I don't own Poke'mon. Though that really sucks…
Anyways, this is a tribute to the best Poke'mon, otherwise known as my favorites. Here we go…
I should've Been A DragonHere I am, a Charizard, looking up through the cracks of the forlorn cave to the blazing sun, fiery and the emblem of my pride. I, a measly Flying type, classified by those humans. They force me into their harmful machines with no thought to my freedom or sanctity. Yet I have escaped, for now… I met another Charizard during my days in the Blackthorn Den, the Dragon Den. Yet we, the most powerful of all Fire-types, remain a bird in the eyes of the mortals. We, with our leathery, almost bat like wings, our long tails tipped with a fire brought down from the great Legendary Ho-oh! Yet this Charizard I met, he thought the humans rightly classified us. I asked him why he had such respect for the pale-fleshed Slaking-evolutions! And he said he had a trainer who he ran away from. For a second I paused, thinking about the irony of this statement, until he broke my thoughts with a single wave of his tail to mine. He said his trainer had saved him from the cold and sickness after a battle with a strong Poliwrath. I retorted by asking why he allowed himself to be captured, and then have no freedom. He told me that he was a Charmander who was captured by an abusive trainer who left him in the rain. Then his glorified human came to save him…
How pitiful. Yet the human who tended to us seemed the same way. As I thought more about it, I realized that I was confining myself to the same delusionary freedom, so I stretched my powerful wings and flew off. The human tried to make me faint and return, but she paid the ultimate cost: The Pokemon whom willingly submitted were nothing more than charred bodies in a deep faint. I never returned, and I don't think I will. Soon I embarked on a journey of my own, journeying to the meadow of Blackthorn, talking to the Dratinis and Dragonairs. They agreed with me, but asked why they were Dragons when they lived in water, my opposite climate. A rhetorical question. As I flew off again, I contemplated this, wondering where I could find my answers. I realized only a truly wise Pokemon could answer me, so I alighted at the top of Mount Pyre. I forlornly looked around the graves, and sighed. I proceeded to stumble down the mountain, and came upon the cave of the Vulpix. Ninetales stood there, whispering their stories to their young, and when they saw me, smiled a little sadly, and turned. I asked my question, and they conferred. The leader of the pack turned to me and said that I probably was a Dragon, but the same foolish humans who wanted their immortality, their secrets, were in control, and would not bow down to our inner strength. So, they said, all Poke'mon knew the truth, but the humans didn't. They invited me to stay with them, but I refused. So I flew to my ancestral home of Mt. Silver, and remain there today, hoping, praying, that humans don't come and infringe on my own sanctity…
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How'd you like it? Please review! And um, please suggest more Pokemon. I already have Umbreon and Gengar to think about…
