Disclaimed: Note that I don't own Pokemon or anything in it.
Just a random thought that poked into my head one morning, and I decided to write it.
Final Flame
I thought… I thought that my life was supposed to be different. That maybe I'd live to be a ripe old age, and have a mate, just like my mother and my mother's mother before me. How wrong I was.
Female Charmander are rare, they're the kind of Pokemon that humans weed out and want. He was one of those kinds of humans. My trainer was a nice boy, if a little… different. He found me in the mess of Pokeballs in that old human's place; he was the one who took care of me for so long.
My flame used to be so… large back then. It used to be admired by many, but most of all by my trainer. He was proud; I could see it in his eyes. Proud to have a Pokemon like me. But now it is only a cinder, failing me as I had failed him.
My trainer would use me in battles all the time, showing me off to the other human. It made me very happy to take the attention off of him. His little problem, at least. They'd always have this strange look on their face, as if I was something that they wanted too. In the battlefield I wasn't as good though, many times my trainer would find me with my face in the dirt. It was all right to him though, it always was. He would always say something like: "It's alright Charm, you did your best."
Charm. That was my name. He called me charm, because he said I was charming. I couldn't even use the attack charm, though.
I helped my trainer through it all, since his little problem didn't make for good walking. He had always been a bit slow… That is, until one day, when it all fell apart. We had reached the big forest place where the bugs live. I was at a complete advantage against the bugs, even the Beedrill. The ones that caused it to happen.
The Beedrill were, understandably, very protective of their young. When one of the little worms cried out for his mother's help, she came, along with a few friends. They left me alone, the fire on my tail warding them off. But my trainer wasn't so lucky. The anger of a motherly bee was seen right in front of my eyes as she and the others used their poison to teach my trainer a lesson. And I couldn't stop them, no matter how much I flamed.
They went too far for him. Perhaps if he had been born all right, he would still be here beside me in this pouring rain. But my trainer fell over that day and wouldn't get up, no matter what I tried to do. I tried, I really did! His breath stopped that day, and would never, ever come back.
It took a long time for a human to find me, crying over my trainer's body. He was the one who told me what happened, and made it all the worse by taking him away. The human had thought that I was wild, he didn't take me too. How I wish that he had.
Cold, hard days have followed with me wandering aimlessly in search of my trainer. I feel that my sanity is failing me; I can still hear my trainer's voice sometimes, telling me to hold on. Hold on to what? There is nothing left on this cold earth for me.
I wanted to see my trainer again, and therewas one last way I knew to do that. I held out my tail to the unforgiving rain and waited. Waited for the end.