01-18-2015, 05:46 PM
Lopunny spent the rest of the day with the gorons. She spent most of it pondering everything Medicham had told her. Her day-to-day life as a pokemon seemed so trivial before, but everything had been re-contextualized by the revelation that has been laid before her. Suddenly, everything had so much weight to it. It kind of made her proud of her heritage… and a little sad because it is no longer part of her life anymore.
‘Why did everything have to change when I finally understand how good I had it?’ She thought; many times she thought this as the hours went by, the constant chanting of exercising gorons serving as her background music.
She was thankful the gorons had a bed available. She mused they were probably used to accepting guests. Considering the only pleasant neighbors they had were the koopas, she couldn’t blame them for being hospitable. It has been so long since she actually slept in a bed; the moment she hit that fabric covered surface she conked out. She slept like a buneary that night.
The next morning was largely uneventful. She ate breakfast with the gorons again. Medicham once again did not show up for the meal. She was curious where else you could get food in a land like this. Upon eating, she rushes off to meet with Medicham once more.
She briskly walked up the dirt road up the mountain. It was hot as it was per usual, but like a new set of clothing she had gotten used to it pressing against her body and wore it like it was nothing. She could see the trees up at the top of the incline. She passed by the rock she where first met Medi and climbed the path, scared, but kind of excited for what lay ahead of her.
But before she could get too much further, she felt something collide against her back. She jolted her head around, expecting it to be another baby dragon, but she saw nothing. She saw the brief glimpse of a blur as she felt another blow, this time to the stomach. She keeled over on the ground, fighting back her breakfast which was desperately trying to escape its acidic prison. She saw Medicham’s foot; stepping in front of her face.
“Not all enemies chose to face you up front.” He states calmly. “Not all of them will seek a fair fight. That is your first lesson.”
Lopunny coughed violently, she rolls around, desperately trying to find a spot where it didn’t hurt to lie. In the end, it was futile; it hurt no matter what.
Medicham sighed. He grasped Lopunny by the arm, his grip so tight that it only added to her pain. He pulls her to her feet.
“Come with me to the fruit trees.”
Reluctantly, she followed him, grasping her pained stomach.
Under the cover of the trees, Medi brewed some tea over a fire. He pours a cup and places it front of the rabbit.
“Drink,” he said, “it will help.”
Slowly, she brought the teacup up to her lips. It tasted like plain boiled water to her. However, considering the water she drank the other day, she wasn’t in any position to judge. Oddly enough, it did help cut the queasiness she felt.
“I remember when I was but a little meditite, I learned a move that would protect me from such attacks.” He began, but he paused and sighed, “but its no good to you, your kind can’t learn that move. And it’d take years to learn it the old fashioned way. It is too unfortunate.”
She tried to think of which move he was talking about. But before she could think that hard on it, Medicham abruptly changed topics.
“For now, we meditate.” He stated, shifting to a cross-legged position. “The purpose of meditation is to focus your mind, clear if of thought so you may be unclouded for a time being.”
Lopunny got in the same position. She was still hurting a bit, but it was becoming bearable.
“Let’s do one of the most simple meditations: breathing. In your mind, you must count your breaths. Breathe in until you count to five, hold until you count to five, and then exhale until you count to ten. Then repeat. Go ahead, try it.”
She breathed in,
‘1…2…3…4…5…’
She held,
‘1…2…3…4…5…’
She exhaled,
‘1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10…’
And she repeated.
And repeated.
And repeated…
Her mind goes into a lull as she slips into the routine.
But she could not help but think.
She remembered what Medi said.
About the move he mentioned. Her mind carried her away as she reminisced of a time not too long ago.
When it became clear Lopunny wasn’t going to be much use in competitions, her trainer gave her the task of fighting pokemon in the wild that he wanted to catch. She didn’t mind as much, since it was an excuse to be out of her ball. Of course, it was inevitable that even that task would be too much for her, but this is not about that time.
She remembered when her master tossed her out before a particular Pokemon. It looked like a little human boy with blue skin and small pants. Its head was composed of a white pointy bit along the top of the skull with two round monkey like ears on each side.
“Go get the wild Meditite, Lopunny! You can do it!” Her master yelled. “Use Fire Punch!”
Without hesitation, she threw a flaming punch towards the little pokemon, however it was not there. She looked around in confusion, and saw that the meditite had moved out of the way.
“Damn it, I hate detect! Go for a thunder punch!”
She launched a lightning fast punch to the pokemon’s direction, but again it wasn’t there anymore. Before she could think, she felt a sudden kick to her side. Its pinpoint accuracy hit a sensitive region between her organs, causing her to buckle.
“Oh shoot, it knows fighting type moves!”
Fighting type was the bane of Normal type Pokemon, and she knew quite well from experience why. Normal types were predictable enough to have glaring weakness that trained fighters could look passed and exploit in battle. And considering Fighting type moves were designed specifically to exploit weaknesses in defenses, this leaves all normal types at their mercy.
“Lopunny, quick, use Ice Punch! We’ve got to freeze him!”
Knowing it was stupid, she followed his commands, throwing an ice punch the pokemon’s way. The meditite moved to dodge, but this time it wasn’t quick enough. Her ice-cold fist made contact with its face. A thick layer of ice formed on it as it recoiled from the hit. The layer spread as it froze in place.
“Lopunny return!”
She felt herself turn back into energy as she got sucked back into her ball, but she had one more glance at her opponent. She pieced together that the meditite was sensing her moves somehow. She thought about how that would be so incredibly useful.
She thought about how it would be useful right now.
“What are you thinking about?” Meditite asked. He abruptly broke from her train of thought.
“Thinking? I-I wasn’t…”
“I know you were thinking. I can tell when you’re not.”
She recoiled a bit from this. He was reading her like a book.
“I’m sorry, I was thinking about that move you were talking about earlier.”
“You were focusing on that?”
“Well, yeah. I’m sorry, I won’t let my mind wander ag-”
Suddenly, she felt something, something coming towards her face. She looked forward to see Medicham’s fist coming at her.
She leapt out of the way. However, in a blur he disappeared again. She looked around expecting the next blow to come from anywhere. But then, for a split second, she could feel it coming. She moved away again just as his fist came passed the side of her face.
“Woah!” She yelled in surprise.
He started tossing punches her way, but each one she could feel coming long before she saw it. It felt like afterimages or echoes in her mind, but not with sight or sound but by some sense she had never felt before. She didn’t quite know what it was, but she liked it.
The final punch barely missed grazing her face. They both freeze in that position, her body contorting to avoid the knuckle sandwich that was across her face now. She looked over to Medicham, and much to her surprise, he was smiling.
After a moment to clean up, the two sat in the positions they were before.
“I wasn’t lying before.” He said.
Lopunny looked up confused, not entirely sure what he was talking about.
“When I said it would take you years to learn that move normally, I meant it. But there is nothing normal about a prime. While you were meditating, I noticed a light come from you. That is how you learned how to detect so quickly. You no longer have to train like everyone else. The power to grow lies within you and as long as your master is happy, you can have it.”
He leaned forward and took Lopunny’s hands.
“You are a prime, you represent pure freedom in the Omniverse. You now have more freedom than any trainer you’ve ever served under. While I listed the downsides of freedom, you now know one of its perks. Celebrate it, master it, because you now have the power to change the world, and I do mean that literally.””
He lets go of her hands and reaches for his tea. Taking a sip, he let another gleeful smile spread across his face.
“Then again, so can every prime. What makes you unique is what you chose to do. And that,” he refills Lopunny’s cup with more tea, “was lesson two.”
‘Why did everything have to change when I finally understand how good I had it?’ She thought; many times she thought this as the hours went by, the constant chanting of exercising gorons serving as her background music.
She was thankful the gorons had a bed available. She mused they were probably used to accepting guests. Considering the only pleasant neighbors they had were the koopas, she couldn’t blame them for being hospitable. It has been so long since she actually slept in a bed; the moment she hit that fabric covered surface she conked out. She slept like a buneary that night.
The next morning was largely uneventful. She ate breakfast with the gorons again. Medicham once again did not show up for the meal. She was curious where else you could get food in a land like this. Upon eating, she rushes off to meet with Medicham once more.
She briskly walked up the dirt road up the mountain. It was hot as it was per usual, but like a new set of clothing she had gotten used to it pressing against her body and wore it like it was nothing. She could see the trees up at the top of the incline. She passed by the rock she where first met Medi and climbed the path, scared, but kind of excited for what lay ahead of her.
But before she could get too much further, she felt something collide against her back. She jolted her head around, expecting it to be another baby dragon, but she saw nothing. She saw the brief glimpse of a blur as she felt another blow, this time to the stomach. She keeled over on the ground, fighting back her breakfast which was desperately trying to escape its acidic prison. She saw Medicham’s foot; stepping in front of her face.
“Not all enemies chose to face you up front.” He states calmly. “Not all of them will seek a fair fight. That is your first lesson.”
Lopunny coughed violently, she rolls around, desperately trying to find a spot where it didn’t hurt to lie. In the end, it was futile; it hurt no matter what.
Medicham sighed. He grasped Lopunny by the arm, his grip so tight that it only added to her pain. He pulls her to her feet.
“Come with me to the fruit trees.”
Reluctantly, she followed him, grasping her pained stomach.
Under the cover of the trees, Medi brewed some tea over a fire. He pours a cup and places it front of the rabbit.
“Drink,” he said, “it will help.”
Slowly, she brought the teacup up to her lips. It tasted like plain boiled water to her. However, considering the water she drank the other day, she wasn’t in any position to judge. Oddly enough, it did help cut the queasiness she felt.
“I remember when I was but a little meditite, I learned a move that would protect me from such attacks.” He began, but he paused and sighed, “but its no good to you, your kind can’t learn that move. And it’d take years to learn it the old fashioned way. It is too unfortunate.”
She tried to think of which move he was talking about. But before she could think that hard on it, Medicham abruptly changed topics.
“For now, we meditate.” He stated, shifting to a cross-legged position. “The purpose of meditation is to focus your mind, clear if of thought so you may be unclouded for a time being.”
Lopunny got in the same position. She was still hurting a bit, but it was becoming bearable.
“Let’s do one of the most simple meditations: breathing. In your mind, you must count your breaths. Breathe in until you count to five, hold until you count to five, and then exhale until you count to ten. Then repeat. Go ahead, try it.”
She breathed in,
‘1…2…3…4…5…’
She held,
‘1…2…3…4…5…’
She exhaled,
‘1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10…’
And she repeated.
And repeated.
And repeated…
Her mind goes into a lull as she slips into the routine.
But she could not help but think.
She remembered what Medi said.
About the move he mentioned. Her mind carried her away as she reminisced of a time not too long ago.
When it became clear Lopunny wasn’t going to be much use in competitions, her trainer gave her the task of fighting pokemon in the wild that he wanted to catch. She didn’t mind as much, since it was an excuse to be out of her ball. Of course, it was inevitable that even that task would be too much for her, but this is not about that time.
She remembered when her master tossed her out before a particular Pokemon. It looked like a little human boy with blue skin and small pants. Its head was composed of a white pointy bit along the top of the skull with two round monkey like ears on each side.
“Go get the wild Meditite, Lopunny! You can do it!” Her master yelled. “Use Fire Punch!”
Without hesitation, she threw a flaming punch towards the little pokemon, however it was not there. She looked around in confusion, and saw that the meditite had moved out of the way.
“Damn it, I hate detect! Go for a thunder punch!”
She launched a lightning fast punch to the pokemon’s direction, but again it wasn’t there anymore. Before she could think, she felt a sudden kick to her side. Its pinpoint accuracy hit a sensitive region between her organs, causing her to buckle.
“Oh shoot, it knows fighting type moves!”
Fighting type was the bane of Normal type Pokemon, and she knew quite well from experience why. Normal types were predictable enough to have glaring weakness that trained fighters could look passed and exploit in battle. And considering Fighting type moves were designed specifically to exploit weaknesses in defenses, this leaves all normal types at their mercy.
“Lopunny, quick, use Ice Punch! We’ve got to freeze him!”
Knowing it was stupid, she followed his commands, throwing an ice punch the pokemon’s way. The meditite moved to dodge, but this time it wasn’t quick enough. Her ice-cold fist made contact with its face. A thick layer of ice formed on it as it recoiled from the hit. The layer spread as it froze in place.
“Lopunny return!”
She felt herself turn back into energy as she got sucked back into her ball, but she had one more glance at her opponent. She pieced together that the meditite was sensing her moves somehow. She thought about how that would be so incredibly useful.
She thought about how it would be useful right now.
“What are you thinking about?” Meditite asked. He abruptly broke from her train of thought.
“Thinking? I-I wasn’t…”
“I know you were thinking. I can tell when you’re not.”
She recoiled a bit from this. He was reading her like a book.
“I’m sorry, I was thinking about that move you were talking about earlier.”
“You were focusing on that?”
“Well, yeah. I’m sorry, I won’t let my mind wander ag-”
Suddenly, she felt something, something coming towards her face. She looked forward to see Medicham’s fist coming at her.
She leapt out of the way. However, in a blur he disappeared again. She looked around expecting the next blow to come from anywhere. But then, for a split second, she could feel it coming. She moved away again just as his fist came passed the side of her face.
“Woah!” She yelled in surprise.
He started tossing punches her way, but each one she could feel coming long before she saw it. It felt like afterimages or echoes in her mind, but not with sight or sound but by some sense she had never felt before. She didn’t quite know what it was, but she liked it.
The final punch barely missed grazing her face. They both freeze in that position, her body contorting to avoid the knuckle sandwich that was across her face now. She looked over to Medicham, and much to her surprise, he was smiling.
After a moment to clean up, the two sat in the positions they were before.
“I wasn’t lying before.” He said.
Lopunny looked up confused, not entirely sure what he was talking about.
“When I said it would take you years to learn that move normally, I meant it. But there is nothing normal about a prime. While you were meditating, I noticed a light come from you. That is how you learned how to detect so quickly. You no longer have to train like everyone else. The power to grow lies within you and as long as your master is happy, you can have it.”
He leaned forward and took Lopunny’s hands.
“You are a prime, you represent pure freedom in the Omniverse. You now have more freedom than any trainer you’ve ever served under. While I listed the downsides of freedom, you now know one of its perks. Celebrate it, master it, because you now have the power to change the world, and I do mean that literally.””
He lets go of her hands and reaches for his tea. Taking a sip, he let another gleeful smile spread across his face.
“Then again, so can every prime. What makes you unique is what you chose to do. And that,” he refills Lopunny’s cup with more tea, “was lesson two.”
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