The Dawn of Warizard

The charizard stretched, carefully avoiding moving its injured wing. Its last beating had nearly snapped the thin wing bone in two. With a growl, it glanced around the room. It was very protective of its territory, and would chase of or kill any pokémon that dared approached it. Even its master with his club and whip tended to avoid the area.
A small commotion rose from the house. The master must be drinking again. All the more reason to be out tonight. The charizard rose and carefully slid out of its dwelling, which was little more than a collapsed shack. Keeping its tail flame well hidden under its wing, it hurried off for an all too brief respite from its dreary and cruel existence.
A full moon was rising as it crested the near hill. Without so much as a glance behind, it hurried on before its master would notice it had left.
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A few hours had passed when a darkened form of a man appeared, lumbering awkwardly across the hills. The charizard watched as he tripped over a rock, cursing as he fell. It cowered into the side of the hill, trying to hide its flaming tail, but it was too late, its master had spotted it. With an angry shout, he ran towards the charizard. As soon as he caught up with it, he unleashed a series of kicks and punches, paired with a steady stream of curses. The charizard turned and scrambled to get away, climbing to the top of the hill before collapsing. Its mind whirled with anger, and its tail flame grew blindingly bright with the energy its hate had released.
The charizard roared in agony as the tremendous energy flowed through its body. It had to find a way to release, to use it, or it would be better off dead.
In the sky, the full moon had reached its peak, and it was now midnight.
With a great roar, the charizard summoned all its strength, and it began to evolve. All the anger and hate it had lived with had become the very fiber of its being. Now it had evolved into a completely new creature, the evil fire pokémon known as Warizard.
Warizard leapt towards its former master, delivering a smashing blow that knocked him far down the side of the hill. Satisfied for the moment, it decided to wait to deliver the final revenge, and flew off into the night.



Author's Note: This is all I've written and all I intend on ever writing. But if you want to write more about my made-up pokémon Warizard, feel free. Just please e-mail me to let me know if you do.