I sigh and pause to wipe the sweat off my brow before continuing my work. God, I hate this. Ash Ketch- Oops, I meant King Ash- is making us, his lovely slaves and servants or whatever he wants to call us work on his newest project: the garden. I know, sounds fun, right? Only this garden is huge, to go with his palace (believe me, building that was not fun). He fricking wants us to plant a whole forest for his and his nobles' grass type Pokemon! And don't even get me started on the swimming pool.
"Hey! Get back to work!" an angry voice snaps at me. I turn around to come face to face with Richard. He's some new guy that the King hired to supervise the slaves. (They tell us it's supposed to be an honor, but I'd rather make a living banging my head against the wall. Not that I would call what they're giving us making a living. If this is honor, well, I say screw you, Honor… Sheesh!) Richard is a massive jerkface. I call him Billy Bob in my head, cause he looks like what I've always thought Billy Bobs would look like- somewhat on the chubby side, long, greasy hair (He dyed it green!), and a bad attitude to go with it.
Believe me, if I had my way, I would quit and run away to the Woods or something. After kicking Billy Bob here in the groin. I smile unconsciously at the image of him rolling around on the ground in pain, which only ticks him off more. He yells out something, but it just sounds like a huge roar to me. Huge specks of spit fly onto my face. Believe me, it is not pretty. I have no choice, so I get back to work, laying down the tiles for the swimming pool. Next to me, hundreds of us are working hard as well. But seriously, I think King only does this so that he can watch us suffer. I mean, using Pokemon would definitely speed things up. I mean, it's not like the King was afraid to use Pokemon in the past.
As soon as Richard leaves, I begin to curse him under my breath. Candy, the girl next to me, shoots me a dirty look. She's kind of a goody-goody. Like, we're all required to respect King Ash, but I think she really means it. She was one of those fools who sacrificed all their opportunities to join. I can't imagine anyone being so stupid. But she likes it, so I'll respect her decision. She's actually okay, but the whole liking the King thing just kills it.
In the distance, I can hear trumpets sounding. Damn, I think. All of us turn as one to face the oncoming parade. It's pretty amazing (not that I would admit it). Horse Pokemon all come down the path to meet us. There are Rapidash, Ponyta, Zebstrika- you name it, it'll probably be there. In the back comes Ash riding on his Donphan. He stands up as he nears us and surveys all of us. His eyes land on his next victim, a boy who's a few slaves down from me.
"You there," Ash says, locking eyes with the poor boy. He opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. That was his first mistake. Ash calls him forward. The kid- I think his name was Devin or David or Daniel or something- steps up. He seems to have regained his confidence. His steps are sure as he walks up. But it's too little too late.
In a flash, the Pokemon are on him. The poor kid is defenseless. None of us have Pokemon. The moment, like countless others, is stuck in my mind. This kid doesn't scream, which is rare. I can still see the blood spattering, and worst of all, his arms are flailing. It's hopeless for him. And that's the worst part. At least give him a chance. At least give them a chance. All of the girls and boys from before flash through my mind.
Ash's parade takes the boy away. He is barely conscious. I don't know what happens to the victims, but I can imagine. Ash lingers behind.
"You there, girl with the white ponytail, clean it up." Yup, that's me: the girl with the white ponytail. Um, I have a name, not that you would care, Ash Ketchum. My name is Spirit. My best friend and the only person I have ever trusted named me. Yes, you took her away, Ash. And I swear I will have my revenge. Just you wait.