When I remember my childhood there is but only two memories that steal my thoughts. Painted like bright and vivid paintings in my mind, carved with pure happiness of life and the bloody stain of death. The day of my fifth birthday stands out fist, the ray of joy when my parents presented me with a simple black box with a pink ribbon. Inside this elegant box lay the new chapter in my, Lucky Masaki's life. The shiny Pokémon trainer's license and two plain pokeballs with my new family. This new additions were Eevees, a sleek male with a darker tint to his fur and a fluffy female with beautiful grey eyes. I decided on a whim to name them Eclipse and Star respectively. I loved them with all my little heart could take, and the next two years were an extremespeed blur as we trained and grew together. Nothing seemed to defeat us when we were together, however, I couldn't have been more wrong.

One dark but smoky hot summer night outlines the death that follows my memories. I awoke suffocating, the air was thick with black smoke and crippling flames danced around my bed. Star and Eclipse were standing on the bed, their eyes shock with fear as they huddled closer to me. Franticly we rushed around to find a way out anywhere to escape the heat of this fire. Carrying Star with Eclipse close behind, we managed to find a small way out. Out in the summer night where the stars danced overhead, the heat around us began to die with rain. Slowly the rain dowsed the lingering flames that engulfed my home. The charred ruins left in the fire's wake wasn't my home, just a reminder of what I had, and the death of my parents. My screams and cries into the night fell on deaf ears. No one was around to help us, my poor Eevees and I, or so I thought.

A man was nearby, a tall sophisticated man dressed in white pure as snow with a red R over his chest. He had an ominous feel to him as he got closer to me, his was teal hair drenched from the rain before I realized I was to.

"Is this your house?" He asked in a loud commanding voice. I tilted my head, what a stupid question I thought. My Eevees pulsed with discomfort as the man approached us, however, I was silly stupid girl and answered the strange man.

"Yes, sir."

"Where are your parents?"

"I don't know, sir."

"Lucky, sir. Lucky Masaki."

"Masaki… How old are you?" Why was I answering him anymore? I figured at the time he didn't mean harm and just wanted to help. Again, silly and stupid girl.

"Seven and a half."

" … I see. My names Archer, I use to know your father. Come, I will take you in and train you to be strong. You must always listen to me understood." He knew my dad! He would help me then I thought. He was intimating but I had no real choice in the matter. I didn't know at the time but I was becoming affiliated with a gang, a band of criminals wanted all over the world. Team Rocket.

Archer trainer me and, let me tell you, training was not easy. The work was hard and the payout was low but I couldn't leave. I was always weak, weaker than even the lowliest of grunts. It always seemed that the grunts, the training, everything was for nothing because I would always be as weak as a Butterfree. When I wasn't getting trained or beat on I would watch TV. Not just any TV, but Prof. Oak and his educational Pokémon show. I told myself I wanted to meet the man, but would probably never get the chance. Life has a funny way of giving you another chance without you realizing it.

I overheard something, something I wasn't meant to know at the time. Archer was telling someone that I wasn't even a real trainer. Not in the way that I wasn't strong enough but that I had a power that hadn't awoken yet, something I didn't know about. Turns out my dad use to help them research something, something that would change the world as we knew it. He learned they were going to use this power for evil and he took his research with him as he left them. Team Rocket caused the fire. They caused the inferno of death that day three years ago. I couldn't stay, not any longer. In the dead of night, Star, Eclipse, and I left Team Rocket behind us and disappeared. I never wanted to return to see Team Rocket again but I had a sneaking feeling like a ghost. I wasn't finished with them yet.

One day, on a cold freezing winter day I came to Kanto region's one and only Pallet town. Home of the Prof. Oak, the man I wished all my years of life to meet. I had always wanted to learn more about Pokémon, maybe here I could stay for a while. He gladly opened his arms and let me stay to learn from him. I learned of his grandson Gary Oak, who was helping Prof. Rowan and his lab in Sinnoh, but would be coming home soon. Another person I knew of was named Ash Ketchum, he was in Sinnoh too, part taking in the league. I briefly thought that I could take part in a league. That was a laugh, as I was still too weak. My years with Team Rocket still held tightly to parts on my life.

I hated that I was involved with Team Rocket.

Team Rocket.

If they ever found me…

I don't know…

I'm too weak to ever think of beating them.

At was a few weeks later when I met Gary Oak and his Umbreon. Gary had a slightly cocky attitude but I fell, and I mean I fell hard. His brown hair that always was styled just right, his smile and gentle way of teaching me more about Pokémon always captured my heart. The only thing wrong is I couldn't look into his eyes, those charcoal eyes that never held a shred of hatred reminded me to much of the life I lost years ago. The Oaks continually asked where I was from, but I pretended not to hear them and go on with my work. They never pressed the issue with me and I was grateful for that. I felt like I needed to protect them but I knew that my happy life with them couldn't last forever.

How long before they find me and destroy was little bit of normal sanity I have left? …. I don't know for sure but I will keep fighting and living against Team Rocket. I am Lucky, Lucky Masaki. The Eevee trainer.