Life of a Pokémon
I am in the familiar forest, inhaling the scent of the sweet autumnal earth…
Little did I know what was going to happen.
The birds chirped in alarm and flew away; the Wurmple I was playing with crawled away. I felt something towering above me. I turned around.
A flash of light.
I am trapped in an abyss of darkness. Where am I?
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Another flash of bright light.
I blinked. This was definitely not the forest I had known so well. A few humans bent over, examining me.
My stomach lurched.
I was captured.
A boy of around ten peered at me. He had deep emerald eyes and russet hair. He exclaimed his delight that I was a Torchic. He picked me up and hugged me. Somehow, I wasn't scared of him. I am his pokémon, from now on.
This was comforting to know.
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I am let out again.
A mean looking Wartortle was opposite me, glaring down with utmost dislike. I knew what this meant.
A battle.
I kicked and pecked and fired weak embers upon my master's command, but the Wartortle unexpectedly launched a jet of water I failed to dodge. The world dissolved into darkness again.
I had failed.
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I opened my eyes.
My master stared down at me anxiously and his face broke immediately into a relieved smile. "You're finally awake! Sorry for making you faint…" he stroked my feathers gently.
I nudged him gently. Somehow I feel that I should be the one apologising.
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I woke up suddenly.
Something wasn't right.
There is another pokémon beside my trainer.
I hissed angrily and scratched the Zigzagoon. How could she nudge my trainer? Does this mean my master doesn't care for me anymore?
My heart feel like it has been torn apart.
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I trotted unsteadily beside my trainer.
He still cared for me.
After all, de didn't put me in a pokeball anymore. That Zigzagoon, and a Poochyena, were.
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I've changed.
My claws are sharper, and my tiny wing buds have developed to strong arm-like wings ending in steely talons. My firepower has increased, too.
My trainer said that I had evolved.
I hope he likes my new shape.
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Here I am on the battlefield again.
This was what my master called the league. The opponents were harder to beat, but nevertheless I have not lost a battle yet.
And this was the final one.
I slashed and dodged nimbly; the opponent, a sturdy looking Rhydon, unexpectedly launched a Horn Drill. I knew there was no way I could dodge this, and stood there stupidly, waiting for my doom.
Then, for the second time, it happened.
Upon contact with the Horn Drill, my body started glowing. This could only mean one thing—I was evolving.
For the second time.
I emerged, a strong Blaziken, and easily knocked the Rhydon out with a Blaze Kick.
My trainer hugged me happily. We have won.
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Long has the time passed when my trainer travelled with me. Today, we sit near the fireplace, his grandchildren squealing about happily and playing with the other pokémon and me. My trainer, now an old man with greying hair, smiles down at them. Amongst all this playing and fun I suddenly feel a tinge of sadness.
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A chilling, mournful wind.
I am sitting in front of a tombstone.
My trainer's tombstone.
I feel lonely, I know that he has left me.
Forever.
How can those other pokémon not worry? They were either given away, or left. They did not care for my trainer.
Only I remained loyal.
Another gloomy gust of wind swept by. The sky darkened and suddenly, in front of me, was a pokémon.
He said he was taking me away. To somewhere else.
I told him that I did not want to leave my master. He explained that if I followed him, I would see my master again.
And so I did.
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A/N: yeah, a oneshot. hope you liked it. all Angst. Review if you want to, or if you are free.