My name is Apollo the Growlithe
My name is Apollo the Growlithe. I was born a wild Pokémon until one day I was captured by a harsh master. I won't go into much detail about him. When ever I failed to win a battle he would beat me so I could hardly move. All that change when she arrived. She was nine years old at the time only a few weeks away from choosing a starter Pokémon and going on her journey. My master was beating me, yelling at me, telling me how weak I was. Calling me a disgrace. Then a young girl came crashing though the brush and punched my master in the face knocking him off his feet. Next she jumped on him and continued to make his face as bloody as my own. Shouting how does that feel! The next thing I knew she was standing and pulled out a wallet and tossed money at the barely conscious boy at her feet saying "I'm buying the Growlithe."
The girl's name is Karen and I am forever loyal to her. We would run and play together for hours a day. She never did choose a starter Pokémon instead immediately started on her journey a month after her birthday with me by her side. We were a powerful team. It wasn't long until a Venonat joined our team. Next a Vulpix. It was a long time until we met the next member of the team a little Chinchou. We were all given names Vulpix is Vixen, Venonat is called Poison-berry or just Berry. Little Chinchou answers to Honeydew. The five of us traveled together. People would challenge us and more often then not we won. When we did lose Karen would never hurt us, she might yell and scream, then again she did that when we won too, but she would never do anything to hurt us. When we did lose she would make us rest then train us so for the next battle we would be better prepared.
Most of our days were filled with play and exploring the land. At night we would all curl together keeping warm. Only in cities were we in the Pokeballs. Only then was I unable to protect her. Foolish me, I thought the happy days would never end.
It was a regular run to the city. Go to the Mart for supplies, and then the Poke'center to make sure that we were in top condition. Our days of traveling ended that afternoon. I was unable to protect her that day. Oh, I know that I most likely could have done nothing. But the possibility that I might have been able to do something eats at my soul. That was the day my beautiful Karen lost the use of her legs and was forever bound to a wheelchair. That was four years ago. Now Karen is fifteen, and I'm still by her side.
"Apollo, stop." I stopped faithful at my master's side as her wheelchair glided to a halt on the paved road. Cars whizzed by as we looked at the peaceful stream. One vehicle flew through a puddle splashing them both.
I growled as the car made a u-turn. "Hey, Karen, we're having a party by the river. Oh wait, you can't, your chair would get stuck." The boys taunted her and then drove through the puddle again soaking Karen and me. I want to tear them to shreds for insulting her. Karen gently places a calming hand on my tense body. "Leave it be Apollo." Then her wheels whisper as she continues the trek home.
Entering our house we are greeted by our friends. Vixen jumps on to her lap Berry and Honeydew wait at her feet for their greetings. None of us have evolved yet. Vixen I and need a pricey fire stone to do so. Honeydew has no wish to for her evolved state has no legs to walk about on land. Berry just seems to have lost the will to gather the experience required for him to evolve. Each of us seem to only be shadows of out former selves.
Karen pets each of us then goes to change out of her wet clothes then start dinner. This was our life now. A routine of waking up run do chores, eat at meal time get groomed then go to bed. It never seems to change. Karen is no longer the little girl with a fiery spirit that rescued me.
As she heads for bed Karen stops and picks up a book that the others must have knocked over. Flipping through it she starts to cry then she throws it against the wall and heads for bed. Going to investigate I have to swallow the lump that formed in my throat. Pictures of our journey revealed a smiling Karen who no longer existed. That particular place in the photo had taken them hours to hike to. The road was rough and they had had to climb over many obstacles. Berry and Honeydew stayed in their balls because it was too hard on their short legs. The view had been worth it though. Karen snapped pictures all day going though all her film. "Let's come back here one day." she said, "this place is too beautiful not to see again." that camera now sat gathering dust in the bottom of the closet.
Now she would never be able to see it unless she caught a flying Pokémon big enough to carry her. But her days of catching Pokémon were over and I am too small a Growlithe to carry her. I might be able to pull her on a sled or in a wagon but I'd never be able to carry her through that rough terrain. Not as a Growlithe.
going to be at least two more chapters. need to know what you think. suggestion on how to make it better are welcome.
