-This is a time when the only Pokemon were of the third generation and prior. There are no humans, and there are no 'legendaries'. This is the life of a Pokemon; it is filled with tragedy, love, compassion, anger, and many other emotions. Just read to find out.-
He stood at the top of the hill looking over the forest and its beauty. He howled out to the full moon above. His black and red fur shimmered in the moonlight, and the sound of Noctowl and Hoothoot could be heard all around. "Almost perfect," he said. This is Gavin, a mighty Houndoom, the guardian of the great Silke Forest and its many Pokemon. Being one of the last remaining powerful Pokemon in the area, he is quite special.
"Aoooooo!" he howled out again. "The warm summer air, the fresh breeze, the dew forming on the grass, this night is almost perfect. If only they could be here…" Gavin's mind trailed off and he started to think about his family and the great tragedy. He began recalling the horrendous event...
This is only the beginning~ hope you read on :3