So I finally got another story uploaded. This one takes a very different form to A New World, so ill just see what happens. Its very short, but i didnt intend for it to be long. It's about a trainer being chased by rockets, and to save his Pokémon, he must do some pretty sad things. The titles cheesy, but had had nothing better at the time. So comments please, I need to know how this goes. Cheers.
*disclaimer* I do not own Pokémon. All the characters you see and hear about in this story are owned by Nintendo, the Pokémon Company, and Game Freak. I am not profiting from this story. *disclaimer*
A Tearful Farewell
As the sun set over the treetops around the lake, everything was calm. Not even a ripple in the sunset orange waters. A small Rattata came out of the reeds at the water's edge to drink, sending small ripples out across the surface of the water.
Just then, a human came stumbling out of the forest, falling to his knees at the edge of the lake. He looked at his reflection. Blue eyes looked back at him, with short dark hair that stood out from his pale skin. A tear fell from his face, distorting the refection. He got to his feet and cast his eyes across the lake. He then looked down at the pokeball in his hand.
"I have to." He muttered to himself.
He then threw the pokeball into the air. A blue light came out of the ball instead of the normal red, and a Squirtle Pokémon formed. it was strangely Coloured, its skin being a lighter blue and its shell being a light green, instead of the normal brown. He looked down at the Pokémon with sad eyes, before coming down to its level and looking it in the eyes.
"Squirtle," the trainer started, the Pokémon looking back with sad eyes, knowing what was coming, "the rockets will get to us eventually, we can't keep running, but I'll never let them get to you. They will use you for attacking other defenceless trainers, and your not like that. hell, they already took Pidgey and Beedrill. We're quite far ahead of them, but they will be here in a few minutes." The Squirtle looked across the lake, then the sad eyes returned to the trainers gaze. "I want you to stay here, you will be safe. I can lead the rockets off and you will be safe from them. dont worry about me, i can take care of myself."
Squirtle nodded, and slowly walked into the lake, trying not to make any splashes. It swam out for a bit, before turning back.
"I will return someday, I swear it." The trainer vowed. Squirtle grinned, and dived down into the lake. A tear ran down the trainers pale cheek, and dropped on the ground below him. He waited for the ripples to stop before moving on. He made sure the rockets saw him running, so they would follow him.
"It's no use running! you can't hide!" the one rocket yelled, "Your shiny Squirtle will be in the hands of Team Rocket!"
The thugs trampled across the edge of the lake, destorying vegitation as they went. They even kicked a small Pokémon to the side.
The lake then returned to its calm state once more, as the sun finally set over the tall trees.