Umeko
I ran and ran to shelter. The rain was beating hard and I was out in the open, as vulnerable as a rattata being chased by a fearow out here. I raced off into the trees, going to my home. Or at least if that's what you'd call it. I had lived in a small, dank cave, away from anywhere filled with humans, for as long as I can remember. I have no idea how I got here. All I know is that one day, I woke up somewhere around this forest quite a few years ago. I lived on berries and nuts, and the pokémon in the wilderness took to having me around. They also helped me out a lot. Resuming what happened, I was sprinting and sprinting, trying to get to my home. But alas, I tripped over a big, hefty log and completely blacked out. I was left in the dirt, getting soaked to the skin. When I woke up, I was amazed to see what my surrounding were. Baby pink and beige tiles on the vast, open floor, with pink walls and a beige skirting board to match. Of course, I knew none of this back then. A lady with blue, curly hair leant over me. I started screaming, "Bee! Bee! Ratta ratta? Ekanss!" "She's coming to!" the lady with bright blue hair exclaimed, "But she seems to be delirious, she keeps on shouting out pokémon noises!" I could not understand a word she was saying.
A chansey walked into the room. She was carrying a notebook and paper, and started writing things down. She lifted them up and showed the nurse, which was apparently a trainee, and could not understand the pokémon language yet.
The chansey had written, 'The girl is saying, 'Help! Help! Where am I? Help!'' "Oh! But why is she speaking in pokémon? This is strange.
Just then, a large fearow flew into the room. It was my good friend, Haru! "Fea! Fear, row fear fea!" Haru crawked, which I can translate to 'Umeko! Stay, and calm down!' Umeko, as you might have already guessed, is my name. I crowed back, "Fearo? Fea fear ar row? Fearo fea fear fe?!" (Why? Who are these things? Why am I here?!)
Haru, the fearow, explained that he found me on the field unconscious, and I apparently had a twisted ankle, so he took me on his back and flew me to this place called a 'pokémon centre', where they heal things.
Haru used to have a pokémon trainer. But, the thing was, the trainer was AWFUL. He abused Haru brutally and shouted at him if he lost a battle, or refused to listen to him. One dark, foggy night, when the cruel trainer was asleep, Haru snook out of the place they were staying, and flew off, never to be seen again by the trainer, and lived in peace once more. When I met Haru and he told me this, I didn't want to have anything to do with 'people', even though they were my kind. But Haru said there were some nice 'people', like the ones in the pokémon centre. I looked up at the pale-faced, blue haired woman. I saw this was a kind, gentle person, with a heart, unlike Haru's old, abusive trainer.
I ran and ran to shelter. The rain was beating hard and I was out in the open, as vulnerable as a rattata being chased by a fearow out here. I raced off into the trees, going to my home. Or at least if that's what you'd call it. I had lived in a small, dank cave, away from anywhere filled with humans, for as long as I can remember. I have no idea how I got here. All I know is that one day, I woke up somewhere around this forest quite a few years ago. I lived on berries and nuts, and the pokémon in the wilderness took to having me around. They also helped me out a lot. Resuming what happened, I was sprinting and sprinting, trying to get to my home. But alas, I tripped over a big, hefty log and completely blacked out. I was left in the dirt, getting soaked to the skin. When I woke up, I was amazed to see what my surrounding were. Baby pink and beige tiles on the vast, open floor, with pink walls and a beige skirting board to match. Of course, I knew none of this back then. A lady with blue, curly hair leant over me. I started screaming, "Bee! Bee! Ratta ratta? Ekanss!" "She's coming to!" the lady with bright blue hair exclaimed, "But she seems to be delirious, she keeps on shouting out pokémon noises!" I could not understand a word she was saying.
A chansey walked into the room. She was carrying a notebook and paper, and started writing things down. She lifted them up and showed the nurse, which was apparently a trainee, and could not understand the pokémon language yet.
The chansey had written, 'The girl is saying, 'Help! Help! Where am I? Help!'' "Oh! But why is she speaking in pokémon? This is strange.
Just then, a large fearow flew into the room. It was my good friend, Haru! "Fea! Fear, row fear fea!" Haru crawked, which I can translate to 'Umeko! Stay, and calm down!' Umeko, as you might have already guessed, is my name. I crowed back, "Fearo? Fea fear ar row? Fearo fea fear fe?!" (Why? Who are these things? Why am I here?!)
Haru, the fearow, explained that he found me on the field unconscious, and I apparently had a twisted ankle, so he took me on his back and flew me to this place called a 'pokémon centre', where they heal things.
Haru used to have a pokémon trainer. But, the thing was, the trainer was AWFUL. He abused Haru brutally and shouted at him if he lost a battle, or refused to listen to him. One dark, foggy night, when the cruel trainer was asleep, Haru snook out of the place they were staying, and flew off, never to be seen again by the trainer, and lived in peace once more. When I met Haru and he told me this, I didn't want to have anything to do with 'people', even though they were my kind. But Haru said there were some nice 'people', like the ones in the pokémon centre. I looked up at the pale-faced, blue haired woman. I saw this was a kind, gentle person, with a heart, unlike Haru's old, abusive trainer.
