It was a breezy summer day, and I was busy researching about Pokemon typings and weaknesses in Professor Sycamore's lab. I knew today some kid was going to come in and get his starting Pokemon and I felt sorry for the remaining Pokemon that were not chosen so everytime a kid came, I would take the remaining Pokemon and care for them as they were my own but I never considered them my Pokemon.
Twelve years ago, when I was around four years old, my parents gave me a Shinx. We trained and trained for two years. When I was six, a great fire occurred and burned everything in its path. It raged on and on and and the last time I ever heard from my parents was a muffled cry. I never saw them again. My Shinx was now a Luxray, strong and mighty, but it was afraid and the flames was seen to be devouring almost everything. My only chance to survive was to run, and I did. I collected all the Pokemon that I saw and set them free. I fled until I bumped into the Professor, who offered me a starting Pokemon. I did not accept the offer, instead I told him I would be a scientist in his lab. He accepted me.
Ten years later, I stood holding three Pokeballs with each starter Pokemon. I was startled when I saw, instead of a young child, a Luxray holding a Pokeball in its mouth came bolting into the building. Was this my Luxray? No, it couldn't be, it was engulfed by the flames. There was only one way of knowing. I let out a deep, low whistle. Pounce! The Luxray knocked me down and started licking me. I had found my true friend after ten long, hard years.
Twelve years ago, when I was around four years old, my parents gave me a Shinx. We trained and trained for two years. When I was six, a great fire occurred and burned everything in its path. It raged on and on and and the last time I ever heard from my parents was a muffled cry. I never saw them again. My Shinx was now a Luxray, strong and mighty, but it was afraid and the flames was seen to be devouring almost everything. My only chance to survive was to run, and I did. I collected all the Pokemon that I saw and set them free. I fled until I bumped into the Professor, who offered me a starting Pokemon. I did not accept the offer, instead I told him I would be a scientist in his lab. He accepted me.
Ten years later, I stood holding three Pokeballs with each starter Pokemon. I was startled when I saw, instead of a young child, a Luxray holding a Pokeball in its mouth came bolting into the building. Was this my Luxray? No, it couldn't be, it was engulfed by the flames. There was only one way of knowing. I let out a deep, low whistle. Pounce! The Luxray knocked me down and started licking me. I had found my true friend after ten long, hard years.
