"A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty."
-Winston Churchill
Adults always say to enjoy your time as a kid because you won't get to experience the same things when you grow up. However true it is, you always have regrets, no matter how you grow up. In my case, I was a Riolu being raised in a small village. One of those little ones where everyone knows each other and supposedly gets along. My father a proud Empoleon, my mother a caring Kangaskhan. Okay I'll admit it, I was adopted. I'm not even in the same egg group as them. Every day at school, the other kids always picked on me. I felt incapable of fending them off, as I never felt the desire to hurt a soul. Almost as if, being a fighting-type, I was in the ironic position of being against fighting.
Against my wishes, a conflict did ensue. There came a great war among the continents, what one might even call a "world war." What they fought over was beyond me, for being just a kid it probably wouldn't have made sense to me. Dad seemed enthusiastic about it. "It'll be over in no time!" he said. Still under this obvious hallucination, he enlisted and joined in the fight.
A little over a year without Dad, local life seemed to move on without him. I was still curious though. When Pelipper passed by with the mail, I always asked if we got a letter from Dad. The answer was always "no" with a bit of an uncertain shake. I once asked Mom if it was true that Dad was killed on the battlefield and she slowly began to shed tears.
This is my first serious work. Let me know if you want to see more! I have more planned but I need to get some sleep first.