Fate (Being edited//Don't read yet!!!)

Chapter 12: Mt. Moon

(Picture of Charizard above is one I drew, following a youtube video—its great practice~ ignore the wacky claw)

Leaving Pewter City behind a few days later, Misty and I were stopped by a frustrated Brock on our way past the city exit.

He had angrily asked us if he could come with us, sighing and apologizing after we said yes, as he explained what had pissed him off so much.

"My dad came back home. He *grrrr* told me to leave and follow my dream (he sneered the word, voice dripping sarcasm) of traveling and learning about Pokémon. I'm sorry I wasn't there yesterday to say bye.....but family drama. So, where are we heading to? What's our route?"

Misty and I had left it at that. It wasn't really our business, and we figured he would share more if he wanted to.

Later that day instead of stopping to eat lunch, we ate as we walked, and Misty explained how I was training my teammates to the cute—er, to the dark haired guy.

I input some detail and explanation as to why I did certain things that way, and as we settled into a camping zone for travelers, Misty and I fell into our training routine, with Brock bringing out his teammates, a sleepy and bored looking teenaged  Rhyhorn and a fussy little child-staged Cubone that seemed to have an attitude problem.

He had to explain to Misty why they weren't his original Pokémon, and we learned he had been in a hurry to leave, only grabbing two of the younger more untrained ones from the gym's p.c. to start his journey with, because he had no time to get his original teammates if he wanted to catch up to us.
He also felt better in the end that his Onyx, which was his starter, and his original Golem would be staying to protect his siblings and home, so was somewhat content he had left them behind in the end.

"It'll be a fresh start. The last time I tried to travel was when I just finished school at fourteen. I was only out there for about six months, then Mom ended up getting a job offer and had to leave for business, and I had to come back and undergo Gym Leader training instead. Before I could leave again dad broke his promise that he would keep the gym leader status and train one of my siblings. Instead he up and left in the middle of the night a day before I was gonna leave, meaning I was forced to stay and take over the gym and my siblings because he's turned out to be a flaky douche."

I sympathized with him. Familial obligation hits hard sometimes, and he had definitely taken the higher road and grew up quickly. This guy... mom and dad in my last life would have liked him a lot.

Being filial was very important in general to the people in my last life, especially after the devastating natural disasters that occurred from a build up of global warming.

Over a quarter of the states had been wiped out, along with a large part of South America, and it took the remaining survivors over fifty years to see much of a semblance of life from before.
It was thanks to our allied countries that those who lived could go and start again, their help being what got us back on our feet. We were indebted to quite a few countries in the end, but at least we were able to rebuild and keep what peace we had.

We had been lucky.

I had been lucky.

I was born almost a hundred years after it happened, with new and improved technology. Humans evolve to survive. Its been known for centuries that we adapt when things are hardest and learn from it.
The sudden technology boom in my parent's generation was just one way it happened.

Family was extremely important to those survivors after all the lives that had been lost by nature's retribution.

It was passed down to my generation that you need to cherish those you have, for without those that birthed you, you had nothing to fall back on where you lived, in times of need. Being filial was extremely important.