Drabble Collection
Words are trivial.
These words lingered in her mind. The last words spoken to her by the greatest opponent she had ever faced, before he vanished off the face of the Earth.
On that day, in that desert place, against the blazing red of the setting sun, it had come down to luck. The Trainers and Pokémon were drained of almost all their energy, and both launched one final attack. In an instant, Garchomp had been frozen, defeated. Simultaneously, his Glaceon collapsed from exhaustion.
"Even at my full potential, I can't overcome you. Thank you for this final battle, Cynthia."
Swallows in Flight
Upon the hill each day she stood. Black hair, red eyes, sword at the ready. Through wind and rain she stood there, waiting. And each day, he watched her. Waiting for the day she would come down the hill. But that day never came. He went to her. And so, he climbed the hill with his Pokémon, and when he reached the top, she smiled. And she looked him in the eyes. And she cast out her Pokémon, another Noctowl to match his. And we watched them run down the hill together, and then, they took off, as swallows in flight.
Bizarre Pocket Dining
They were starving. The trio trudged along, wondering when their next meal would come. An Oran Berry fell to the ground. None of them knew where it had come from. All three reached for it at once. A tannish paw and two black- gloved right hands tugged at it each way. The Berry was squashed into juice by the fighting. Soon another one fell. They saw from where it came. It had fallen from a hole of one of the uniforms. Each reached in and pulled out Berries until they were full. It was truly a bizarre pocket dining experience.
The Truth Of Persian
Fur fell from the feline Pokémon in patches. No doctors or nurses had been able to diagnose the ailment. Once upon a time, its fur had been prized as velvet. Those days were long gone. Its Trainer had released it into the wild to give it a last taste of freedom. The Pokémon had heard her say comforting words, but saw the tears in her eyes.
"Meowth."
"A young one of its kind had turned up, scrawny and weak and hungry. The mangy Persian stared at the smaller Pokémon. Then, it purred, accepting the Meowth as it had the others in the back streets of Hollywood, California.
Evolution
She had not wanted to evolve, but the stone had already touched it. It was too late to stop the process. She could not see what was happening, but could feel her body changing, unwantedly. She felt something extend down the back of her neck. Two leaves from the top of her head extended downward, framing her face. The third grew larger and became a blossoming flower. She felt herself stretching upward, becoming taller. Her beautiful green leaf collar became tighter. The Pokémon opened its eyes.
"See? You're beautiful! Why were you so adamant about not evolving?"
"Lil!" she said. She instinctively knew the rest of her new name. She also knew that she would never say those last four letters.