Pokemon Eternal

by 4fireking

The story of a poor boy and a vile Pokémon. The boy's family collects ice and sells ice for a living. One day the boy finds a wild Sneasel in the forest. Boy takes Sneasel home, nurses it back to life, etc. The boy will teach the Sneasel how their family runs their business. And Sneasel will teach the boy something important as well. He can talk.

Prologue

Life as a wild Pokémon was tough. Especially if you were a Sneasel. Most trainers kept their distance away from Sneasel's. Their icy claws, their brimstone black fur, and those small eyes made them very untrustworthy Pokémon. But this Sneasel was injured. His left arm was wounded. The blizzard blew into his wound and the Sneasel was losing too much blood.

It's trainer abandoned him. That's just what trainers are, Sneasel thought finally coming to a halt. Sneasel fought with all his strength for that Trainer for the last two year. All it gave him in the end was struggle. If Sneasel made it through this time...he would surely have resentment for all humans. But he wasn't going to make it through this storm, because he was going to here in the snow. Sneasel collapsed in a blanket of snow, which felt good for the Ice Pokémon, but was also a terrible thing to lie on.

Before Sneasel rested his eyes before they never opened again, he wished to give his soul to anyone who could save him from this harsh winter. And if they did he would be eternally grateful. Sneasel would fight for them and win many battles, he would grow stronger than any Weavile's, and banish their enemies.

His wish was granted.