p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"span style="font-size: 24px; font-family: Merriweather; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Betrayal /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"It was a normal day. I woke up ate breakfast, got dressed, grabbed my pokeballs and walked out the door to go train at a gym. When i got there i battled for a while trying to get some of my pokemon evolved so I could one day battle this gym and have it be mine. I saw my pokemon different than other people saw their pokemon, I saw my pokemon as creatures that were meant for playing with and having someone to chill with, not as weapons of war and destruction. when my first pokemon evolved I was so happy. I was the first of my three friends to evolve. They had the same opinion as me, love them don't treat them as trash and garbage, treat them as you would other people, love them. Then i had someone challenge me. Same amount of pokemon and the same age as me. He knocked out my first two pokemon with his eevee. That's when this happened. His eevee evolved. "NO! I wanted an UMBREON! Not some girly pink thing! I didn't RAISE YOU to be like that!" I think about these kinda types of things a lot. It's even sadder when you consider that eevee evolves to sylveon with love and Umbreon with friendship. So this eevee really loved its trainer when it evolved only to be greeted with this. The trainer then threw the pokeball that held sylveon on the ground by the side of the gym. Everyone there was staring at me and the other trainer. He then turned around and left. No one cared about this pokemon that just got abandon. The sylveon was crying and was heartbroken, and heart is what keeps a sylveon going, love is sylveon's motivation. The only thing the sylveon wanted now was a home, and that's when I took the sylveon that had been left behind and made her mine. I gave the sylveon proper care and I didn't judge what she evolved into I loved this pokemon just the way she was. I rebuilt the bond she once had with her other trainer and I made her feel happy and loved again. (If this story does good I will make a alternate ending for the story or create a whole new story)/span/p
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p style="text-align: center;"span id="docs-internal-guid-1510986a-5d54-b5e3-4354-4884c39613b9"br /br /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"It was a normal day. I woke up ate breakfast, got dressed, grabbed my pokeballs and walked out the door to go train at a gym. When i got there i battled for a while trying to get some of my pokemon evolved so I could one day battle this gym and have it be mine. I saw my pokemon different than other people saw their pokemon, I saw my pokemon as creatures that were meant for playing with and having someone to chill with, not as weapons of war and destruction. when my first pokemon evolved I was so happy. I was the first of my three friends to evolve. They had the same opinion as me, love them don't treat them as trash and garbage, treat them as you would other people, love them. Then i had someone challenge me. Same amount of pokemon and the same age as me. He knocked out my first two pokemon with his eevee. That's when this happened. His eevee evolved. "NO! I wanted an UMBREON! Not some girly pink thing! I didn't RAISE YOU to be like that!" I think about these kinda types of things a lot. It's even sadder when you consider that eevee evolves to sylveon with love and Umbreon with friendship. So this eevee really loved its trainer when it evolved only to be greeted with this. The trainer then threw the pokeball that held sylveon on the ground by the side of the gym. Everyone there was staring at me and the other trainer. He then turned around and left. No one cared about this pokemon that just got abandon. The sylveon was crying and was heartbroken, and heart is what keeps a sylveon going, love is sylveon's motivation. The only thing the sylveon wanted now was a home, and that's when I took the sylveon that had been left behind and made her mine. I gave the sylveon proper care and I didn't judge what she evolved into I loved this pokemon just the way she was. I rebuilt the bond she once had with her other trainer and I made her feel happy and loved again. (If this story does good I will make a alternate ending for the story or create a whole new story)/span/p