01-11-2015, 12:56 PM
Medicham lead Lopunny up the mountain. She felt ashamed, stupid, and like a fool. She could have gone anywhere. She could have avoided everything. That bird would still be alive. She felt tears begin to well in the bottoms of her eyes, but she’s suddenly distracted by the grove of fruit trees they just entered.
“This is the only fertile soil for miles.” Said Medichan, not even waiting for her to ask. “Gorons need hobbies, and sometimes it’s not stereotypically manly stuff. I wouldn’t eat any of it though, deadly toxic.”
The fruits came in a varying barrage of colors, dotting a full color spectrum across the leaves. It is a wonder how anything could maintain a color in the oppressive red light radiating from the sky.
Medicham turns half way toward Lopunny, an intense look in his eyes.
“A long time ago, our ancestors had to chose sides.” He began.
Lopunny sat down on her knees and listened intently.
“Some chose to fight along side the humans but most chose to appose humanity. The humans were forced to raise pokemon just to protect themselves.
“At some point in our existence, we noticed that Pokemon raised by humans were not only happier, but much stronger than the ones in the wild. More and more sided with humanity, and over the centuries this would become part of our DNA. You see…”
He turns to face her and sits down in front of her.
“A pokemon in the wild will fight a human most of the time. This is our way to prove the human’s worth. When a Pokemon gets caught, its DNA is hardwired to suddenly want to obey their new master.
“The lack of freedom is its own liberation. Don’t have to make decisions anymore, don’t have to be responsible for our actions, its not our place to carry the burden of change that lies on our masters. Just let our lives fall into place as a routine where it’s safe, comfortable, and predictable. We’ve long given up freedom as a species, and it’s worked for us for centuries… mostly.
“However, it’s no longer going to work for you. You are in the Omniverse now; you are a prime. Your only master now is Omni, and he’s not going to tell you what to do. You’ll have to be your own pokemon.”
“But, what should I do?” She asked, sheepishly.
“I’m not going to tell you. You have to make your own choices now, and take responsibility for them. That’s the price of freedom, and you are going to have to pay up whether you like it or not.”
She had nothing to say, so she just sat there in silence. He didn’t really do a good job in selling all this to her, as she felt like she just been offered a bum deal.
“Freedom has its perks. You’ll soon see.” He said, reassuringly. He must have noticed her expression.
With a single movement, he was back on his feet.
“I will train you to fight, but only the basics. It’s your duty to develop a style that works. For the most part, I’ll be teaching you how to be a free Pokemon.”
He turned away from her.
“Our training starts tomorrow. Be here after breakfast.”
And with that, he walks off, leaving Lopunny to her thoughts.
“This is the only fertile soil for miles.” Said Medichan, not even waiting for her to ask. “Gorons need hobbies, and sometimes it’s not stereotypically manly stuff. I wouldn’t eat any of it though, deadly toxic.”
The fruits came in a varying barrage of colors, dotting a full color spectrum across the leaves. It is a wonder how anything could maintain a color in the oppressive red light radiating from the sky.
Medicham turns half way toward Lopunny, an intense look in his eyes.
“A long time ago, our ancestors had to chose sides.” He began.
Lopunny sat down on her knees and listened intently.
“Some chose to fight along side the humans but most chose to appose humanity. The humans were forced to raise pokemon just to protect themselves.
“At some point in our existence, we noticed that Pokemon raised by humans were not only happier, but much stronger than the ones in the wild. More and more sided with humanity, and over the centuries this would become part of our DNA. You see…”
He turns to face her and sits down in front of her.
“A pokemon in the wild will fight a human most of the time. This is our way to prove the human’s worth. When a Pokemon gets caught, its DNA is hardwired to suddenly want to obey their new master.
“The lack of freedom is its own liberation. Don’t have to make decisions anymore, don’t have to be responsible for our actions, its not our place to carry the burden of change that lies on our masters. Just let our lives fall into place as a routine where it’s safe, comfortable, and predictable. We’ve long given up freedom as a species, and it’s worked for us for centuries… mostly.
“However, it’s no longer going to work for you. You are in the Omniverse now; you are a prime. Your only master now is Omni, and he’s not going to tell you what to do. You’ll have to be your own pokemon.”
“But, what should I do?” She asked, sheepishly.
“I’m not going to tell you. You have to make your own choices now, and take responsibility for them. That’s the price of freedom, and you are going to have to pay up whether you like it or not.”
She had nothing to say, so she just sat there in silence. He didn’t really do a good job in selling all this to her, as she felt like she just been offered a bum deal.
“Freedom has its perks. You’ll soon see.” He said, reassuringly. He must have noticed her expression.
With a single movement, he was back on his feet.
“I will train you to fight, but only the basics. It’s your duty to develop a style that works. For the most part, I’ll be teaching you how to be a free Pokemon.”
He turned away from her.
“Our training starts tomorrow. Be here after breakfast.”
And with that, he walks off, leaving Lopunny to her thoughts.
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