Story Notes:
When a young boy whitnesses the death of his father and his Pokemon, will he find the strength to overcome or drown in pain.
Chapter 1
Pokemon Rancher
Ch. 1
So what makes a person a Pokemon Rancher? Well it would have to be a person who has a caring heart and loves all types of Pokemon. A person who of course has a lot of land and willing to give it up to all the Pokemon that come seeking refuge or a home. Well I guess that covers the most of what a Pokemon Rancher is. Now I guess it's time to tell you a little about myself and how I became a Pokemon Rancher.
I wasn't born with this much land or even into a very wealthy family. For you see my parents live in a very small town called Hope. With a population of 30 or so. My father was the town Pokemon champion. He had a Charizard which he told me was his starter, a Flygon that he had caught as a Trapinch and raised, then an Umbreon that had just evolved a few nights ago, a Pigeot, and last but certainly not least his beautiful Milotic.
My mother wasn't really into battles so she had followed a different route. She was a great Pokemon Coordinator. She has a Bulbasaur, Goldeen, Misdreavus, and finally a Persian. Every once in a while she would take them out and practice different types of moves or combinations. So as you could guess, I had a very early start to Pokemon. Sometimes they would act like my babysitters when my parents went out. So as you could tell I was well versed in Pokemon battles and Coordination.
I couldn't wait for my 10th birthday and get started on my Pokemon journey. It was about two years until my 10th birthday when destiny decided to throw me a curve ball. I remember that day like it was a nightmare or a disease that wouldn't go away. For you see, every time I would recall that memory I would pass out. You see when you live with a Pokemon for a certain amount of time, you grow attached to it. And for me it was my fathers Umbreon. I remember that during the night she would sleep right at the foot of my bed or right next to me.
It all happened early one Monday morning when I was eight. A person that I didn't know came into town and asked for my father.
"Why do you wish to see my dad, mister". The man looked down at me and spoke with a booming and intense voice.
"I am here to challenge your father to a Pokemon battle, if I want to be the unquestionable and undefeated champ, I need to beat your father". At that time I didn't see the evil gleam in his eyes. So I pointed to the house and he walked towards our house. So I went back to play with my toy Pokeball when I heard someone yell from the house. I dropped my toys and quickly ran into the house. I found my father and the strange man walking out the back door from our kitchen. The man had my father by the shoulder and was practically dragging him out of the house.
I followed them out the door and into the woods at the back of the house. When they reached the woods the man let go of my dads shoulder and they continued walking. They didn't stop walking until they reached a clearing. This clearing was my fathers secret training area, the area was set up like a battle arena with chalk lines and smooth ground. He would often sneak out here and train his Pokemon while me and mom were out. So they took up their positions on either side of the field and called out their Pokemon. In order to see the battle I crawled behind a bush and peeked through it's leaves.
After about an hour the battle was still dead even. Finally they were both down to a Pokemon each. My father and his Pokemon had put up a fantastic fight, and I knew who his last choice was going to be. It was his Umbreon. Though my father didn't name his Pokemon, I liked to call her Gloria. So he called out Gloria and the other man called out a Sneazel. I smiled to myself thinking that this would be a good battle with two dark Pokemon facing each other. So the battle began.
Silently I cheered on Gloria and my father. A little ways into the battle I could see this strangers Sneazel was starting to get tired. The man obviously seeing this called out for it to close in and finish off it's opponent. The Sneazel looked back at it's master then gave a quick nod. It turned back to Gloria and dashed in and thrust it's right claw forward. My eyes went wide when I saw this, as it's claw tore right into Gloria's left side. Gloria cried out in pain as the claw sunk in almost all the way into her side. I screamed out as I saw this. My father quickly ran over to Gloria and tried to kick the Sneazel away. But my father was to slow and the Sneazel was able to jump back to it's masters side.
"What the hell do you think your doing, you bastard"?
"Isn't it obvious? I am going to be the greatest Pokemon master and anyone who dares to challenges me will die"! Just as he finished the Sneazel dashed forward again and sunk it's claws into my fathers stomach. Seeing this my mind shut down, my eyes glazed over, and I fell to my side. This being to much for my young mind to take.
I awoke screaming. I looked around and realized that I was sitting in my bed. Cold sweat was flowing down my forehead and I was panting. Just then the door to my room busted open and my mother came in.
"What's wrong baby"? she placed her hand over her heart and walked over to me. "Thank Mew that your finally awake". Tears started to flow down my cheeks as I looked up to my mom.
"M M Mommy"! I started to bawl. "Daddy is..........". She walked over and sat on my bed and brought my head to her chest where I continued to cry. I don't know how long I cried there in my mothers arms, but I must have fallen back asleep. But even in my sleep the memory kept playing over and over again like a broken record, Gloria getting stabbed and then my father right after. I awoke many times only to scream my lungs out, then pass out again.
My mother took me to the doctors office in town to try and help me, but through all the doctors, and all the medicine, nothing seemed to help. Eventually my mother, at her wits end started to think about placing me in a mental hospital. Since I would hardly even eat a slice of bread or drink a glass of water. Finally after two years my mother tried to talk to me about becoming a Pokemon trainer, since I was so eager before the murder. But whenever she said this, I would start to cry again then run up to my room and lock the door.
After three or four years I started to come out of my mental state and started talking again. Then another year passed and I stared to go outside again. You couldn't tell just how happy this made my mother. But when she would even talk about Pokemon I would start to cry again. As the years went by I decided to get out of the house and start living on my own. So I got a job at a local factory that manufactured Pokemon products such as Potions, Pokeballs, and other accessories.
Many of my work mates had Pokemon and were quite surprised when I didn't even have one. I remember the first day I started there. All the workers there were glad that they had someone new to come in and work with them.
"So Dusty, where's your Pokemon"? when he said this tears started to flow in my eyes. "Oh man Donovin, what's wrong"? Just then the boss came out of his office that overlooked to factory floor with a stern look on his face.
"What is going on here"?!
"Sir I just asked Dusty here, where are his Pokemon and he broke down and started to cry".
"I thought I told you not to mention that around him".
"Why"?
"Be-be-because that brings up a a bad memory". I stuttered. After I had dried my eyes I looked around and everybody agreed right then and there that they wouldn't bring up that topic again. So I worked there for a few months until fate decided that I had enough crying and it was time to start me on my destiny.Chapter End Notes:Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended
Ch. 1
So what makes a person a Pokemon Rancher? Well it would have to be a person who has a caring heart and loves all types of Pokemon. A person who of course has a lot of land and willing to give it up to all the Pokemon that come seeking refuge or a home. Well I guess that covers the most of what a Pokemon Rancher is. Now I guess it's time to tell you a little about myself and how I became a Pokemon Rancher.
I wasn't born with this much land or even into a very wealthy family. For you see my parents live in a very small town called Hope. With a population of 30 or so. My father was the town Pokemon champion. He had a Charizard which he told me was his starter, a Flygon that he had caught as a Trapinch and raised, then an Umbreon that had just evolved a few nights ago, a Pigeot, and last but certainly not least his beautiful Milotic.
My mother wasn't really into battles so she had followed a different route. She was a great Pokemon Coordinator. She has a Bulbasaur, Goldeen, Misdreavus, and finally a Persian. Every once in a while she would take them out and practice different types of moves or combinations. So as you could guess, I had a very early start to Pokemon. Sometimes they would act like my babysitters when my parents went out. So as you could tell I was well versed in Pokemon battles and Coordination.
I couldn't wait for my 10th birthday and get started on my Pokemon journey. It was about two years until my 10th birthday when destiny decided to throw me a curve ball. I remember that day like it was a nightmare or a disease that wouldn't go away. For you see, every time I would recall that memory I would pass out. You see when you live with a Pokemon for a certain amount of time, you grow attached to it. And for me it was my fathers Umbreon. I remember that during the night she would sleep right at the foot of my bed or right next to me.
It all happened early one Monday morning when I was eight. A person that I didn't know came into town and asked for my father.
"Why do you wish to see my dad, mister". The man looked down at me and spoke with a booming and intense voice.
"I am here to challenge your father to a Pokemon battle, if I want to be the unquestionable and undefeated champ, I need to beat your father". At that time I didn't see the evil gleam in his eyes. So I pointed to the house and he walked towards our house. So I went back to play with my toy Pokeball when I heard someone yell from the house. I dropped my toys and quickly ran into the house. I found my father and the strange man walking out the back door from our kitchen. The man had my father by the shoulder and was practically dragging him out of the house.
I followed them out the door and into the woods at the back of the house. When they reached the woods the man let go of my dads shoulder and they continued walking. They didn't stop walking until they reached a clearing. This clearing was my fathers secret training area, the area was set up like a battle arena with chalk lines and smooth ground. He would often sneak out here and train his Pokemon while me and mom were out. So they took up their positions on either side of the field and called out their Pokemon. In order to see the battle I crawled behind a bush and peeked through it's leaves.
After about an hour the battle was still dead even. Finally they were both down to a Pokemon each. My father and his Pokemon had put up a fantastic fight, and I knew who his last choice was going to be. It was his Umbreon. Though my father didn't name his Pokemon, I liked to call her Gloria. So he called out Gloria and the other man called out a Sneazel. I smiled to myself thinking that this would be a good battle with two dark Pokemon facing each other. So the battle began.
Silently I cheered on Gloria and my father. A little ways into the battle I could see this strangers Sneazel was starting to get tired. The man obviously seeing this called out for it to close in and finish off it's opponent. The Sneazel looked back at it's master then gave a quick nod. It turned back to Gloria and dashed in and thrust it's right claw forward. My eyes went wide when I saw this, as it's claw tore right into Gloria's left side. Gloria cried out in pain as the claw sunk in almost all the way into her side. I screamed out as I saw this. My father quickly ran over to Gloria and tried to kick the Sneazel away. But my father was to slow and the Sneazel was able to jump back to it's masters side.
"What the hell do you think your doing, you bastard"?
"Isn't it obvious? I am going to be the greatest Pokemon master and anyone who dares to challenges me will die"! Just as he finished the Sneazel dashed forward again and sunk it's claws into my fathers stomach. Seeing this my mind shut down, my eyes glazed over, and I fell to my side. This being to much for my young mind to take.
I awoke screaming. I looked around and realized that I was sitting in my bed. Cold sweat was flowing down my forehead and I was panting. Just then the door to my room busted open and my mother came in.
"What's wrong baby"? she placed her hand over her heart and walked over to me. "Thank Mew that your finally awake". Tears started to flow down my cheeks as I looked up to my mom.
"M M Mommy"! I started to bawl. "Daddy is..........". She walked over and sat on my bed and brought my head to her chest where I continued to cry. I don't know how long I cried there in my mothers arms, but I must have fallen back asleep. But even in my sleep the memory kept playing over and over again like a broken record, Gloria getting stabbed and then my father right after. I awoke many times only to scream my lungs out, then pass out again.
My mother took me to the doctors office in town to try and help me, but through all the doctors, and all the medicine, nothing seemed to help. Eventually my mother, at her wits end started to think about placing me in a mental hospital. Since I would hardly even eat a slice of bread or drink a glass of water. Finally after two years my mother tried to talk to me about becoming a Pokemon trainer, since I was so eager before the murder. But whenever she said this, I would start to cry again then run up to my room and lock the door.
After three or four years I started to come out of my mental state and started talking again. Then another year passed and I stared to go outside again. You couldn't tell just how happy this made my mother. But when she would even talk about Pokemon I would start to cry again. As the years went by I decided to get out of the house and start living on my own. So I got a job at a local factory that manufactured Pokemon products such as Potions, Pokeballs, and other accessories.
Many of my work mates had Pokemon and were quite surprised when I didn't even have one. I remember the first day I started there. All the workers there were glad that they had someone new to come in and work with them.
"So Dusty, where's your Pokemon"? when he said this tears started to flow in my eyes. "Oh man Donovin, what's wrong"? Just then the boss came out of his office that overlooked to factory floor with a stern look on his face.
"What is going on here"?!
"Sir I just asked Dusty here, where are his Pokemon and he broke down and started to cry".
"I thought I told you not to mention that around him".
"Why"?
"Be-be-because that brings up a a bad memory". I stuttered. After I had dried my eyes I looked around and everybody agreed right then and there that they wouldn't bring up that topic again. So I worked there for a few months until fate decided that I had enough crying and it was time to start me on my destiny.Chapter End Notes:Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended