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[ POV Change ]
The sun was setting over the small town of Pallet, casting a warm orange glow over the Pokémon Center as Austin, Yellow, and Green stood outside the Ergency Room. Pikachu was trying to mimic the different faces of various Pokémon in an attempt to cheer up Austin, who looked worried and stressed. Lucario watched silently, his eyes scanning the group as Yellow walked back and forth, clearly agitated. Green, on the other hand, remained silent, her expression unreadable, but it was clear that she wanted to say sothing.
"I am ok buddy," Austin said, trying to force a smile on his face.
"Pika, pika," Pikachu responded with a sad face.
Yellow turned to Green, "What's taking so long? I can't wait anymore."
Green looked at Yellow with a sympathetic expression, "I know how you feel, but we have to be patient."
The door to the ER suddenly opened, and Austin imdiately rushed inside, making his way to Nurse Joy. "How is Charleon doing?" He asked, his voice filled with concern. Nurse Joy looked up from the chart she was holding and smiled at Austin. "I'm glad you're here," she said. "Can we talk in private?"
"Of course," Austin replied, his heart sinking.
Inside the room, Nurse Joy sat down at the desk and gestured for Austin to take a seat. "I have so news about Charleon," she said, her voice serious. "Physically, he's healthy, but ntally, he seems to have ford a cage around his mind that has left him in a state of unresponsiveness."
" What can be done ?"
" It is completely out of our hands." Nurse Joy answered, not trying to sugarcoat the news.
Austin felt his heart race as the stress of the situation made his temper flare up, "Isn't it your job to help Pokémon?!" Nurse Joy didn't seem offended by Austin's comnt and instead, she explained that an expert has been inford and would be coming by tomorrow to treat Charleon. She could see the frustration and disappointnt in Austin's eyes, but she reassured him that Charleon was in good hands.
"I understand," Austin said, his voice filled with disappointnt. "Thank you for letting
know and I am sorry for my outburst."
Nurse Joy smiled and offered Austin a lollipop.
" I know it's hard for you but you must stay patient, if everything goes alright then Charleon will be back to himself in a few days."
" .... " Austin nodded as he looked at the Lollipop in his hands.
" Thank you."
" It is my job."
As Austin walked out of the room, Yellow and Green imdiately surrounded him, asking him what had happened. "Charleon is fine physically but ntally, he's not responsive," Austin explained to them.
Yellow looked worried, "What does that an?"
" Charleon is trying to block out everything. He just wants to be left alone."
" D, Did we do sothing that caused Charleon to beco like this ?" Yellow was on the verge of tears as Austin clasped her shoulder and exclaid," Yellow, it's no one's fault. Life just puts obstacles that are too big to overco, sotis we crumble under a pressure like that, for now, all we need to do is stay by Charleon's side."
" What did Nurse Joy do? Is there a treatnt or dicine ?" Green asked while everyone closely looked at Austin.
"An expert is coming tomorrow to treat him," Austin explained, trying to sound optimistic.
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A Pokémon Master.
A term that every single child knew to heart, and for most, it was a dream to pursue for the rest of their lives. The funny thing was, one never really knew what being a Pokémon Master was really about. For one thing, around eighty-five percent of the population that began their dreams as aspiring Pokémon masters ended up surviving their first year as a trainer. The rest… beca part of a statistical chart that everyone pretended did not exist- the harsh truth of the occupation that was becoming a Pokémon trainer.
Like any profession, a Pokémon trainer requires money, lots of it.
From Pokémon food to grooming types of equipnt, everything required money.
Cases of abandoned Pokémon can be seen throughout the Pokémon world from Kanto to Paldea because of the undeniable fact that they don't have the money to raise so of their Pokémon.
While the Pokémon league has made a lot of efforts to promote the ideal of love and friendship between a trainer and its Pokemon, abandonnt cases are still common because of a lack of money to keep a Pokémon in top condition.
Pokémon trainers can make a lot of money through battles and renting their Pokémon to ranches that collect items like fur, claws, shed skin, etc. Other avenues exist like the innurable no. of contests that each town holds monthly but even with all of this, why has the number of abandonnt cases only decreased by 5% over the last decade?
The answer is false judgnt.
The expression " don't bite off more than you can chew " is sothing that most newbie trainers forget as they catch a lot of Pokémon and their false judgnt that they can take care of them results in malnourished Pokémon that are eventually abandoned as they can't win any battles due to their physicality.
Abandonnt of Pokémon leads to aggressive tendencies toward humans which lead to homicide in the best-case scenario and the worst-case scenario is sothing that no one wants to see.
To combat the issue of abandonnt, a new rule was introduced into the Pokémon League a few years ago.
Also known as the 6 Pokémon rule which enforces a newbie trainer to be able to carry only 6 Pokémon at a ti.
Even as a new rule in recent mory, results have shown that this move was a correct one.
The Pokémon League keeps this iron-clad rule in check using the Pokémon centers that scan a trainer's ID, rank, and the no. of Pokémon on him/her. If the rule is broken then consequences from the suspension of a trainer's license to jail occur depending on the conditions and health of the extra Pokemon.
While this rule may be seen as good by the general public, no one can say that it can't be used for nefarious purposes.
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[ Viridian Forest ]
The night had fallen over Viridian Forest, and the darkness was complete. The trees lood high above, their branches reaching out like twisted fingers. The forest was eerily quiet as the moonlight filtered through the thick canopy, casting a pale glow over the forest floor. The shadows seed to dance and write as if they were alive. The leaves rustled softly in the light breeze, creating a whispering sound that was both eerie and srizing.
The forest was alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures. The distant hoot of an owl, the soft rustle of leaves, the chirping of crickets, and the occasional snap of a twig. These sounds seed to echo through the forest, creating a symphony of the night.
As the night went on, the forest seed to grow darker and more sinister. The shadows seed to deepen and grow as if they were trying to swallow everything whole. The trees seed to twist and bend in the darkness, and the leaves rustled louder as if they were trying to escape.
The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting leaves, and the darkness seed to seep into every crevice. The forest was alive, but it was not a place for the faint of heart. It was a place of mystery, power, and danger. Those who dared to enter it at night did so at their own risk.
Giovanni, dressed in his signature black suit and tie, strode confidently through the dense foliage of Viridian Forest. The branches and leaves parted before him as if he commanded them to do so, and a trail of buzzing Beedrill dutifully cleared the way for their master.
As he walked, he heard a faint buzzing in his pockets. With a deft hand, he pulled out a small disc and tapped it, summoning a holographic image of his trusted lieutenant, Domino. She stood before him in her usual attire of a black bodysuit and tactical gear, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail.
"Sir," she said, saluting him. "Ash Ketchum has been spotted in Celadon City. He is currently checked into the Pokémon center."
Giovanni nodded, his dark eyes scanning the forest. "Retrieve Project X," he ordered.
Domino saluted again before the hologram flickered and disappeared.
Giovanni persevered in his arduous journey, his thoughts inevitably drifting to the formidable task that awaited him. As he traversed the treacherous landscape, an abrupt halt befell his stride, for a sight both wondrous and appalling lay before him. An imnse Beedrill hive, stretching a kiloter in length, reared its titanic walls, emanating an aura of dread and awe.
The hive was a prodigious testant to the Beedrill's industry, its surfaces shimring with the viscous nectar of the insects' unhallowed labors. For a fleeting mont, even Giovanni found himself ensnared by the hive's dreadful beauty, and a sinister smile crept upon his lips as his mind began to weave a malevolent sche.
Inching closer and closer, he scrutinized the hive from every conceivable angle, absorbing every minute detail. Composed of a dark, nearly obsidian wax, the structure was bedecked with arcane patterns that appeared as if etched into the very wax itself. The droning hum of the Beedrill within resonated throughout the air, a constant, unsettling reminder of their ceaseless toil.
As Giovanni stood before the abhorrent monunt, a sardonic smirk took possession of his countenance. He knew that with this unfathomable hive and the Beedrill Queen that dwelled within its recesses, he would be one step closer to the consummation of his sinister and ultimate ambition.
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[ Omake Paragraph ]
Many stories speak of the terrors of the sea, pokemon such as Poliwrath or Gyarados which few encounter and live to tell the tale. Far fewer, however, discuss the comrades of every sailor, the Pokemon who are seen not just as food or danger, but as a blessing of good fortune for all those who encounter them. And yet when these tales are told, they are often read by the light of the very Pokemon which counts itself as their subject, for every ship has its Lantern.
The use of Lanturn for nautical illumination is as old as large wooden ships, for the simple reason that alternatives such as Charmander could cause the boats to ignite. Lanturn, however, maintains an internal light and has long been popular for illumination among pyrophobes, so they were pressed into service to aid navigation on cloudy nights. They are most popular not for their practical value, however, but for entertainnt; long voyages at sea demand so way to stave off boredom, so on nights when starlight was sufficient to guide the ship, sailors spent their downti huddled around the glowing twin lights of a Lanturn, reading long tales aloud.
It is not only trained Lanturn who are seen as benevolent allies of sean. When a ship encounters one of the many floating colonies of wild Lanturn, it will perform light shows and communicate information on weather and hazards to the ship's captain. This is because most sailors treat their own Lanturn extrely well, and Lanturn pods repay every kindness given to them and always rember their friends.
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