-- PROLUGUE --
I hear a familiar whistle. I look up, and see my trainer approaching, along with him the other trainers. All the Growlithe perk their ears and run up to their trainers, the kind hearted police officers who train us and take good care of us.
I'm a police dog. And so are these Growlithe.
It's time for training. To protect the town from evil. From bad people who want to make our city a scary place to live.
We live in Celadon City. Celadon City is very big. We police dogs play a big role to the citizens. Our job isn't an easy job, or a safe one. We sweat every day of our lives, training to be good police dogs. We put our lives on the line to protect these citizens. These citizens who rarely consider the danger, the true danger of our jobs.
Yes. I'm a police dog. But ... I'm also a Houndour.
These other Growlithe have accepted me. I am one of them, although I am a symbol of evil. The species Houndour, with its evil, mean appearance has always been regarded as the Pokèmon used by evil people. Team Rocket, thieves, and the rest. Houndour have always been thought of as selfish, heartless, and purely evil, the arch enemy of all Growlithe. And of all who do good.
How many times must one stress the fact that no Pokèmon is born evil? And all Pokèmon must take commands from their trainers, no matter what their trainer believes in.
And as I happily race to my beloved trainer, my caring, loving, undiscriminating trainer, I reflect on all the hard work that I had to do to even get into the police force.
-- CHAPTER 1 --
I heard sounds. Persistent sounds.
tap, tap, tap, tap
It's dark.
I pushed and kicked against the walls that surrounded me.
Crack ... crack, crack
Light filtered in as I felt the walls gave way. My feet were free. I kicked them out and I felt small things falling on me.
I continued pushing and growling, straining to break out of this dark prison.
Crack, crackle, crick
I pushed off the bits of wall that still hung on to me. Suddenly I pushed off one piece covering my face. What was this place that lay before me?
Tall, bushy green things shooting up, on top of lumpy, hard-looking brown things, which went onto the flat surface I was sitting on. I was frightened of these things.
I then noticed bits of crunchy white things all around me. I sniffed a big piece. It had my scent on it. Cautiously I put my paw on it.
CRUNCH!
I pulled back my paw and gasped. What was this place?
It was then that I noticed things falling from above. One struck me on the nose, making me look inquisitivly up at the dark, gray openness above me. Many were falling! And when they hit, they splattered into many small ones which instantly disappeared into the green, soft surface I was sitting on.
Then I felt something hitting me. It was cold. I looked, but couldn't find it. The tall, bushy green things waved around. Maybe they felt it too? The soft green surface which I sat on, it was waving about very slightly. It must have felt it.
Suddenly it hit very hard. Even the white things about me blew some distance away. It was so hard that I could hear it. Howling, it sounded like.
I was scared, I tried standing up, but found it very wobbly. I fell backwards, and landed on my back. I then found myself staring into the eyes of something else. It was blue with long, wavy strands of purple something coming from its head. What was this? Then it moved, and blinked, and sniffed me.
I tried to get away, but I fell again.
"It's okay, don't be scared." It said. "My two friends and I have been watching you for a while. We found your egg just yesterday."
Then I noticed two other creatures approaching. A yellow one and an orange one.
"I'm Suicune." Said the the blue creature I first saw. It pointed to the yellow creature. "That's Raikou." Pointing to the orange creature he said, "That's Entei."
Raikou and Entei smiled.
"We wondered when you would hatch." Said Raikou.
"We had no idea what may be inside." Entei told me.
"Now we know." Suicune said with a smile. "You're a Houndour."
He walked some short distance away. "Look over here, in this mud puddle."
I trusted him. I did as he said, and saw something staring back at me.
"That's you." Said Entei. "That's what you look like."
This was all very strange. "That's me?" I asked. This was the first time I had tried to speak.
"Yes. Watch this." Raikou stood next to me over the puddle. His reflection appeared too.
Suddenly a huge roar filled the air.
"Thunder." Said Suicune. "We had better get you some shelter or you'll probably get sick."
Entei picked me up in his jaws and the three raced off.
We stopped at a cave.
"This is our den." Said Suicune. "We meet here."
Entei put me down. "You see, we're very rare Pokèmon."
Raikou sighed. "Yes. Rare, as in, the only ones of our kind. Pokèmon trainers are always after us. But ... but we want to be free."
"We hide out here a lot." Said Suicune. "But we like to be outside. But so many trainers are after us. So we either stay here or risk getting caught. We sleep here, but during the day we spend our time outdoors."
"Won't you get caught?" I asked.
"Not if we keep a look out for danger." Entei responded as he scratched his ear with a hind leg. "You have to be alert at all times."
So we spent the rest of the day in the cave. During this time, the three explained things to me. I was just a hatchling. I learned the "tall, bushy green things" were trees. The "soft, green surface" was grass. And the invisible force that made the trees and grass blow was called the wind.
It was a lot to learn, but I was having fun doing it.
A week passed. My three "foster parents" were taking good care of me. I think they enjoyed it too. Even Entei's hard, stern expression seemed soft.
Everday I played outside in the field just outside the cave. There was never anyone around, so I never had to worry about trainers. Now and then I ran into Caterpie, or Weedle. They never gave me any trouble and I never bothered them.
Nearly every morning Suicune would take me out to different places while we searched for breakfast. His favorite spot was the Lake of Rage, because of the thick forests that blocked us from the view of trainers.
I was scared of trainers. I hoped I would never be caught. They were my greatest fear. The very word "trainer" sent chills down my spine and made me sweat.
But it didn't matter how much I hoped the day would never come that I would have to face my fear of trainers. Because one cold, chilly day, danger hit.
I hear a familiar whistle. I look up, and see my trainer approaching, along with him the other trainers. All the Growlithe perk their ears and run up to their trainers, the kind hearted police officers who train us and take good care of us.
I'm a police dog. And so are these Growlithe.
It's time for training. To protect the town from evil. From bad people who want to make our city a scary place to live.
We live in Celadon City. Celadon City is very big. We police dogs play a big role to the citizens. Our job isn't an easy job, or a safe one. We sweat every day of our lives, training to be good police dogs. We put our lives on the line to protect these citizens. These citizens who rarely consider the danger, the true danger of our jobs.
Yes. I'm a police dog. But ... I'm also a Houndour.
These other Growlithe have accepted me. I am one of them, although I am a symbol of evil. The species Houndour, with its evil, mean appearance has always been regarded as the Pokèmon used by evil people. Team Rocket, thieves, and the rest. Houndour have always been thought of as selfish, heartless, and purely evil, the arch enemy of all Growlithe. And of all who do good.
How many times must one stress the fact that no Pokèmon is born evil? And all Pokèmon must take commands from their trainers, no matter what their trainer believes in.
And as I happily race to my beloved trainer, my caring, loving, undiscriminating trainer, I reflect on all the hard work that I had to do to even get into the police force.
-- CHAPTER 1 --
I heard sounds. Persistent sounds.
tap, tap, tap, tap
It's dark.
I pushed and kicked against the walls that surrounded me.
Crack ... crack, crack
Light filtered in as I felt the walls gave way. My feet were free. I kicked them out and I felt small things falling on me.
I continued pushing and growling, straining to break out of this dark prison.
Crack, crackle, crick
I pushed off the bits of wall that still hung on to me. Suddenly I pushed off one piece covering my face. What was this place that lay before me?
Tall, bushy green things shooting up, on top of lumpy, hard-looking brown things, which went onto the flat surface I was sitting on. I was frightened of these things.
I then noticed bits of crunchy white things all around me. I sniffed a big piece. It had my scent on it. Cautiously I put my paw on it.
CRUNCH!
I pulled back my paw and gasped. What was this place?
It was then that I noticed things falling from above. One struck me on the nose, making me look inquisitivly up at the dark, gray openness above me. Many were falling! And when they hit, they splattered into many small ones which instantly disappeared into the green, soft surface I was sitting on.
Then I felt something hitting me. It was cold. I looked, but couldn't find it. The tall, bushy green things waved around. Maybe they felt it too? The soft green surface which I sat on, it was waving about very slightly. It must have felt it.
Suddenly it hit very hard. Even the white things about me blew some distance away. It was so hard that I could hear it. Howling, it sounded like.
I was scared, I tried standing up, but found it very wobbly. I fell backwards, and landed on my back. I then found myself staring into the eyes of something else. It was blue with long, wavy strands of purple something coming from its head. What was this? Then it moved, and blinked, and sniffed me.
I tried to get away, but I fell again.
"It's okay, don't be scared." It said. "My two friends and I have been watching you for a while. We found your egg just yesterday."
Then I noticed two other creatures approaching. A yellow one and an orange one.
"I'm Suicune." Said the the blue creature I first saw. It pointed to the yellow creature. "That's Raikou." Pointing to the orange creature he said, "That's Entei."
Raikou and Entei smiled.
"We wondered when you would hatch." Said Raikou.
"We had no idea what may be inside." Entei told me.
"Now we know." Suicune said with a smile. "You're a Houndour."
He walked some short distance away. "Look over here, in this mud puddle."
I trusted him. I did as he said, and saw something staring back at me.
"That's you." Said Entei. "That's what you look like."
This was all very strange. "That's me?" I asked. This was the first time I had tried to speak.
"Yes. Watch this." Raikou stood next to me over the puddle. His reflection appeared too.
Suddenly a huge roar filled the air.
"Thunder." Said Suicune. "We had better get you some shelter or you'll probably get sick."
Entei picked me up in his jaws and the three raced off.
We stopped at a cave.
"This is our den." Said Suicune. "We meet here."
Entei put me down. "You see, we're very rare Pokèmon."
Raikou sighed. "Yes. Rare, as in, the only ones of our kind. Pokèmon trainers are always after us. But ... but we want to be free."
"We hide out here a lot." Said Suicune. "But we like to be outside. But so many trainers are after us. So we either stay here or risk getting caught. We sleep here, but during the day we spend our time outdoors."
"Won't you get caught?" I asked.
"Not if we keep a look out for danger." Entei responded as he scratched his ear with a hind leg. "You have to be alert at all times."
So we spent the rest of the day in the cave. During this time, the three explained things to me. I was just a hatchling. I learned the "tall, bushy green things" were trees. The "soft, green surface" was grass. And the invisible force that made the trees and grass blow was called the wind.
It was a lot to learn, but I was having fun doing it.
A week passed. My three "foster parents" were taking good care of me. I think they enjoyed it too. Even Entei's hard, stern expression seemed soft.
Everday I played outside in the field just outside the cave. There was never anyone around, so I never had to worry about trainers. Now and then I ran into Caterpie, or Weedle. They never gave me any trouble and I never bothered them.
Nearly every morning Suicune would take me out to different places while we searched for breakfast. His favorite spot was the Lake of Rage, because of the thick forests that blocked us from the view of trainers.
I was scared of trainers. I hoped I would never be caught. They were my greatest fear. The very word "trainer" sent chills down my spine and made me sweat.
But it didn't matter how much I hoped the day would never come that I would have to face my fear of trainers. Because one cold, chilly day, danger hit.