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STORY OF A DREAMER - JOSIE
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CHAPTER ONE
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"Hey, Dreamer!" My brother, only a few minutes older than me, who was sitting high above me in a tree, brought me back into the real world. "Get up here now! Bet you can't climb higher than me."
"Bet I can," I challenged, immediately mounting the foot of the tree and beginning to climb. I'd got just below him when I realised there was no way I could go any further. My claws were not sharp enough to grip the tree, and there were no branches higher than where he was sitting watching me. I made an instantaneous decision and leapt onto the branch, landing right next to him. The motion of the tree caused him to fly high in the air and as he landed back on the branch he caused me to do the same. I propelled myself towards the centre of the tree, where a single branch jutted out, the highest one on the tree. I landed. As I looked down I saw my brother still on the branch, a gazed expression on his face, looking back up at me. I laughed.
"Told you I could!" I yelled down at him. As my gaze left his face, I noticed the sun. From up here I felt closer to it than I ever had before. I had to hide my eyes away from the light which threatened to blind me, but as it disappeared behind a cloud I looked again, not able to take my eyes away. That was until I heard a scream. I blinked and looked away from the sun. Glancing down I saw something on the ground, next to the tree's trunk. My brother was still on the tree, but was now a few branches below, hanging on with his claws, desperately trying not to let go.
"Wait there!" I shouted. Navigating the tree, it took me less than ten seconds to dismount it and reach the place where my brother was hanging. I reached down as far as I could with my paws, but it was no good, they wouldn't go down far enough. Then I had a better idea, turning around I allowed my tail to hang down. It easily reached him.
"Grab onto it!" I shouted.
"But I'll fall…" he murmured.
"No you won't," I replied confidently. "I can hold you." A moment later I heard a tug and realised he had grabbed on.
"You ready?" I asked, feeling the strain of his weight. As he acknowledged that he was, I gathered all my strength and jumped. I only just managed to reach the branch I had been heading for, but as I landed I knew I had made it. With one final burst of strength I pulled him up until he sat beside me on the branch, looking terrified and exhausted.
"Thanks…" he said. "You saved my life!"
"Don't be so melodramatic," I laughed, glad that it was over. "How did you manage to fall?"
"Something hit me on the head. I don't know what, I'd already fallen by the time it landed." I suddenly remembered something. Before I had noticed my brother hanging from the tree I had spotted something on the ground by the tree. It had looked like a Pokemon. Not saying another word, I leapt down the last few branches to the ground and ran up to the creature. It was a Pidgey. It was unconscious, and its' tiny wing was bent at an awkward angle. It needed help. It took no hesitation for me to take hold of it and try and pick it up. However, it was heavier than I predicted and I had to be careful not to drop it as I placed it down again.
"Hey! I shouted to my brother, who was standing a few yards away, a sceptical look on his face. "I need some help, I can't carry it on my own."
"Mum'll kill us if we take that home! You know that don't you?" I knew he was right. Yet I couldn't leave the creature to die, it wasn't right.
"I don't care," I replied rebelliously. "It needs help and we're going to give it some."
"OK," he agreed. I could see he was reluctant, but that wasn't what was important. What was foremost in my mind was saving this Pidgey. With my brothers help, it was easy to carry the injured bird, but we still made slow progress back home, and all the way I was afraid we might get there too late.
oo00O00oo
When we returned home, mother and father were in the middle of an argument. My mother was a Pikachu like myself, warm hearted and always willing to help us. My father had evolved into a Raichu soon after I was born and I always secretly admired him, and hoped that I would evolve soon as well. I found it unusual that they were squabbling they didn't do it often, but as we got closer we realised they were arguing about us.
"You shouldn't allow them to go off on their own!" my mother said. "There are dangers out there even we can't comprehend. Who knows what's happened to them!"
"We've got to allow them their independence. They're going to leave sooner or later."
"Not yet they're not, they're far too young to leave home. And I'm worried about them."
"OK… OK I'll go and fetch them. But I assure you they'll be fine." Father left mother sitting by a tree and begun to wander off in the opposite direction to where we had headed from, it was obvious he had no idea where we were.
"No need!" I shouted, not allowing him to get too far away. "We're back." We made our way right into the clearing, placing the Pidgey on the ground in the centre.
"Where have you two been!" mum shrieked so loud I had to cover my ears. "I've been so worried about you!"
"Calm down mum," my brother replied. "We were only a few metres away from the clearing.
"Mum…" I interrupted. "We found this in the forest. It's badly injured." I revealed the bird, hoping she would be able to help.
"Dreamer!" she exclaimed. "I've told you before, don't bring stray Pokemon here. It's mother will be along to find it – have you ever seen a Pidgeot attack? One of those killed my brother!"
"I'm sorry mum," I said. She'd never told me that story before. I found myself wishing I had, bringing Pidgey here had obviously upset her. However, I couldn't take it back, it obviously needed help. "We have to help it. Its' mother didn't seem bothered about it, or it wouldn't have been there so long."
"We have to let nature take its course. It's a weakling." I looked at her, my eyes pleading, hoping desperately that she would change her mind. If I let the bird die, I would feel guilty about it for the rest of my life. I kept staring at her, and I saw that slowly, her face softened.
"OK," she said finally. "But this is the last time, all right?"
"All right," I said, feeling a grin forming on my face. Inside though, I was disappointed. I would have been happy to continue saving other Pokemon, but I couldn't do it without my mother, and she wouldn't allow it. I watched in silence as her and father helped carry the injured Pidgey to shelter, and I prayed to the moon, that the same person who had created the Pidgey, would save it.
oo00O00oo
Three hours later, and after a lot of care and attention, the Pidgey I had saved had regained consciousness. Mother had done everything she could for it, and I had sat by it until this time. Seeing it's tiny eyes reveal themselves caused me to breath a sigh of relief. It had looked hopeless, every minute it had been asleep made it closer to death. Seeing it awake was one of the best things I would ever see. After getting over the shock of seeing it wake up I fetched mother, who was resting in another part of the clearing. Even though she hadn't wanted to take in the Pidgey, I could see a look of relief on her face as I informed her that it was awake. When I had told her the news I went back to see how the Pidgey was doing.
"Where am I?" it squeaked as I sat down beside it.
"Don't worry," I replied. "You're safe." The Pidgey took one look at me, its' eyes widened and it began to shout.
"Help!" it shrieked. "HELP!!" At that moment, to my horror, mother came up to us. She had heard the shouting.
"Dreamer!" she exclaimed. "Make it keep quiet, or Pidgeot will come and attack!"
"Pidgey… Quieten down will you? We aren't going to hurt you. We just want to help you?" I tried and tried. Over and over again I told the Pidgey that we weren't going to harm it. But that just succeeded in making it call louder and louder. Mother was glancing around, terrified, thinking that any minute the Pidgey's parents would come to find their lost child. And she was right…
STORY OF A DREAMER - JOSIE
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CHAPTER ONE
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"Hey, Dreamer!" My brother, only a few minutes older than me, who was sitting high above me in a tree, brought me back into the real world. "Get up here now! Bet you can't climb higher than me."
"Bet I can," I challenged, immediately mounting the foot of the tree and beginning to climb. I'd got just below him when I realised there was no way I could go any further. My claws were not sharp enough to grip the tree, and there were no branches higher than where he was sitting watching me. I made an instantaneous decision and leapt onto the branch, landing right next to him. The motion of the tree caused him to fly high in the air and as he landed back on the branch he caused me to do the same. I propelled myself towards the centre of the tree, where a single branch jutted out, the highest one on the tree. I landed. As I looked down I saw my brother still on the branch, a gazed expression on his face, looking back up at me. I laughed.
"Told you I could!" I yelled down at him. As my gaze left his face, I noticed the sun. From up here I felt closer to it than I ever had before. I had to hide my eyes away from the light which threatened to blind me, but as it disappeared behind a cloud I looked again, not able to take my eyes away. That was until I heard a scream. I blinked and looked away from the sun. Glancing down I saw something on the ground, next to the tree's trunk. My brother was still on the tree, but was now a few branches below, hanging on with his claws, desperately trying not to let go.
"Wait there!" I shouted. Navigating the tree, it took me less than ten seconds to dismount it and reach the place where my brother was hanging. I reached down as far as I could with my paws, but it was no good, they wouldn't go down far enough. Then I had a better idea, turning around I allowed my tail to hang down. It easily reached him.
"Grab onto it!" I shouted.
"But I'll fall…" he murmured.
"No you won't," I replied confidently. "I can hold you." A moment later I heard a tug and realised he had grabbed on.
"You ready?" I asked, feeling the strain of his weight. As he acknowledged that he was, I gathered all my strength and jumped. I only just managed to reach the branch I had been heading for, but as I landed I knew I had made it. With one final burst of strength I pulled him up until he sat beside me on the branch, looking terrified and exhausted.
"Thanks…" he said. "You saved my life!"
"Don't be so melodramatic," I laughed, glad that it was over. "How did you manage to fall?"
"Something hit me on the head. I don't know what, I'd already fallen by the time it landed." I suddenly remembered something. Before I had noticed my brother hanging from the tree I had spotted something on the ground by the tree. It had looked like a Pokemon. Not saying another word, I leapt down the last few branches to the ground and ran up to the creature. It was a Pidgey. It was unconscious, and its' tiny wing was bent at an awkward angle. It needed help. It took no hesitation for me to take hold of it and try and pick it up. However, it was heavier than I predicted and I had to be careful not to drop it as I placed it down again.
"Hey! I shouted to my brother, who was standing a few yards away, a sceptical look on his face. "I need some help, I can't carry it on my own."
"Mum'll kill us if we take that home! You know that don't you?" I knew he was right. Yet I couldn't leave the creature to die, it wasn't right.
"I don't care," I replied rebelliously. "It needs help and we're going to give it some."
"OK," he agreed. I could see he was reluctant, but that wasn't what was important. What was foremost in my mind was saving this Pidgey. With my brothers help, it was easy to carry the injured bird, but we still made slow progress back home, and all the way I was afraid we might get there too late.
oo00O00oo
When we returned home, mother and father were in the middle of an argument. My mother was a Pikachu like myself, warm hearted and always willing to help us. My father had evolved into a Raichu soon after I was born and I always secretly admired him, and hoped that I would evolve soon as well. I found it unusual that they were squabbling they didn't do it often, but as we got closer we realised they were arguing about us.
"You shouldn't allow them to go off on their own!" my mother said. "There are dangers out there even we can't comprehend. Who knows what's happened to them!"
"We've got to allow them their independence. They're going to leave sooner or later."
"Not yet they're not, they're far too young to leave home. And I'm worried about them."
"OK… OK I'll go and fetch them. But I assure you they'll be fine." Father left mother sitting by a tree and begun to wander off in the opposite direction to where we had headed from, it was obvious he had no idea where we were.
"No need!" I shouted, not allowing him to get too far away. "We're back." We made our way right into the clearing, placing the Pidgey on the ground in the centre.
"Where have you two been!" mum shrieked so loud I had to cover my ears. "I've been so worried about you!"
"Calm down mum," my brother replied. "We were only a few metres away from the clearing.
"Mum…" I interrupted. "We found this in the forest. It's badly injured." I revealed the bird, hoping she would be able to help.
"Dreamer!" she exclaimed. "I've told you before, don't bring stray Pokemon here. It's mother will be along to find it – have you ever seen a Pidgeot attack? One of those killed my brother!"
"I'm sorry mum," I said. She'd never told me that story before. I found myself wishing I had, bringing Pidgey here had obviously upset her. However, I couldn't take it back, it obviously needed help. "We have to help it. Its' mother didn't seem bothered about it, or it wouldn't have been there so long."
"We have to let nature take its course. It's a weakling." I looked at her, my eyes pleading, hoping desperately that she would change her mind. If I let the bird die, I would feel guilty about it for the rest of my life. I kept staring at her, and I saw that slowly, her face softened.
"OK," she said finally. "But this is the last time, all right?"
"All right," I said, feeling a grin forming on my face. Inside though, I was disappointed. I would have been happy to continue saving other Pokemon, but I couldn't do it without my mother, and she wouldn't allow it. I watched in silence as her and father helped carry the injured Pidgey to shelter, and I prayed to the moon, that the same person who had created the Pidgey, would save it.
oo00O00oo
Three hours later, and after a lot of care and attention, the Pidgey I had saved had regained consciousness. Mother had done everything she could for it, and I had sat by it until this time. Seeing it's tiny eyes reveal themselves caused me to breath a sigh of relief. It had looked hopeless, every minute it had been asleep made it closer to death. Seeing it awake was one of the best things I would ever see. After getting over the shock of seeing it wake up I fetched mother, who was resting in another part of the clearing. Even though she hadn't wanted to take in the Pidgey, I could see a look of relief on her face as I informed her that it was awake. When I had told her the news I went back to see how the Pidgey was doing.
"Where am I?" it squeaked as I sat down beside it.
"Don't worry," I replied. "You're safe." The Pidgey took one look at me, its' eyes widened and it began to shout.
"Help!" it shrieked. "HELP!!" At that moment, to my horror, mother came up to us. She had heard the shouting.
"Dreamer!" she exclaimed. "Make it keep quiet, or Pidgeot will come and attack!"
"Pidgey… Quieten down will you? We aren't going to hurt you. We just want to help you?" I tried and tried. Over and over again I told the Pidgey that we weren't going to harm it. But that just succeeded in making it call louder and louder. Mother was glancing around, terrified, thinking that any minute the Pidgey's parents would come to find their lost child. And she was right…