-The Story Of The Angry Meowth-
In the ancient days in which Pokemon and humans lived as equals and helped each other to survive and play, there were some Pokemon who refused to join in and be one with human society. One such Pokemon was a Meowth, another was Pidgy, and many others of various species. These Pokemon made their own communities, and saw themselves as superior to the humans. One day, an Abra visited the Meowth who hated humans so. The Abra was there to search for answers, as all Abra had an incredible curiosity in those day. That is why the Alakazam and Kadabra are so very smart.
"Why Meowth, why must you, against your kin of other Meowth of the world, feel malice towards the humans? They have done nothing wrong." The Abra inquired of the Meowth.
The Mewoth felt anger at this, imagine! The idea that these humans are equal to him. "You are a fool Abra, the humans are below us, we have strength, we have speed, why must we treat each other as equals? It is said that the creator of all and ancestor of evreything are both Pokemon. They are no better than the plants which we destroy with no afterthought. So why do you seem to love them so much, is the question."
At this the Abra stopped in thought. "You speak true Meowth, legends tell that all sprouted from a Pokemon, but the humans make us stronger. They teach us how to use tools, and how to evolve and grow and learn skills. You may have been taught some of these things by other Pokemon, but who do you think they learned it from?"
The Meowth, until this point had his complete wits with him, but when opposed with a logical argument such as this, he began to anger even more. Things were sometimes quicker to escalate into violence in those ages. The Meowth struck the Abra down in anger, his claws digging into the neck, and decapitating him. The Meowth realized his folly, but at this point it was to late.
Two Pokemon from legends descended to the Meowth, one was Darkrai, the Pokemon of darkness and nightmares. The other was Celebi, time traveler, and protector of Pokemon. The Meowth prayed forgiveness, but his pleas went unheard by the gods of Pokemon.
The Celebi spoke, "Meowth, your anger and your disdain of humans can lead only violence, if things continue we will face a war that brings blood and pain to the entire world," he paused before continuing, "We will now punish the rebels of humans in two way, first is that the Pokemon of nightmare you see beside will pour his blood into all who oppose human interaction."
Darkrai's shadows invaded the settlement, and was absorbed by all of the Pokemon who shunned humans. They were to be creatures of the dark, ones who lived and thrived away from the bliss of light. The Pidgy became a Murkrow, the Meowth became a Sneasel, Growlithe became a Houdoom. Many other transformations took place.
Continuing his speech, Celebi began again, "Second, is that you will be forced to live with humans, you will forget your hatred for them, whenever a Pokemon forgets this law and remembers their hatred, they shall be treated as an outcast, whether they be Dark, Fire, Fighting or any other type." Celebi explained.
As such a devastating event was avoided, and Dark Pokemon were brought into the world. Eventually they all forgot their bloody roots, and lived as an active part of the Pokemon world.
What would have happened if the Meowth was not punished? If the blood of human and Pokemon alike was shed in years of violant war? That is another story, for another time.
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"Read another one, read another one daddy!" The small child pleaded from his bed in the dark. He found the tales of Pokemon such as this one so very interesting, most would say he had the future smiler to his father. One who studied the myths of the world, a mythologist.
"Sorry son, it is time that you go to sleep," The loving father kissed his child on the forehead, and then left the room.
On the shelf at the child's bedside was a collection of smiler stories. Folk Tales of the Pokemon world if you will. The shelf in the living room had longer stories, which could be described only as epics. Epics, Folk Tales and mere myths are all to be revealed in time. Religious and otherwise.