"Child of light even now you still want to save him? after everything he's done?" "Yes"I said as best I could without cowering in a corner.(Hey you can't blame this is a god were talking about here
Hey there my names Lucy now you're probably wondering why i'm talking to arceus,It's a long story but i got plenty of time.
When I was 7, I decided I still had not decided whether i wanted to be a Pokemon trainer or a pokemon coordinator. When I was a bit more grown up, and when I had started Pokemon school, I decided that I didn't want to be like any old trainer. I wanted to be special, important or maybe… i don't know but didn't want to be like everyone else.
But… Since I really wasn't special, this meant that my Pokemon had to be. That initially got the ball rolling. I could go out and search for the rarest, most valuable Pokemon I could think of but in reality I knew that it would be a poor thing to waste my time on. So I was smart, for once in my life and would pick a regular Pokemon to be my starter, and just train like heck until it became special and strong and amazing things i could never dream to be
I spent most of my day thinking of what starter Pokemon i should pick. I didn't know what species it would be, but it would be strong , to say the least. I didn't want any old starter Pokemon, to be sure, but I needed something that would be easy to train. Eventually, as I aged, I stopped building up my Pokemon and instead concentrated on deciding which kind it ought to be.
I visited the library every day in search of a species, and then proceeded to research those I deemed 'interesting' on my own. Occasionally I would ask either of my parents about them, too.
"Mom, I want a mew." She nearly choked on the coffee she'd been drinking as she spat it out.
I gave up wanting a mew after that.
I made a list, so to speak, and whittled it down as I approached my tenth birthday. After several questions, such as the one above, my parents helped with this. They occasionally suggested,after shooting down one of mine a Pokemon. "How about a nice skitty? They're cute, and safe." I wasn't pleased with their selection.
"Can I have a milotic?"
"That would be a febas first. Why don't you want something like a sneasel?"
I didn't want a sneasel because they were dark, creepy little things, and they reminded me too much of my crazy guy with a chainsaw in a horror movie i watched before.
"I want an absoul."
"Those are too dangerous for trainers to start with. It could hurt you."
"some kids at school start out with them."
"Not often."
My list was slowly growing smaller as the day of my birthday grew nearer. In a way, I was able to appreciate this fortune, since it meant I had less to choose from. But it also meant just that-I had less to choose from!
"How about an magmar ? Those are pretty cool."
"Why not a nice pikachu?"
My parents (dad especially) seemed bent on giving me a very lame starter.
"A Ditto? This way, it can turn into any safe Pokemon you want."
"Yeah, and you wouldn't choose any of those."
Then, all at once, it was my eleventh birthday. Unlike many of my friends, I didn't get a starter as a gift-mostly because I hadn't decided on one. I was fine with this. If anything, it made me more excited. I announced my desire to start on my journey, and my parents gently rebuffed me. They said I needed more preparation-and, of course, to pick out a starter. I could see the logic in this at first, so I was content to wait and think.
"A dragon Pokemon-that would be awesome!"
"They're expensive,Lucy. Why not something that's less violent ?"
"An Ekans?"
"It could bite you!"
As the months slowly passed, I was beginning to sense that my parents weren't exactly keen on letting me go.
"Can you two just draw up a list of the Pokemon I can have? I'll pick from that!"
"That would be very difficult to do. Can't you decide on your own?"
Every time I suggested a Pokemon, however, either my mom or my dad would have some reason I couldn't have it. By then, I was more than frustrated. Especially because I was now over ten and a half; soon I would be eleven when I started training! Almost all of my friends were already off training, even a couple of the younger ones, and my parents were bent on keeping me at home for the rest of my life.
Then, it was two days before my eleventh birthday. I was getting my things together to run away at least my parents had been helpful in preparing material things for my journey. I was fully intent on it, too. I wasn't sure how I would get my Pokemon, but I would, and we would make an amazing team.
That was part of my plan, in fact I would be the best trainer or coordinator (still haven't decided yet) ever with only one Pokemon. it sounded fine If I only had one, I could spend all of my time training with that one, right? I could concentrate solely on it, and build up its strength until it could overpower any weaknesses it might have had.
but First I just had to get that Pokemon.
If I ever got the chance of course...