(Lucas' POV) Dawn, dying, her face, blood-drenched, clothes,tattered. I was standing away from her, watching her face go pale as ivory, hands, twitcting in agony, until she finally became still, falling, falling, falling down, her head hitting the
ground with a dull thud.
"STOP!" I awoke to hear my alarm clock had just gone off, ringing monotonously.
Realizing the events were merely a dream, I felt relaxed somewhat. The day resumed as
normal, my getting dressed, eating breakfast, saying goodbye to my mother, and leaving for
Trainer School. I didn't attend classes, I taught them, and I'm only fourteen years old. Why?
I'm a Pokemon Master, and I teach them about effective strategy.
"So when your opponent
tells you their next Pokemon, you should quickly switch to one you can use to defeat it. There
are rare Pokemon, however, who are so strong they can fight a whole battle by themselves.
Questions?" They always raise ten million hands, in order to stall. "Mike." I called out
reluctantly, I never liked teaching, but my mom makes me. "What if you don't know what
type of Pokemon your opponent is using?" He inquired. Mike's the only one with the good
questions. "Sometimes you can guess a Pokemon's type from the name, like Dragonite, or
Kadabra." I replied, but I forgot to add the exceptions to this rule, like Tyranitar. Oh, well.
Yes, no more questions! This is also the last day of school, so I took my Pokemon, oh yeah,
the kids too, (I've forgotten them already! Yay!) out to the field in the back. "Who wants to
take me on in a battle!" I shouted, hands instantly flew up into the skie.
"Azelf, use Psychic!"
"Uxie, combo Hypnosis with Dream Eater!" "Dialga, use Roar of Time!" "Heatran, use Lava
Plume!" "Creselia, use Hydro Pump!" "Regigigas, use Superpower!" And so the battles
continued, each one ending in the same way, my victory. It always makes me feel good to top
every last person in a room at something, no matter what is was.
On my way back home, I saw Tommy running towards me, his eyes tearing up a bit, which
is a very rare sight. "Lucas, it's Dawn, she's dying, and Twinleaf, it's just horrible!." He said in a panicked voice, sobbing heard from his barely moving mouth.
I was there almost instantly, then I saw what he meant. Twinleaf was destroyed, the buildings in ashes, the ground torn asunder, and most of all, the people crying over
Dawn ,who was, without a doubt, dying. "We need to get her to a PC now! "Someone
exclaimed. We ran along, Dawn in a stretcher of sorts. When we finally reached Sangem Town, found a PC, and put Dawn's life into their hands, we simply sat and waited.
Several grueling, torturous hours later, Nurse Joy emerged from the room. "I'm horribly
sorry, but..." She swallowed hard, "She's dead."
A/N: I like chicken, do you? It doesn't matter, but do you like drama?
I do! R&R'a sauce.
Fighter McKnight, signing off.