Pokmon Master (one-shot, rewrite)

Started by Dragonfree December 14th, 2004 4:50 PM
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Dragonfree

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Pokmon Master

Pokmon master. I didnt even know what it meant. In my mind, it merely had some kind of a higher, magnificent meaning; the ultimate goal, the final target. Something to be desired over anything else; my mental image of greatness.

Pokmon master. Those two words had all those meanings. Id feel pride spread through my chest every time I had acquired a new Badge and, or so I thought, brought myself one small step closer to this goal.

Pokmon master. I guess it was comforting to imagine it as a stairway, because no matter how high a stairway goes, it can always be climbed. However long the walk from one stair to the next, and however often one would need to rest on the way, the progress was constant.

Pokmon master? What was it, anyway? Did I have the right to proclaim myself their master after climbing a set of stairs? I asked myself this sometimes. Shouldnt I be my Pokmons friend, not master?

Pokmon master. Yet, the words rang in my ears, driving me further up. And my Pokmon helped me go on. They loved me; in a childish sort of manner, but they loved me. I had been told again and again, and reassured myself of it every day, that my progress was not only thanks to my own determination and endurance, or to my careful training with them, but also to the bond between us.

Pokmon master. Was this it? This bond? Were we perhaps already there, but searching blindly for steps further up? But something told me otherwise. I kept going and drove my Pokmon harder.

Pokmon master. A master of Pokmon. Would humans ever become Pokmon masters? I was starting to doubt it. Pokmon worked so hard for us, protected us, were friends with us, helped us all of their own free will. Why did they do it?

Pokmon master. I was starting to sense some irony in the concept. Pokmon had us nailed down; we were completely helpless against them. They were the true masters, werent they? Yet I was taking them with me up never-ending stairs, at the end of which would be recognition and fame for me but nothing for them. They would only come up with me to go down again sooner or later.

Pokmon master! It was becoming laughable now. Why did I treat my superiors like slaves or children? I started treating them like the people they were as equals. As I would treat a human friend. I started respecting them.

Pokmon master. They also felt that goal fade in my mind. They sensed that I was ready to upgrade our relationship. They started respecting me back, not like a parent but like a friend of their own species. And to my surprise, I discovered that they honestly wanted to be around me. They liked my company, and enjoyed shifting into a blank state of mind in which they could trust me to control their bodies like a puppeteer.

Pokmon master. Yes, I finally became one. We battled better this way, and finally nobody doubted that no one was a match for us. Many others followed in my footsteps, considering their Pokmon equals instead of inferiors.

Pokmon master. Thats what I am. Ash Ketchum, the worlds first trainer to respect his Pokmon as equals. Yet, I cannot help noticing that our relationship has grown stern and formal. Pikachu would never lick my hand or snuggle up to me now. That is a way of showing affection for a superior, not an equal. Sometimes I find myself missing the old days.

Pokmon master yes, sometimes I wish it was still a dream at the end of an endless stairway; that I was still struggling to proceed. Sometimes I wish they would only start considering themselves inferior again. But its too late now.

Pokmon master. Ironic term indeed. The little control that we had over them is now lost. Our fate is in their hands.

Pokmon master? The idea remains, but the reality is long gone.

They are the masters now
~Butterfree/Dragonfree/antialiasis of The Cave of Dragonflies

Still not going to sprite for your fangame. Sorry, but I don't really sprite or give out permission for people to use my fake Pokémon anymore.
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Ok,that was strange,great,but strange,it at first sounded like that the story is coming from a dark and corrupted mind,but then it all started making sence...

Dragonfree

Teh Spwriter. :3

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o_O;;; Huge bump...

I still call it a fanfic even though it doesn't exactly have a real storyline or plot, but meh, whatever. If you prefer, you can also look at one of my zillion other one-shots or even chaptered works, all of which would definitely fall into your definition of a fanfic.
~Butterfree/Dragonfree/antialiasis of The Cave of Dragonflies

Still not going to sprite for your fangame. Sorry, but I don't really sprite or give out permission for people to use my fake Pokémon anymore.
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Seen June 10th, 2005
Posted May 4th, 2005
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Well, I read this at SPP in the completed FF, thought this was a rewrite of that version but it wasn't so I just skimmed it.

It's a interesting piece, puts things into perspective. I love the stairway metaphor and how you apply the idea of already being at the top and trying to climb imaginary steps. Not a big fan of the mentioning of Ash, since I preferred the idea of picturing the trainer in your mind. When you name Ash as the trainer that picture of "anyone" is forcibly gone, although I suppose it adds a sense of familiarity to some people so I guess it may just be my opinion that it was a bad move to mention him, considering his mentioning only contributes 1 paragraph of something that an imaginary character couldn't contribute to (if that made sense...).

Anyway, this seems a bit... "poetic", but meh, it was still good...

-"Fin"