Pond Minstrel
It was a peaceful, blissful evening in the Violet City where the two of us admired the sunset – me, at least. I'm not the most… adept in poetry and prose, but I can assure anyone that the sharp pine trees, towering and withered with age, were perfectly balanced with the blurry, silent pink and yellow phenomenon in the sky glowing around the sun and permeating into the clouds.
Yeah, I'm no minstrel.
Silver has changed since I last saw him at Mt. Moon; he maintained the stern, serious look across his face that was so harsh and judgmental upon the world around him; however, I almost see him treating his Pokémon as individuals and not "tools of war." He feeds his companions the tiny berries we all find and forage, sits with them in mutual silence, and inside of his blue sack I saw an antidote bottle slipping out.
Right now he's at the pond behind the Pokémon Center, the water glistening as it mirrored the sunset. The water glowed from below with the lights of the Chinchou. He was staring in a trance at these; his gigantic Feraligatr sprawled in the short grass the two were sitting in. Elm's Pokémon was obviously sleeping – he could knock out the Spearows in the trees snoring like that!—but Silver looked trapped in thought or his own world. He was staring out, as I soon was, at a leaf across the pond that rippled slowly and gracefully onto the trees and pink glow that projected itself on the water with Majikarp flitting foolishly beneath it.
It's been only a month or two since and I have last seen him, and even though I feel good inside for teaching him to care for his Pokémon, I feel this pang of guilt. I don't know why… do I hurt him? No longer did he cast that intimidating, hateful glare whenever I saw him; rather, he simply turned away swiftly with an unknown excitement in his eyes.
I want to see what's wrong. I need to see what's wrong! This is just weird! I can't just stand in confusion – I've done that ever since the day we met!
So I walked out from the Pokémon Center's window and out the door at first with slow hesitation then quick determination.