I was walking again. It has been a year since I left. I sometimes remember my trainer's parents, what they must think now that I am gone. Probably not much, as they had only known me for a week. Neither would my friends… no… my trainer's pokemon. No longer are they friends, they disowned me long ago. They probably never forgave me for what I did. Even Erebus, my mentor, like an adoptive father for me. He yelled at me, and blamed me for everything. I cried. He was the only person that I thought loved me. No, even when I was young, I was an outcast. Of course my trainer loved me, but…
I passed by the same tree I had passed ten times tonight. I noticed this, and took a sharp right. I cannot atone for my actions if I stay in the same area. My paws slapped on the wet ground, they sloshed in the mud until the fur was stained brown. I had to keep walking, no matter what. About ten minutes later I heard voices, then dove into the bushes. After getting ahold of myself, I realized the voices were stationary, but one of them was gradually growing louder.
I decided to stay hidden, but approach the two humans with caution. Thinking about this, I noticed how much I had matured over the year. My dialect had improved, and my entire personality had received an overhaul. Gone was the light-hearted, fun-loving Eevee, enter the dark, serious Umbreon. I hope that one day I may return to that, but living alone teaches you otherwise. The first step is to atone for my guilt. Then I may return to my team, should they take me.
I reached a clearing, where a man in a weird uniform was hassling a kid wearing a beret. I stood by and watched the scene happen, I didn't want to get in the way, or worse. My necklace shone in the dark of night, I attempted to cover it with my paws, to little success. It was responsible for my special fur pattern, a star on my lower neck and rings around my ankles, but at the moment it wasn't helping.
"Kid, I really don't want to hurt you, so just give me your Turtwig and we can call it a day." The man in the strange uniform grabbed the kid by the shoulder.
"No! I just got him from Professor Rowan! I promised that I would take care of him!" The kid was struggling in his arms. The man sighed and pulled out a .45 caliber pistol, which he promptly pointed at the boy.
"Listen shrimp, we have two options here. Either you give me Turtwig, and I leave, or I can shoot you, take your Turtwig, then leave. Your choice." I stood there in shock. Never before had I seen something like this happen before. I had seen a few guns, but only used by policemen, never evil people. This was getting interesting. I sat back, waiting for the kid to give the man his Turtwig, then begin crying as he ran away. But he didn't.
"No!" The kid was trembling. I was impressed. This kid was brave, obviously a good trainer. But then something even more surprising happened. The man pulled up his gun, pointed it at the kid, and fired. The kid fell, while the man took his pokeballs and ran. I sprinted across the clearing until I reached the kid on the ground. I checked for a wound, but couldn't find a definitive hole that would have shown it it were a gunshot. Then I found it, but it wasn't a bullet wound, it was just a graze.
I licked his wound repeatedly, until it stopped bleeding. Then I dragged him over to a stump by his shirt's collar, and rested him against it. I lied down next to the child. I noticed my necklace was shining brighter than I had ever seen it. This was very peculiar. As I fell asleep, I hoped this boy would be fine. He was innocent, and perhaps, he may even help me with my atonement. I sighed as I drifted off, reliving the memories of my despair once more.