DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights to Poke'mon, there for I am only
borrowing the characters. Poke'mon are a copyright of Nintendo 1995-2001
The Dreams Legacy
Chapter 1: Mystic Routing
"No! How could I have lost? I was so strong! Please don't let it end this way, not here!" the young man screams into the cold night. The bright lights beating down and the boos and cheers from the crowd overloading his system. Then it hits him like a ton of bricks "I lost... for the first time in this league I lost... and too him! How?" the wave of hatred, sadness and despair wiped over him. The sorrow of his defeat to this youngster, this... child swelled inside him until he could take it no more. He burst into tears as the entire crowd booed his poor sportsmanship and he is dragged out of the stadium. In the darkness, he opens his eyes.
The familiar scene of his room meets his eye. Thomas sits up. He is short for his age with brown laid hair that falls neatly to either side. As he sits up in his bed his eyes wonder around the room. "Not again..." he thinks, "not the dream again... just one week before my 11th and it comes in more strong, less blurred... how can this be? Is it an omen? Am I truly not to become a Poke'mon trainer?" as he looked at the posters and dolls of all his favorite poke'mon around the room he knew this was his calling and there would be no way around it, not even some silly dreams. He lay his head back down on his pillow and had one last thought before falling asleep, "wouldn't it be great to actually make it that far? Papa would have been proud if I had actually get that far."
The Dreams Legacy
Chapter 1: Mystic Routing
"No! How could I have lost? I was so strong! Please don't let it end this way, not here!" the young man screams into the cold night. The bright lights beating down and the boos and cheers from the crowd overloading his system. Then it hits him like a ton of bricks "I lost... for the first time in this league I lost... and too him! How?" the wave of hatred, sadness and despair wiped over him. The sorrow of his defeat to this youngster, this... child swelled inside him until he could take it no more. He burst into tears as the entire crowd booed his poor sportsmanship and he is dragged out of the stadium. In the darkness, he opens his eyes.
The familiar scene of his room meets his eye. Thomas sits up. He is short for his age with brown laid hair that falls neatly to either side. As he sits up in his bed his eyes wonder around the room. "Not again..." he thinks, "not the dream again... just one week before my 11th and it comes in more strong, less blurred... how can this be? Is it an omen? Am I truly not to become a Poke'mon trainer?" as he looked at the posters and dolls of all his favorite poke'mon around the room he knew this was his calling and there would be no way around it, not even some silly dreams. He lay his head back down on his pillow and had one last thought before falling asleep, "wouldn't it be great to actually make it that far? Papa would have been proud if I had actually get that far."