Hello! Another drabble from the drabble tag! Added some extra details to flesh it out a bit more, but mostly it's the same. Prompts are leather, ruins, and autumn. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: If I owned Pokemon...Cinnabar Islands would have gotten a lot more attention, and not just for glitch reasons...though that may have been why they were destroyed in Gold/Silver/Crystal...
Lost in Fire
"One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon - instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today." -Dale Carnegie
Blue stood quietly on Cinnabar Island, recalling what the place had once been. His leather jacket flapped noisily in the wind.
It had been early autumn when he had first came here. He was an arrogant whelp back then, caring about nothing but Pokemon battles, Pokedex completion, and Gym Badges. He rushed right by the local concession stands bearing artistic trinkets, the abandoned lab of popular lore, the graceful beaches with the beautiful sunset views. He barely noticed the plentiful palm trees swaying in the winds, or the enchanting native music that drifted in the air. He just stopped at the Pokemon Center, challenged and beat Blaine's Gym, stayed overnight at the Pokemon Center, and then left the next morning on his Pidgeot, eager for his final Badge and the Pokemon League.
And now, it was all gone. The ruins of the town smothered under a blanket of hardened lava that even now gave off some heat. Even the volcano, the responsible destructive agent, was no more, having blown itself to bits during its passionate eruption. Now people came only to study the disaster, or to reminiscence, like him.
Guess you can't take anything for granted these days, Blue thought sourly. Not island paradises, not Champion reigns, not even your childhood friends...His thoughts drifted to Red, situated on the other side of the region, in a world as frozen as this island was buried in magma. Both as buried as the past that nonetheless rumbled in the ground.
He gazed out to the still ocean, the ghost of a tropical melody haunting his ears, and wondered what a Cinnabar-grown coconut with Red would have tasted like.
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Blue's always in such a hurry, that I suspect he didn't do much sight-seeing. Once he settled down some (and was stuck in the Gym a lot), he would appreciate traveling itself more, and then regret not enjoying places like Cinnabar Island while he still could. So this piece basically reflects that.