Pokémorphs: A New Beginning

by Xap the Quick

No Pokémorph is left in the hands of evil. All of them have escaped from darkness. But real life proves to be just as challenging after living on the edge for three years. Rated T for mild swearing, death, and real-life situations. Please R&R.

Hello. My name is Corey. The world of Pokémon is vast, so vast that some things are never fully known about this world. One of these things are the beings known as Pokémorphs. We are humans, just like you, but certain things have given us Pokémon features. For example, ears, tails, skin colour, personality, etc.

I hope you understand that this story is little about the escape from Team Rocket, hiding from the government, or the like. I am writing about the struggles me and the ones like me have faced through the recovery years, after battles and such. Many memories will be referenced, and secrets about our horrendous world will be revealed.

Now, if you are young and reading this, I will warn you. This is not some epic, super adventure you may think it is. It is about my life in the calm years, after my escape, and long before the Pokémorph raid last year. I have held a torturous life since my teen years up to my adulthood. Maybe one day, I can relive my daring beginning as a Pokémorph, when I used an escape and stayed strong. For now, settle for this.

If you came for action, settle for the first chapter.