Pokémon isn't mine. Simple as that. Read, review, enjoy. Now, where'd
that bag of M&M's go.
Sorrow is a feeling with many words and many explanations,
But few means of resolution.
It takes many forms
And many other emotions can join with sorrow,
Creating a jumble of sensations
Difficult to sort through and solve.
It is a great victory to overcome sorrow,
For more often then not we merely push it aside,
Hoping to forget what pains us.
However, unless we resolve our troubles
The sorrow will merely continue to plague us.
So many never learn this lesson.
Ruby
The faint sound of hooves on dirt was the only sound that could be heard on the trail. The procession was small, but it was slightly cheery. The black Persian at the front of the line pranced happily, meowing in delight about their recent victory over the Pewter Gym Leader. The ruby on her forehead glittered in the pale rays of sunlight that streamed down through the dense branches of the trees. Her green eyes matched the new leaves of spring appearing on every branch around them.
Shadow, as her trainer called her, was the first Pokémon friend the girl had found. As a small Meowth, she had been attacked by wild Spearows and had almost been killed, but the young girl had saved her and nursed the wounded Pokémon back to health.
That had been almost six years ago.
The Rapidash that brought up the end of the line marched on with head held high. His flaming mane flickered in as many patterns as the sun shining through the leaves above them. His huge black hooves made surprisingly little sound as they touched the earth. He almost seemed to walk on the breezes.
Windking, as the other Pokémon and his trainer knew him, had been her sixth Pokémon. As everyone knew, his spirit was free as the wind, hence his name. No one but his trainer and her other Pokémon friends could touch him without getting burned.
The girl had only been five when they met.
On the girl's shoulder was a white Pidgeotto. She occasionally cooed softly in delight at their first victory in a gym. Every few minutes the creature would ruffle her feathers, lightly touching her trainer's cheek with one gentle wing. Of course, if need be, that wing could become a powerful weapon.
Nightingale had been the fifth Pokémon the girl had received. The Pidgey had come willingly to her, and she had never put it into a Pokéball. Nightingale was a powerful fighter, but was also one of the gentlest Pokémon her trainer had.
She and Windking came on the same day.
A girl with nine friends. Ruby never thought of herself as a trainer. She thought of herself as a lonely girl who just wanted some company. Other kids had called her weird. They had called her 'Cat-girl' because of Shadow, and because of her expressive green eyes. When she suddenly popped up somewhere (which happened very often, because people paid little attention to her until she walked past) they called her 'Phantom.' Because she always wore red (her favorite color) some had even begun to call her 'Vampire.' And she knew better than anyone how much rejection hurt.
No one cared about her. That was how it sometimes felt. But then she would remember her Pokémon, her only friends, and she could smile. They cared about her, and for that love she would give everything, even her life, to protect them and keep them healthy.
A small smile played across her lips at Shadow's chattering. Usually the Persian was quiet and meditative. Now here she was, dancing for joy that one of her friends had beaten an Onix and a Geodude. It was hard for Ruby to keep from laughing. She reached down and lightly touched the six Pokéballs that held her other six friends.
Suddenly she swiped her hand across them all. Each ball opened, releasing a cloud of white energy that formed into a unique Pokémon. She crouched down and reached out one hand. Each Pokémon in turn placed their paw in her palm.
What the heck is she doing? Shane asked as he watched the girl from behind a tree. He had heard about the trainer called "Crimson Fury" and decided to beat her, just to prove that everyone was overreacting. Of course, the fact that she beat rock types with fire unnerved him a bit, but why should he worry? After all, he was an aspiring young trainer, well on his way to gaining his second badge. He already had six Pokémon, all of which were strong enough to pummel any trainer in the area. Could this really be the girl that was causing an uproar over all of Kanto?
He shook his head in confusion as he began to pick his way through the forest. All he wanted was to get ahead of the girl, get to a place where he wouldn't miss her pass. Thoughts of victory dazzled his mind.so much that he stepped on a twig. It cracked, a sound like a barrel of fireworks all going off in the still of the woods.
Shadow narrowed her jade green eyes. She carefully crept forward, each step seeming to pull her into the ground. Soon she was nothing more than a Persian's shadow on the sun-specked trail. Then the silhouette bounded off.
Shane was frightened. Please tell me I was just imagining it when that Persian turned into a shadow he pleaded to his mind. In seconds he was sure that what he had seen was real. The black Persian had melted into the shadows and was now coming after him.
Thoughts of escape were now the only thing running through his mind. He quickly, quietly slipped through the sparse undergrowth, coming out onto the trail. He breathed a sigh of relief.then drew his breath in sharply when he saw a four-foot three Charmeleon glaring at him. He took a step back and felt his leg brush against something feathery. Looking back, he saw a four-foot one Wartortle regarding him with mock amusement.
"You really shouldn't try to sneak up on people like that," Ruby said calmly. Blaster and Flicker walked over to her and she knelt down, rubbing the tops of their heads and under their chins. The Charmeleon began to emit a low growl of pleasure.
"Is that thing purring!?" Shane yelled. Ruby looked up at this newcomer. She was always strangely nervous around people. The fact that she had been able to dictate her attack suggestions to her Pokémon was incredible to her. With so many people around watching she was scared out of her mind. She gladly would have called the battle off, had her friends not wanted to try so badly.
The boy in front of her had tan hair, like the desert sands. His cerulean blue eyes were determined.to beat her. He wore a pale green shirt and navy blue jeans, and she could feel his explosive personality trying to gain strength enough to resist her Pokémon.
"Y'know, your temper's pretty stormy," she said as Shadow rematerialized beside her. She stood up again and began walking toward him. "You like cool colors, apparently, and." she trailed off and closed her eyes. Shane was looking at her, shocked.
"How did you know that?" he demanded. It was barely a question, more an order to reply.
"You've probably never seen the ocean during a big storm before, have you?" Ruby asked, opening her eyes again. She was already sure that he hadn't, so she continued. "The waves have explosive force, ready to annihilate anything that comes within their reach. The thunder cracks like a whip in the sky, making the very rocks tremble in fear. The lightning bursts down from the sky like an angry god wreaking vengeance upon those who have disobeyed his orders. Your personality reminds me of that." She had reached him, fixed him with those piercing emerald eyes. He cowered slightly, then she smiled and passed him.
At first Shane just stared after her and the Pokémon that followed her. Then he got his nerve back. "Hey, you're Crimson Fury, right!?" he called, running to catch up with the girl.
"Sorry, my name's Ruby. I knew a Crimson, but I never heard the word Fury attached to her name. She was too gentle for that." Shane was now walking alongside the girl, Ruby.
"Well, I want to battle you," he said, running forward and blocking her way. She stared at him with calm green eyes, a familiar look of sorrow on her face. Stealth glared up at Shane, then rubbed up against Ruby's leg.
"If you insist," she whispered. Shane turned and walked off a few paces, congratulating himself on getting to whip Ruby.or Crimson Fury, as more knew her.
Sorrow is a feeling with many words and many explanations,
But few means of resolution.
It takes many forms
And many other emotions can join with sorrow,
Creating a jumble of sensations
Difficult to sort through and solve.
It is a great victory to overcome sorrow,
For more often then not we merely push it aside,
Hoping to forget what pains us.
However, unless we resolve our troubles
The sorrow will merely continue to plague us.
So many never learn this lesson.
Ruby
The faint sound of hooves on dirt was the only sound that could be heard on the trail. The procession was small, but it was slightly cheery. The black Persian at the front of the line pranced happily, meowing in delight about their recent victory over the Pewter Gym Leader. The ruby on her forehead glittered in the pale rays of sunlight that streamed down through the dense branches of the trees. Her green eyes matched the new leaves of spring appearing on every branch around them.
Shadow, as her trainer called her, was the first Pokémon friend the girl had found. As a small Meowth, she had been attacked by wild Spearows and had almost been killed, but the young girl had saved her and nursed the wounded Pokémon back to health.
That had been almost six years ago.
The Rapidash that brought up the end of the line marched on with head held high. His flaming mane flickered in as many patterns as the sun shining through the leaves above them. His huge black hooves made surprisingly little sound as they touched the earth. He almost seemed to walk on the breezes.
Windking, as the other Pokémon and his trainer knew him, had been her sixth Pokémon. As everyone knew, his spirit was free as the wind, hence his name. No one but his trainer and her other Pokémon friends could touch him without getting burned.
The girl had only been five when they met.
On the girl's shoulder was a white Pidgeotto. She occasionally cooed softly in delight at their first victory in a gym. Every few minutes the creature would ruffle her feathers, lightly touching her trainer's cheek with one gentle wing. Of course, if need be, that wing could become a powerful weapon.
Nightingale had been the fifth Pokémon the girl had received. The Pidgey had come willingly to her, and she had never put it into a Pokéball. Nightingale was a powerful fighter, but was also one of the gentlest Pokémon her trainer had.
She and Windking came on the same day.
A girl with nine friends. Ruby never thought of herself as a trainer. She thought of herself as a lonely girl who just wanted some company. Other kids had called her weird. They had called her 'Cat-girl' because of Shadow, and because of her expressive green eyes. When she suddenly popped up somewhere (which happened very often, because people paid little attention to her until she walked past) they called her 'Phantom.' Because she always wore red (her favorite color) some had even begun to call her 'Vampire.' And she knew better than anyone how much rejection hurt.
No one cared about her. That was how it sometimes felt. But then she would remember her Pokémon, her only friends, and she could smile. They cared about her, and for that love she would give everything, even her life, to protect them and keep them healthy.
A small smile played across her lips at Shadow's chattering. Usually the Persian was quiet and meditative. Now here she was, dancing for joy that one of her friends had beaten an Onix and a Geodude. It was hard for Ruby to keep from laughing. She reached down and lightly touched the six Pokéballs that held her other six friends.
Suddenly she swiped her hand across them all. Each ball opened, releasing a cloud of white energy that formed into a unique Pokémon. She crouched down and reached out one hand. Each Pokémon in turn placed their paw in her palm.
What the heck is she doing? Shane asked as he watched the girl from behind a tree. He had heard about the trainer called "Crimson Fury" and decided to beat her, just to prove that everyone was overreacting. Of course, the fact that she beat rock types with fire unnerved him a bit, but why should he worry? After all, he was an aspiring young trainer, well on his way to gaining his second badge. He already had six Pokémon, all of which were strong enough to pummel any trainer in the area. Could this really be the girl that was causing an uproar over all of Kanto?
He shook his head in confusion as he began to pick his way through the forest. All he wanted was to get ahead of the girl, get to a place where he wouldn't miss her pass. Thoughts of victory dazzled his mind.so much that he stepped on a twig. It cracked, a sound like a barrel of fireworks all going off in the still of the woods.
Shadow narrowed her jade green eyes. She carefully crept forward, each step seeming to pull her into the ground. Soon she was nothing more than a Persian's shadow on the sun-specked trail. Then the silhouette bounded off.
Shane was frightened. Please tell me I was just imagining it when that Persian turned into a shadow he pleaded to his mind. In seconds he was sure that what he had seen was real. The black Persian had melted into the shadows and was now coming after him.
Thoughts of escape were now the only thing running through his mind. He quickly, quietly slipped through the sparse undergrowth, coming out onto the trail. He breathed a sigh of relief.then drew his breath in sharply when he saw a four-foot three Charmeleon glaring at him. He took a step back and felt his leg brush against something feathery. Looking back, he saw a four-foot one Wartortle regarding him with mock amusement.
"You really shouldn't try to sneak up on people like that," Ruby said calmly. Blaster and Flicker walked over to her and she knelt down, rubbing the tops of their heads and under their chins. The Charmeleon began to emit a low growl of pleasure.
"Is that thing purring!?" Shane yelled. Ruby looked up at this newcomer. She was always strangely nervous around people. The fact that she had been able to dictate her attack suggestions to her Pokémon was incredible to her. With so many people around watching she was scared out of her mind. She gladly would have called the battle off, had her friends not wanted to try so badly.
The boy in front of her had tan hair, like the desert sands. His cerulean blue eyes were determined.to beat her. He wore a pale green shirt and navy blue jeans, and she could feel his explosive personality trying to gain strength enough to resist her Pokémon.
"Y'know, your temper's pretty stormy," she said as Shadow rematerialized beside her. She stood up again and began walking toward him. "You like cool colors, apparently, and." she trailed off and closed her eyes. Shane was looking at her, shocked.
"How did you know that?" he demanded. It was barely a question, more an order to reply.
"You've probably never seen the ocean during a big storm before, have you?" Ruby asked, opening her eyes again. She was already sure that he hadn't, so she continued. "The waves have explosive force, ready to annihilate anything that comes within their reach. The thunder cracks like a whip in the sky, making the very rocks tremble in fear. The lightning bursts down from the sky like an angry god wreaking vengeance upon those who have disobeyed his orders. Your personality reminds me of that." She had reached him, fixed him with those piercing emerald eyes. He cowered slightly, then she smiled and passed him.
At first Shane just stared after her and the Pokémon that followed her. Then he got his nerve back. "Hey, you're Crimson Fury, right!?" he called, running to catch up with the girl.
"Sorry, my name's Ruby. I knew a Crimson, but I never heard the word Fury attached to her name. She was too gentle for that." Shane was now walking alongside the girl, Ruby.
"Well, I want to battle you," he said, running forward and blocking her way. She stared at him with calm green eyes, a familiar look of sorrow on her face. Stealth glared up at Shane, then rubbed up against Ruby's leg.
"If you insist," she whispered. Shane turned and walked off a few paces, congratulating himself on getting to whip Ruby.or Crimson Fury, as more knew her.