Beyond the Adventure - A Pokémon Story

Epilogue

                “Crono…”

                “Crono!”

                “Good morning, Crono.”

                A lovely voice wakes me from my slumber.  I peel my eyelids apart slowly, blinking away the sleep.  I am greeted with a heavenly sight; a beautiful angel draped in golden sunlight, topped with a brilliant copper halo.  She smiles down upon me.

                “Wake up, sweetheart.  You’re going to be late for work.”

                My vision clears.  A lovely woman with sapphire eyes smiles at me; my gorgeous wife, Liz.  She walks over to the curtains and pulls them apart, flooding the room with morning light.  I squint in the light and sit up.  Liz looks at me and smiles.

                “I have breakfast ready for you,” she says.  “Better hurry up before Jaws eats it again.”  She turns and heads out the bedroom door.

                I yawn and stretch.  I remove the covers off me and plant my feet onto the floor.  I reach over and take my cane, made of Johto rosewood and topped with a meteorite with a red stain, coated in a preserve and shined to a gloss.  I carefully stand, leaning on my cane for support, and walk over to the dresser.  I look in the mirror.  The man I see before me impresses me; he has aged well, with a well-groomed beard, and eyes that has seen so much in the world.  I glance at the framed photograph on my dresser; a picture of Darius, Jess, Jaws, and myself.  It was taken about a year after that dreaded day, ten years ago.  I instinctively touch the scar on my chest.  The pain has long faded, but the memory still lives vividly in my mind.

                I do not remember much after that day.  Darius did his best to fill me in on the details.  I was in a coma for a month.  When Steven arrived, I had lost so much blood, they did not think I would make it.  Steven, however, had been working on new technology that incorporated Pokéball technology for the purpose of saving those in medical emergency situations, courtesy of Devon Corp.  He had a prototype with him and used me as a field test.  As Steven explained, it detects a person’s life force to determine if the person is near death, then captures them and puts them in stasis until they can be taken to a hospital.  Fortunately for me, the prototype worked and I was taken to a hospital.  I needed a blood transfusion, but due to my rare blood type of AB-, the rarest in the world, the surgery on my hip had to wait.  Surprisingly, Jess also had AB- and volunteered to give me her blood.  They were able to operate on my hip.  They said I would walk again, but would require aid.  Then they waited for me to come out of the coma.

                All this Darius had filled me in.  He said it was the most scared he had ever felt.  He came to visit nearly every day to check on me.  It feels good knowing I have such a great friend.  Of course, I do not remember any of this.  What I do remember, however, is the first face I saw when I woke up was my beautiful wife, Liz.  She had stayed by my side for my entire hospitalization, even taking leave from work to tend to me.  And then, of course, the first Pokémon face I saw was none other than Jaws.  He too stayed by my side, eagerly awaiting my recovery.  Liz also took care of him.  I smile as I open a drawer and throw on a collar shirt.  She is the most wonderful woman a man like me could ever hope for and I am eternally grateful.

                I head downstairs to find Liz cooking some food at the stove.  Jaws sits at the table, a guilty grin on his face.  I look at him, shake my head, and smile.  He did it again; he ate my breakfast.  Liz looks at me.  “I told you to hurry,” she says with a smile.

                I sit at the table next to Jaws.  “Yes, you did,” I say.  Liz brings me another plate of food, which Jaws eyeballs.  I shove him away.  “You, sir, have had enough.”  As I eat, Jaws and I play.  We never did find his original owner, and quite frankly, I do not think he cares.  As many people have told me before, he seems quite at home with me, and I am glad I did not have to give him up.  He has been a loyal friend ever since that fateful day on the Goldenrod Pier.  He stuck by me, through thick and thin, life and death, and has never given up in times I myself may have, had he not been there.  He was, and still is, the best friend I have ever had.