Officer Jenny dropped the boys off at the Pokemon Center and thanked them for their help. Ry silently went inside with Zak right behind him.
"It's not your fault Ry,-" Zak tried to tell his friend, who was looking quite gloomy, but Emperor stopped his trainer, and shook his head. Ry needed some time to think. Zak nodded at Emperor, as Ry took his recovered Grovyle, and put the Pokeball away.
Sticking his hands in his pockets, and with his head hung low, he walked outside. He had seemed to lose all of his spunk. It was just a battle, but still. He had got risky, and almost lost his Pokemon. That had to carry some weight upon the boy's shoulders.
Ry walked along the battlefield, and watched the trainers who were battling. Under most circumstances, he would go off and try to challenge one, try to win a few battles, but he didn't feel like it. His spirit had been crushed. Ry settled, being a spectator, it was safer that way anyways, and watched a battle between a boy with a pale face with charcoal hair, and a angry boy wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, whose hair was stuck up and crazy. The battle was between a Luxray and a Altaria. Now you would think that the pale trainer, who commanded the Luxray would easily beat the Altaria, but the other trainer just seemed to be dominating over the other.
"Spyre Crunch!" The pale trainer commanded, as the Luxray leapt into the air, with his jaws open wide.
The sleeveless trainer smiled and shouted, "Dragon Claw!" In a swift motion, the Altaria caught the Luxray's jaw, with her glowing claws, and knocked it away.
Ry stood up and shook his head. "It's over." he mumbled as he walked away. Zak had followed his friend, and watched this happen.
Later that evening, Zak was alone on the battlefield. He had finished a training session, and was trying to cool off a bit. He turned to see Ry, standing there. "Why, would I risk that. Maybe I shouldn't even be a trainer," Ry said halfheartedly.
"The trainer with the Luxray won," Zak said, picking up his Pokeballs and leaving Ry alone on the battlefield.
"He won, it was impossible. He had a huge disadvantage, and took heavy damage." Ry thought to himself. Then as he closed his eyes in thought a old memory appeared in his mind's eye. His father had once given him a piece of advice. If only he could remember.
Ry was five years old, and when his father had come, he had told him, with his little eyes full of tears, that a kid had picked on him and broke his toy, when he went to the park. His father, who had been weary from a long day at the station, sat down, in his old armchair, and set his son on his lap. "Son, people will knock you down you're entire life. Over and over again, it will happen. It won't matter if you are ready or not, it will happen, a lot. But the trick is, keep going. Have hope it will get batter, and it will. Spread the hope in your heart with a smile, and anything is possible. You will be able to overcome the greatest obstacles, even problems that seem impossible. Keep moving forward with a smile." By this time, his father had dried his son's tears, and they just sat on the chair for a moment.
When Ry opened his eyes, his face was streaked with tears. His father was right. He had to keep moving forward, despite what had happened. He checked the Pokeballs at his belt, and sent them out. It was time to get some training in.
"It's not your fault Ry,-" Zak tried to tell his friend, who was looking quite gloomy, but Emperor stopped his trainer, and shook his head. Ry needed some time to think. Zak nodded at Emperor, as Ry took his recovered Grovyle, and put the Pokeball away.
Sticking his hands in his pockets, and with his head hung low, he walked outside. He had seemed to lose all of his spunk. It was just a battle, but still. He had got risky, and almost lost his Pokemon. That had to carry some weight upon the boy's shoulders.
Ry walked along the battlefield, and watched the trainers who were battling. Under most circumstances, he would go off and try to challenge one, try to win a few battles, but he didn't feel like it. His spirit had been crushed. Ry settled, being a spectator, it was safer that way anyways, and watched a battle between a boy with a pale face with charcoal hair, and a angry boy wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, whose hair was stuck up and crazy. The battle was between a Luxray and a Altaria. Now you would think that the pale trainer, who commanded the Luxray would easily beat the Altaria, but the other trainer just seemed to be dominating over the other.
"Spyre Crunch!" The pale trainer commanded, as the Luxray leapt into the air, with his jaws open wide.
The sleeveless trainer smiled and shouted, "Dragon Claw!" In a swift motion, the Altaria caught the Luxray's jaw, with her glowing claws, and knocked it away.
Ry stood up and shook his head. "It's over." he mumbled as he walked away. Zak had followed his friend, and watched this happen.
Later that evening, Zak was alone on the battlefield. He had finished a training session, and was trying to cool off a bit. He turned to see Ry, standing there. "Why, would I risk that. Maybe I shouldn't even be a trainer," Ry said halfheartedly.
"The trainer with the Luxray won," Zak said, picking up his Pokeballs and leaving Ry alone on the battlefield.
"He won, it was impossible. He had a huge disadvantage, and took heavy damage." Ry thought to himself. Then as he closed his eyes in thought a old memory appeared in his mind's eye. His father had once given him a piece of advice. If only he could remember.
Ry was five years old, and when his father had come, he had told him, with his little eyes full of tears, that a kid had picked on him and broke his toy, when he went to the park. His father, who had been weary from a long day at the station, sat down, in his old armchair, and set his son on his lap. "Son, people will knock you down you're entire life. Over and over again, it will happen. It won't matter if you are ready or not, it will happen, a lot. But the trick is, keep going. Have hope it will get batter, and it will. Spread the hope in your heart with a smile, and anything is possible. You will be able to overcome the greatest obstacles, even problems that seem impossible. Keep moving forward with a smile." By this time, his father had dried his son's tears, and they just sat on the chair for a moment.
When Ry opened his eyes, his face was streaked with tears. His father was right. He had to keep moving forward, despite what had happened. He checked the Pokeballs at his belt, and sent them out. It was time to get some training in.
