Okay then, either today or tomorrow is Pokemon's tenth anniversary. Either way I'm close. And, I have written a commemorative one-shot to recognise Pokemon’s tenth anniversary. Go me. Despite the way it sounds, this is a one shot. I swear.
You ever notice how on Saturdays you can sleep to dinner when nothing important is happening, but when something really good happens you wake up about twelve hours earlier? Yeah, well, that’s how that was for me, back when I started this morning.
I woke up really early. You always do on your birthday. Still, I wonder now, what was I so excited about?
It’s the usual story by now. It’s been this way for exactly ten years, since some boy from my hometown left on his journey with his Pokemon. I was doing the same. Barely stayed for breakfast actually, I was that excited. And again, I do wonder why?
You never really look at things in detail till after you’ve done them, do you? Well I don’t. I rushed over to the professor’s lab, took my Pokemon, y’know, those really powerful creatures that are more varied than anything you’ve ever seen. Well I decided I’d follow in that kid from ten years ago footsteps. I picked a Charmander, those weird red lizards who walk on two legs and can’t take showers because otherwise their tail flame will be extinguished and they’ll die, and left.
Then the moment I stepped onto Route 1, the first step on my adventure, I realized something. What was I getting myself into?
The kid from ten years ago, he did great things. He stopped this massive evil conglomerate, Team Missile or something, I can’t remember. He raised his Pokemon to ridiculous levels, and caught everything, even Legendary Pokemon! There’s this rumour he even caught this weird Pokemon which was made by Team Jet or whatever they were called. He helped exorcise spirits in Lavender Tower, this place were people bury their deceased Pokemon. And he became the champion of the Elite Four. All in one year!
Now, they expect me to do it. This kid even met this girl, don’t know her name but she was from Pallet too, and now they’re happily married. The big deal is that they started dating in that year. I mean, just because I’m from Pallet, everyone expects me to go out and be wonder boy, version two point zero. Do they seriously think I can stop another Team Motorbike, capture the legendaries and find true love, in just a year and on my own? I mean, it’s a bit much isn’t it?
I mean, I’ve only just started, and the first thing the Professor says is,
“I have high hopes for you,”
Yeah right! I mean, come on. I flunked every lesson at his classes, and he expects me to be some uber trainer? You’re joking, right?
And my mum, she says,
“All boys go on journies eventually, it says so on TV. Don’t worry, I know you can do it,”
Do WHAT!? I’m going on a journey, with a lizard, and no map because my best friend’s sister is as tight as an Arbok’s coils! And she knows I can do what exactly? I never told her anything, except I always wanted to be like what's his name from ten years ago.
Now I look at it, all those thoughts, those dreams, what were they? I wanted to be just like him, another ultimate trainer, another hero. But now, as I take my first steps, I have to wonder, why should I be another him? I mean, I’m not him, am I? I’m me. With all this pressure, being the only starting trainer this year in Pallet, being the kid who picked a Charmander, wearing the same baseball cap, it makes me wonder if I can do it. Sure he did it, but as I said, I’m not him.
Makes me think I should just quit. Everything they say, become a trainer, get money, riches, fame, it all seems a little…pointless now. They seem to want every trainer to be just that, every trainer. They want us all to be another wonder boy or girl from ten years ago, to do great things, and to win their battles for them.
I’ve made my mind up. I will go on this journey, but I’ll do it my way. I’m not going to be another wonder boy. I’m going to be me, whether anyone likes it or not.
Ten years. One decade. One tenth of a century. Whatever you call it, it’s gone. Ten years of a legend is great. But it’s time for a new legend.
My legend.
Read, review, enjoy, etc. I know it's short, I can't write long one-shots.
Ten Years Later…
You ever notice how on Saturdays you can sleep to dinner when nothing important is happening, but when something really good happens you wake up about twelve hours earlier? Yeah, well, that’s how that was for me, back when I started this morning.
I woke up really early. You always do on your birthday. Still, I wonder now, what was I so excited about?
It’s the usual story by now. It’s been this way for exactly ten years, since some boy from my hometown left on his journey with his Pokemon. I was doing the same. Barely stayed for breakfast actually, I was that excited. And again, I do wonder why?
You never really look at things in detail till after you’ve done them, do you? Well I don’t. I rushed over to the professor’s lab, took my Pokemon, y’know, those really powerful creatures that are more varied than anything you’ve ever seen. Well I decided I’d follow in that kid from ten years ago footsteps. I picked a Charmander, those weird red lizards who walk on two legs and can’t take showers because otherwise their tail flame will be extinguished and they’ll die, and left.
Then the moment I stepped onto Route 1, the first step on my adventure, I realized something. What was I getting myself into?
The kid from ten years ago, he did great things. He stopped this massive evil conglomerate, Team Missile or something, I can’t remember. He raised his Pokemon to ridiculous levels, and caught everything, even Legendary Pokemon! There’s this rumour he even caught this weird Pokemon which was made by Team Jet or whatever they were called. He helped exorcise spirits in Lavender Tower, this place were people bury their deceased Pokemon. And he became the champion of the Elite Four. All in one year!
Now, they expect me to do it. This kid even met this girl, don’t know her name but she was from Pallet too, and now they’re happily married. The big deal is that they started dating in that year. I mean, just because I’m from Pallet, everyone expects me to go out and be wonder boy, version two point zero. Do they seriously think I can stop another Team Motorbike, capture the legendaries and find true love, in just a year and on my own? I mean, it’s a bit much isn’t it?
I mean, I’ve only just started, and the first thing the Professor says is,
“I have high hopes for you,”
Yeah right! I mean, come on. I flunked every lesson at his classes, and he expects me to be some uber trainer? You’re joking, right?
And my mum, she says,
“All boys go on journies eventually, it says so on TV. Don’t worry, I know you can do it,”
Do WHAT!? I’m going on a journey, with a lizard, and no map because my best friend’s sister is as tight as an Arbok’s coils! And she knows I can do what exactly? I never told her anything, except I always wanted to be like what's his name from ten years ago.
Now I look at it, all those thoughts, those dreams, what were they? I wanted to be just like him, another ultimate trainer, another hero. But now, as I take my first steps, I have to wonder, why should I be another him? I mean, I’m not him, am I? I’m me. With all this pressure, being the only starting trainer this year in Pallet, being the kid who picked a Charmander, wearing the same baseball cap, it makes me wonder if I can do it. Sure he did it, but as I said, I’m not him.
Makes me think I should just quit. Everything they say, become a trainer, get money, riches, fame, it all seems a little…pointless now. They seem to want every trainer to be just that, every trainer. They want us all to be another wonder boy or girl from ten years ago, to do great things, and to win their battles for them.
I’ve made my mind up. I will go on this journey, but I’ll do it my way. I’m not going to be another wonder boy. I’m going to be me, whether anyone likes it or not.
Ten years. One decade. One tenth of a century. Whatever you call it, it’s gone. Ten years of a legend is great. But it’s time for a new legend.
My legend.
Read, review, enjoy, etc. I know it's short, I can't write long one-shots.
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