Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon,
fin.
This is my first Pokemon P.O.V
ever and the beginning is a bit sticky but please I’ll try to improve so endure
with me. Anyway please review in order to improve I need feedback! Thank you!
P.S I have described a pichu as a field mouse in this fic
and made it a lot smaller than it is in the anime and the game for realism
purposes as well as a couple of other Pokemon eg: a
larger girafirig etc.
Breezin’
.It Begins.
There it was. My
distorted reflection in the water. The only evidence
that I exist.
A few years ago before I became king I was a prince like most of my
predecessors. My kingdom was a prosperous place like it is now. The land was
green and there were many animals to eat: we never went hungry.
I lived a very secluded life with my father, mother and younger
siblings. We were the royal family. My siblings and I were respected, praised
and worshipped for being born resulting in my brethren and I
harboring the fictitious idea that we were better than the rest of the kingdom.
And such we grew up, arrogant, cold and empty.
And then it happened one day. I began to rethink my life. At this point
I had not done anything to prove my worth. I questioned why I was born. I had no talents besides getting up in the
morning and being served and waited upon while I gorged myself. And the
questions kept on going through my mind: Why was I born? Just to live off
others and follow in my parents footsteps, did I not have a destiny….?
My thoughts traveled deeper into my inner self. I felt a vacuum. Did I
have a soul or was I just an empty vessel put on earth to take up room and
steal oxygen from other kinds. The only
reason why anybody looked at me, talked to me, asked my opinion on anything was
because of my linage.
And so I took a
brave decision. By far the biggest and bravest I had taken in my short life. I
distanced myself from the royal family. I needed to define myself, to fill that
empty space in my chest, to give myself a reason to exist and to be alive.
Often, I would wake up in the morning, stare at the pink sky, and ask
who am I? I’d go to the water’s edge and
look at the reflection, I wanted to see who the me was
and who it was I was looking at. I had an empty feeling...
(o*;*o)
The night was dry. A constant where I live.
Everything is always dry. The grass in the savannah, the leaves of the trees
and before the rainy season our water as well.
There were many stars out that night, a particularly heavy cluster of
them right down the middle of the sky.
About four times a week we all woke up around this time to go hunting.
The females of course did most or all of the work only calling the assistance
of the males when they were hunting a large prey as was custom with my species.
Tonight was no different, my father and I, and my siblings too young to
hunt would stay behind. There was one old female left to look after the young.
She was the oldest and didn’t have the strength to hunt anymore.
My father was sprawled out lazily on a large rock just in the boundaries
of the tree’s shadow. His fore paws were
crossed with his head was perched on top, his eyes closed.
The stars provided just enough light to illuminate his dozing form, his
thick mane framing his strong features.
In my youth I’d hoped to grow into a Luxray as
strong and regal as my father. Though I’d soon grown out of
that idea as I’d grown older. But even so the dream was coming true. I
was looking more and more like my father everyday. His powerful jutting chest
was becoming mine, his thick black mane sprouting on my head, his muscled
shoulders and hind legs resembled my own as did my teeth, once small and pin
like, now, thick daggers.
He didn’t stir as I slunk past.
I was already hungry before the females had set out for the hunt. My
father’s unconsciousness left me free to do some hunting for myself. If he had been awake I would have been
subjected to a strong lesson in the royal duties.
I padded quietly into the tall grass, sparing a small glance for my
father before disappearing into the night.
***(((-End Prologue-)))***