Hey guys, I know I haven't been on here for a long time, so I'm sorry. Things been happening, but I'm trying to come back with this fresh story! I hope I improved, as all reviews are welcome! Even you grammar enthusiasts. XD
Anyway, (DISCLAIMER) I do not own Pokémon!
"It's a girl!"
The doctor held the baby girl in his hands, as the nurse cut the tube, separating her from her mother. The mother looked exhausted and happy, as a proud father held her hand.
They finally had a child.
"What's her name?"
"Venna."
Venna grew up normally. She lived in a Pokémon farm on the outskirts and country of Kanto. She had loving parents and played with all types of Pokémon. She had this uncanny ability to instantly become friends with even the most dangerous Pokémon. (Many people wondered how could she hug a Slugma. Seriously)
For her 5th birthday, she got her very first companion, a small pichu. She was very happy, and in her little mind, she was going to be very happy.
Her dreams, never came true.
She was outside in the trees playing with her new friend, when she saw these men, dressed in all black, come to her home.
She hid behind a tree with pichu in her lap.
Gun shots. Screams. An explosion.
Venna peaked over her shoulder, and saw true horror.
It was her house, the farm, the eggs, the baby Pokémon, burning. The grown Pokémon taken to God knows where.
Her house burned brightly.
Baby Pokémon screamed in agony.
Her parents, dead.
She was soon snatched up, and knocked out along with pichu.
That was the last time, she would ever, see Kanto again, for a long time.