A New Life Through The Eyes Of Kanto: An Autobiography

An Abundance Of Solace Part 1 Of 3

The plains were as open and wide as could be as my path led me further away from Fuchsia City. The green grass poked out in patches beneath the glistening white snow that crunched beneath my boots. A cold burst of air blew light snow against my face as I pushed my hands deeper into the pockets of my coat, lowering my head against the forceful cold.

I wasn't a huge fan of the warmer weather. Though a nice sunny day was appreciated on occasion, if it were up to me, the world would live in endless days of cold and snow, only to be interrupted by a good old chilly, rainy storm. It simply fit me.

I kicked up snow as I walked, smiling a little. How lucky I was to be alone today. How lucky I was to be living on my own, free to travel as I felt necessary. I had a great life. Maybe. Am I really so lucky? I wondered. It's been fun on this journey so far, but it's been dangerous, too. In fact, it's been downright terrifying. Is this the life I prefer to live? Is this truly what makes me happy? Am I satisfied so far with my decision to become a Pokemon Trainer?

There I was, thinking too much, as usual. Or maybe, for somebody on a journey traveling the world with Pokemon and having experienced what I've gone through so far, I had every right to be in the mindstate I was in. Of course, I was always this way, even before beginning my Pokemon journey. Thinking about the future, and life, and never being satisfied with what was going on in the now, was a common occurrence in my head.

"Ssslloooooooooww..." a voice yawned loudly from somewhere nearby. It was a Pokemon who was staring up at me, smiling goofily.

"Hey!" I stopped. "A Slowpoke!" I pulled out my Pokedex.

Slowpoke. The Dopey Pokemon. Very dimwitted, it takes them a long time to feel any pain. They often spend their time fishing with their own tail, their faces seeming lost in thought, though it is probably not thinking of anything at all.

A wild Slowpoke out here? I thought. What a chance to capture yet another great Pokemon. I grabbed a Poke Ball from my belt to battle Slowpoke with and tossed it. "Weepinbell, go!"

"BEEEEELL!" Weepinbell called out as it appeared.

"Pooooooke..." Slowpoke responded, its eyes slowly lowering to its opponent.

"Weepinbell, use Slam attack, now!"

Weepinbell's vine reached out to grab Slowpoke.

A scream was followed by a brown figure that flew at Weepinbell and kicked it!

"Beeeeell!" Weepinbell flew through the air, its attack interrupted.

"Whoa!" I stumbled backwards as a figured loomed tall with its back to me. "What the...?"

A Hitmonlee stood in front of me, gazing at Weepinbell, bouncing on his feet, his springy legs increasing and decreasing in size rapidly.

Hitmonlee, the Kicking Pokemon and the evolved form of Tyrogue. A Hitmonlee's legs can increase and decrease in size when necessary. The length their legs can reach when in battle often surprises their opponents.

"Wow! I can't believe I found me a wild Hitmonlee!" I reveled.

"Well, good, because you didn't!" a voice shouted out. A guy strolled up to us all, glaring at me with crossed, muscular arms. His long hair was tied in a ponytail. "That Hitmonlee is mine, and that Slowpoke is not for capture!"

"Who are you?" I asked, my heart beating rapidly.

"My name is Will," he said, still glaring at me. He spoke with an accent, as if we were from some country area. "Will Laramie. This is the Big P Pokemon Ranch, owned by the Laramie family, and you have no permission to capture any Pokemon in this area. We work hard raising the Pokemon here so they can grow up the right way, and it's against the law to capture Pokemon here."