One day, at school, we had a mathematics competition, with a gift voucher
at the local pokémart as the grand prize. I won, as I had natural skill in
maths. So at the end of the day, I decided to go to the mart and see what I
could buy. Humility was resting in his pokéball, so Charmander was walking
with me, for company. I must admit I got lost; it's pretty easy to in such
a big place! We went down a dark alley, where there was a shadowy figure. I
knew we'd gone the wrong way, but the man grabbed me from behind.
Charmander must have been scared, because he returned himself.
So there I was, caught in strong arms, with a hand over my mouth. I tried to bite it, but I couldn't. I wasn't too strong then. I don't know what the guy was planning to do to me, I guess he wanted to ransom me or something, because next thing I knew, I was in a building, tied up.
The guy mustn't have seen my pokéballs, or he didn't expect a nine year old to have any. Either way, Charmander managed to release himself. I was incredibly glad to see him, I mean, I was tied up! Charmander set a flame on the ropes that surrounded me, I tried not to make a noise, but it was hard. I yelped in pain when I felt the flaming rope on my bare arm, and my captor turned around, suddenly. "Stupid kid! I'll fix your Charmander!!" he said, and grabbed a pokéball from his waist. An Eevee appeared. It looked pretty scared. "Eevee! Sand attack!" A spray of sand covered us, getting into Charmander's eyes (and mine). The poor thing. My mouth was full of sand, making it impossible for me to give Charmander orders. But the fire pokémon seemed to be okay on its own, it started scratching Eevee furiously. Soon the smaller pokémon was fainted. My kidnapper didn't like this at all. He sent out another pokémon, this one was an Electrode. Charmander seemed to be in a rage, furiously slashing the round pokémon. Too bad that didn't hurt it. The white and red pokémon exploded in a flash of white light, sending Charmander flying into the wall. This didn't defeat him, though. He roared in anguish, and suddenly, burst into flames, before appearing again, this time darker red, with a horn on its head, and much sharper looking claws. The new pokémon started slashing away at the man, but he didn't stay. My kidnapper released a Pidgeot, and he flew off. The house I was in was smouldering to the ground, and I saw the poor Eevee, left behind. I felt sorry for it, being raised by a mean trainer like that. The Eevee was definitely hurt badly, so I captured it, in Charmander, no, Charmeleon's pokéball. Then we ran to the street, and it was easy to find the pokémon centre. Mum wasn't there, and I don't think anyone recognised me when I gave the nurse there my Eevee's pokéball. I ran home once I was sure the pokémon would be all right, to see a lot of police cars outside my house. When I arrived in, with Charmeleon, officer Jenny, between hugs from my mother and father, bombarded me with questions. I couldn't really describe the guy who kidnapped me, I didn't get a good enough look at him, what with his back being to me most of the time, and sand filling the air when his Eevee used sand attack.
Poor Jenny, she didn't have much to go on, just that he had an Electrode and Pidgeot with him. One of the questions she asked was, "Were you confident your pokémon would be able to deter your kidnapper?" I nodded in reply, saying, "Yes, I've got total faith in him." I think it was about then I decided to name my Charmeleon Faith.
Not long after, I went back to the pokémon centre, to see how Eevee was doing. I was relieved to hear that he was fine. I had been told I was allowed to keep the small Eevee, because it was obvious its trainer was unlikely to come back for it, what with being wanted by the city's police force. I didn't have a name for Eevee yet, he was very quiet, and did only what he was told. Whenever I petted him, he cringed, as if expecting a harder blow. I felt sorry for it, so I let it stay out of its pokéball for as long as it liked, and gave it a spot by the fire to sleep, in a basket that Persian's are usually treated to.
So, for a while, we left Eevee to do his own thing. The poor guy. I couldn't wait until the next year, when I'd have a licence to be a proper pokémon trainer, and go to defeat gym leaders, and perhaps even enter the pokémon league! But for now, making this Eevee have self-confidence would be the best idea. Unfortunately, with all my efforts, I couldn't get the small pokémon to trust me.
Well, it went on like that, until my eleventh birthday. That was when I got my pokémon licence (Mum was a bit too protective to let me leave before then). There wasn't really much else to get, I mean, I didn't need anything else. I got a cool pokégear with loads of cards, and Mum had managed to get a complete set of HMs - kewlies!
So there I was, caught in strong arms, with a hand over my mouth. I tried to bite it, but I couldn't. I wasn't too strong then. I don't know what the guy was planning to do to me, I guess he wanted to ransom me or something, because next thing I knew, I was in a building, tied up.
The guy mustn't have seen my pokéballs, or he didn't expect a nine year old to have any. Either way, Charmander managed to release himself. I was incredibly glad to see him, I mean, I was tied up! Charmander set a flame on the ropes that surrounded me, I tried not to make a noise, but it was hard. I yelped in pain when I felt the flaming rope on my bare arm, and my captor turned around, suddenly. "Stupid kid! I'll fix your Charmander!!" he said, and grabbed a pokéball from his waist. An Eevee appeared. It looked pretty scared. "Eevee! Sand attack!" A spray of sand covered us, getting into Charmander's eyes (and mine). The poor thing. My mouth was full of sand, making it impossible for me to give Charmander orders. But the fire pokémon seemed to be okay on its own, it started scratching Eevee furiously. Soon the smaller pokémon was fainted. My kidnapper didn't like this at all. He sent out another pokémon, this one was an Electrode. Charmander seemed to be in a rage, furiously slashing the round pokémon. Too bad that didn't hurt it. The white and red pokémon exploded in a flash of white light, sending Charmander flying into the wall. This didn't defeat him, though. He roared in anguish, and suddenly, burst into flames, before appearing again, this time darker red, with a horn on its head, and much sharper looking claws. The new pokémon started slashing away at the man, but he didn't stay. My kidnapper released a Pidgeot, and he flew off. The house I was in was smouldering to the ground, and I saw the poor Eevee, left behind. I felt sorry for it, being raised by a mean trainer like that. The Eevee was definitely hurt badly, so I captured it, in Charmander, no, Charmeleon's pokéball. Then we ran to the street, and it was easy to find the pokémon centre. Mum wasn't there, and I don't think anyone recognised me when I gave the nurse there my Eevee's pokéball. I ran home once I was sure the pokémon would be all right, to see a lot of police cars outside my house. When I arrived in, with Charmeleon, officer Jenny, between hugs from my mother and father, bombarded me with questions. I couldn't really describe the guy who kidnapped me, I didn't get a good enough look at him, what with his back being to me most of the time, and sand filling the air when his Eevee used sand attack.
Poor Jenny, she didn't have much to go on, just that he had an Electrode and Pidgeot with him. One of the questions she asked was, "Were you confident your pokémon would be able to deter your kidnapper?" I nodded in reply, saying, "Yes, I've got total faith in him." I think it was about then I decided to name my Charmeleon Faith.
Not long after, I went back to the pokémon centre, to see how Eevee was doing. I was relieved to hear that he was fine. I had been told I was allowed to keep the small Eevee, because it was obvious its trainer was unlikely to come back for it, what with being wanted by the city's police force. I didn't have a name for Eevee yet, he was very quiet, and did only what he was told. Whenever I petted him, he cringed, as if expecting a harder blow. I felt sorry for it, so I let it stay out of its pokéball for as long as it liked, and gave it a spot by the fire to sleep, in a basket that Persian's are usually treated to.
So, for a while, we left Eevee to do his own thing. The poor guy. I couldn't wait until the next year, when I'd have a licence to be a proper pokémon trainer, and go to defeat gym leaders, and perhaps even enter the pokémon league! But for now, making this Eevee have self-confidence would be the best idea. Unfortunately, with all my efforts, I couldn't get the small pokémon to trust me.
Well, it went on like that, until my eleventh birthday. That was when I got my pokémon licence (Mum was a bit too protective to let me leave before then). There wasn't really much else to get, I mean, I didn't need anything else. I got a cool pokégear with loads of cards, and Mum had managed to get a complete set of HMs - kewlies!