Roy placed himself on the ground and looked at his small audience.
"Look, I know I'm young, and maybe that's a good thing. Maybe thats why I am how I am now. The fact that I'm not dead surprises me, and I know, we all have stories of coming near death. Some better than others, some more intense than others. Some sadder than others and some just bad. I will leave it up to you to decide where this belong, but I feel like here is the best place to leave this." He looked up to the left without moving his head and continued to talk. "About three months ago I met a trainer," his eyes refocused on the audience, "He was really nice, not my trainer of course, I've never had one. Her name was Roy. Oh I remember that vividly, when he said her name. I had just come down from the sky, a bit of a rough landing. I broke a wing ha," he looks at his right arm, "Plowed right through the trees." When he spoke, his hands moved and his expressions changed, as if he was acting out what had happened. "I think I may have cut a few down actually. Then I came to a stop, smack in the middle of some route, I don't know which. But I remember seeing no one, not even pokemon. Just the dirt and the grass. I realized a wing was broken when I turned around to look at the path I made. A sharp stabbing sensation ran through my arm, and I noticed a bone sticking out." He winced. "I almost threw up then, and with the shock slowly going away, the pain became all too much for me and I cried out. But there was no one, so, I lay there, unmoving, crippled by my tumble." His expression became stern, and he glared at his audience. "I lay there for what seemed like days, it even rained once, only for a bit though. If it didn't rain, I might have gone thirsty. And for that time, I was alone. But I was used to this, travelling was my thing, travelling by myself. This felt different though, I wasn't taking to the skies or seeing the sights or flying past Castelia city, no, I was dying. Inside it was killing me to not be moving all the time. Maybe that's just my nature. I never got involved in that stuff anyway. Now that I think about it, this didn't seem near death, and I realized that I could stay in this ditch for weeks. Thoughts were coming into my head one after another, nothing that I could have achieved awake, for I was asleep, dreaming. The cities were crumbling, the one friend I had had moved away." He stopped, "had had? He had moved away- in the dream- but I don't know where I got that from. I had never made friends. Now I'm trying, and I admit my social skills aren't the best but they are better than before. Sorry, I'm getting off track. I was sleeping when a voice rang out in my mind, 'hello?! Hello?! Are you okay?!' it said over and over again. The volume increased until it was no longer bearable and I opened my eyes and saw that I was hovering above the ground. 'Poor guy' the voice said again 'your fin is all ripped off' she stroked my head. I let out a small moan in protest, but she continued." He was looking down at the ground during this part of the story, catching himself everytime he stopped talking. "Sorry. I remember entering a cozy cave. And she lay me down on the ground, wrapping up my arm and my dorsal fin with gauze. I felt the bone pop back into place. I shouted and then heard a spray. The skin that was burst through by the bone seemed to pull back in. It all seemed like magic at the time. Of course my arm was still sore, but I thought I could fly. 'My name is Royce. I know it's a weird name. Oh, what's the point in telling that to you?' sorry, this is all very vivid to me. She wrapped her scarf around me and-" he ran his wing under his scarf, "I never take it off."
"She left me with some food and nothing else. I tried getting up as she left but I couldn't. I tried to say something but the throat was clogged and I just let her leave. I should have tried harder. I really should have." He sighed and paused for a moment. "I would have been dead."