Not A Snag
I own nothing but my own Ideas
A reporter enters the room. She is here to interview the hero of Orre who stopped the Cipher organization. Well, the second coming of it really.
A child enters the room. He has red hair and green eyes. He is younger then expected, but carries himself differently then most children. It is an air of importance, of seriousness, of an invisible weight on his shoulders. It was the look of one torn from childhood ,and forced to grow up too fast. Being forced to become a snagger amidst the dealings of Cipher, would do that to someone.
"My name is Micheal, and I am both a hero and snagger of Orre." He began softly. "Some might call me the greatest snagger. That is not true. That title belongs to Wes. I am the only one who has- so far- avoided being impersonated and shunned. I am only doing this to try and avoid that fate. Poor Rui doesn't like being famous any more then I do. "
The Reporter winced. He had hit the Orre's biggest failing. The treatment of Wes. Chasing their hero out of the region he saved was pretty shameful. The fact that-when they found they had been duped- they still hadn't done anything about it, except praise Rui to high heavens. Rui had left the region in disgust after that.
" I agreed to do this because… well a part of me is hoping that this will prevent future generations from snagging, but I know better. I'm not as naive as I once was. So I'm not even sure. Take this as a warning." Michael continued, flustered.
The reporter decided to take this opportunity to ask the first question. "What was your first Pokémon?"
" My first Pokémon ever was an Eevee. He is my favorite Pokémon too. Not because of his type, but because of who gave him to me." Michael told her solemnly
" And who gave him to you?" The reporter asked.
" My Father" He answered softly
She gestured him to continue
"It's the last thing, last memory I have of him." He began in the same sad tone. "He was going to the Kanto region for an operation. I didn't know it would be the last time I would see him, that he would die."
He looked down and sighed before continuing. "At the time, I was mad at him for something. I cant even remember what now, but luckily he sought me out. He told me " Son the Orre is a dangerous place" then gave me a hug and slipped a Poké ball in my back pocket."
He smiled "That Eevee became my best friend. He still is."
"That was a touching story." The reporter told him. "Did you become that close with your first shadow Pokémon?"
He stared into space "My first shadow Pokémon? No we weren't close. Unfortunately, I wasn't nearly as used to shadow Pokémon as I am now. My first shadow Pokémon was a Teddiursa, and we didn't exactly develop a memorable relationship. Teddiursa was the first shadow Pokémon, the tip of an ice burg I cracked open. In the flood that followed she isn't memorable. I think I opened her heart, then gave her to Jovi to look after"
The reporter sensed he was getting annoyed with this, and they were running out of time. She turned to Mr. Pevensie, the camera man. "And that's all the time we have for today! See you next week." And he cut the camera.
Michael scowled at her and left as quietly as he came.
Really she could never win with clients.
Oh Michael hates reporters.
Orre is one of the darkest Pokémon games, but it gets so little attention, but I love it.
Going through my old stuff is kind of strange, but I figure this is a important to younger me, and anyone who was curious.