Survival is everything
S- Size up the situation
U- Undue waste makes a haste
R- Remember where you are
V- Vanquish fear and panic
I- Improvise
V- Value Living
A- Act like your natives
L- Live by your wits
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The first horn is blown.
"Up! Nite! Up!" Hollered my father, Emboar. I rise to my feet and begin getting ready.
Step one; Wash up
Step two; Dry off
Step three; Gather materials
Step four; Say goodbye
Step five; Leave forever
"Son," Emboar put a hand on my shoulder, "I want you to know that even if you don't come back alive, the Fire Realm will always treasure your bravery." He gave me a quick hug that I returned before I left the hut.
Long lines of fire-type Pokèmon stood in front of a stage. A Zoroark walked onto the stage and cleared his throat.
"Ladies and Gentlèmon! Boys and girls," The young, first stage Pokèmon hugged their parents tightly. "Today is the ten-year mark of the last Survival Games, which means, that three very special Pokèmon from this Realm willing be chosen to compete and represent their fellow fire-types." He waited for an applause. Keep talking bud!
A table was brought to him and he sat down. His hand reached into a bowl filled with cut up papers.
"The first name is... Monferno!" He waved a paper in the air with a wicked grin.
A young monkey Pokèmon found his way to the stage. Poor guy, he looks a bit too young to be a 2nd stage Pokèmon... I'll pray for him.
"Next is... Fletchinder!" A female fire-flying type roughly flew towards the stage, standing fiercely next to Monferno. She looks like she'll be alright by herself...
"Finally, last but not least," I winced and crossed my fingers, hoping my name would be on the last paper. "Pignite!" I jinxed myself
After glancing back at my hut, I saw my father holding back many tears, a single on slipping out, My feet began moving solemnly towards the stage.
"Alright folks! Each contestant has five minutes before we depart make sure you use your time wisely!" Zoroark then dropped the mic, and walked into a large jeep.
"S-So, how many sponsers did you ask for?" Monferno asked, shaking uneasily. "I asked for twelve..."
That's not a lot at all! They set him up! I'll make it my job to protect him!
"Twenty." Fletchinder muttered already annoyed.
I looked up and counted in my head. "Eighteen." Liar! You specifically asked for 35!
"Yeah, the scale does go up to Fifty after all..." I sighed.
"Well I'm glad they picked me! This gives me the opportunity to get back the Fire Realms good name! I can't believe we were one of the last winners ten years ago! Next to Bug Realm..." Fletchinder exclaimed.
"True, Dragon Realm won that time, their Realm got invincibility." I added.
"M-My M-Mother died last T-Time." Monferno sulked, breaking into tears. I pat him on the back gently. He really needs help...
The second horn is blown.
"Attention Fire Realm! All Pokèmon who had their names called must now report to the Jeep, there you will be taken to the Main Area, where you will meet the other Pokèmon chosen from other Realms and you will know what to do from there." Zoroark spoke, leading us towards the jet black Commander Jeep.
"Here we go."
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Survive (Pokèmon)
AventuraIt has been ten years since the last Pokèmon Survival Tournament. Something that only happens once, every ten years. A young Pignite has very high chances of being chosen, a good thing? Not. At. All. Two more fire-types have been chosen from the Fla...
