The Pokémon Village
This is my first story and will be separated into 3 parts. Please leave a review so I know how well I am doing. Thanks! And enjoy.
Part One
Chapter One:
When me and the other Pokémon that my trainer had, dropped us off at the lake, that we used to play at when it hot out. We never knew that this time would be for left us with a final goodbye, and from that day forth we were alone.
We built a village around the lake where I had some of the most extraordinary times with my trainer and the other Pokémon. Now when I look at the village that I thought would stand forever, it reminds me of what I had done wrong, and why the village fell down into fire. The fire that looked like it was created by the devil himself destroyed every last thing that was important to me.
The village that my trainer would be proud of is now nothing but the ashes. I blame myself for what happened that dreadful long week of destruction. All the other Pokémon screaming in agony and pain. Hoping that they would be saved from fiery pits of the devil. All of the Pokémon I could have saved but failed in doing so.
My shoulders feel extremely heavy of the burden of the Pokémon of the village. And I don't know if can ever forgive myself of all the things that have happened throughout those many weeks of war. Still I look back at the days when the village was doing well, and I think to myself, what could I have done to prevent this nightmare from happening.
Then it hit me I should write an autobiography of the Pokémon Village that I have lived in for last couple of decades. For I am the only original surviver of the village. And I hope to whoever is reading this, that you rebuild the village that I have failed to save. And don't make the same mistakes that I did that lead to the destruction of the Pokémon Village.
I hope after I am done with this that could forgive myself and move on. But for now let me start at the beginning of the Pokémon Village.