Time Trainer
distant thunder rumbles hidden in the dark clouds. from the east and the west the horizon is filled with shadows. the soldiers of two of the greatest nations in the world and their combatant Pokemon. this war due for 18 years would occur in the early hours in the hopes that after the carnage and the death and blood spill one army could at least have the upper -hand before sunrise. Pokemon of gargantuan size walk among the warriors in all kinds of armor. no doubt protection and health are luxuries that not many can afford. Pokemon like onixes,gyaradoses,charizards,and rhydons make the earth tremble with their every step. the armies pause. the signal goes(a charizard's roar) and the armies to face fate is the king of one of the kingdoms involved in the war. the mighty warrior king rodan charges ahead with his soldiers. above the war on rodan's pidgeot is rodan's only child ten year old rowan. a small boy with black hair and brown eyes. rowan shivers and wraps his cloak tighter around himself as he watches his father in combat. rodan swings his blade at an enemy soldier. the man drops in one swipe of
rodans sword. an enemy assassin attempts to use cover to kill rodan,he shoots an arrow that hits rodan in the arm. rodan pulls it out and hurls. the mercenary shows himself and has engaged rodan in a sword fight. rowan could feel the fear in his heart steadily growing, the way he seemed to almost stop breathing every time his father just barely dodged a swing from his enemy. the mercenary swung one more and as rodan lifted his sword to block rowan could see by the light of the now rising sun the glint of light shining off the ruby encrusted hilt of his father's sword. rodan finally got a good shot in and stabbed the mercenary in the heart. rowan sighed in relief and in the instant he closed his eyes his father had taken a sword through the back by another enemy. upon realizing what happened rodan simply grimaced and fell face down dying in a way many would have called undignified for royalty. rowan's vision blurred with his tears,he wished to stay to at least get his father's dead body back but after dodging a barrage of arrows he flew away. pidgeot flew so fast that in mere seconds rowan was back home at the palace. the next day it was decided there was no other choice but to put rowan to a coronation that was much too early a pained and very miserable rowan was to come outside to discuss a grave matter. when the boy saw the people in the courtyard his heart panged in pain. there in the courtyard were six soldiers all carrying between them the lifeless form of rodan. it was then that rowan broke down. the next day was to be rodan's funeral. rodan's dead body dressed in his most elegant royal clothing lying in a great flaming pyre. after everyone left rowan stood behind to speak to his beloved father one more time.