wing.

"What the heck was that?!" Flygon asked Zage. He could make out a couple forms that were on the ground. It looked like a group of Pokemon. "Metagross. The sentries must have seen us." More beams flew into the sky, the sandstorm keeping the Metagross from getting a direct hit. "Flygon get us out of here!" Zage shouted. As soon as Flygon tried to fly forward, he stopped short and found himself unable to move. "We're stuck!" Flygon shouted back. Zage looked down at the Metagross and saw two of them were radiating a blue aura. "They're using Psychic to keep us from moving." Two more Metagross moved into position and fired Two Hyper Beams, getting direct hits on Flygon's wings. "Hang on!" Flygon shouted. The two could be seen being blasted into the distance, going further into Erimos and away from Filima.