OldTreecko
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Old Treecko's Forest Part 1: History Lesson
Old Treecko leaned back on the tree he used to sleep on. He had gotten quite good at sleep-standing. He was- in fact- a very old Treecko. But for some strange reason, he was still alive and able to battle like his grandsons. He wasn't really sleeping- just "resting his eyes." All old members of Old Treecko's Forest did this- he felt obligated to do it, too.
"Grandpa, will you tell us another story of the old days?" This voice was high-pitched and childlike. Old Treecko would recognize this voice anywhere- Tara, his only granddaughter. He opened one eye to see the child's sparkling yellow eyes. Beside her were her friends... What were their names now? Old Treecko thought surveying the Sentret, Cleffa, and Eevee pleading in the same way. They always did that.
"So, Tara," he wheezed in his husky voice, "You want to know more about your old Grandpa, eh?"
"Please, Mr. Guardian!" the Cleffa exclaimed, brimming with joy and happiness.
"Fine then," he wheezed, sitting down slowly.
"When your grandfather was just a little shaver, he grew up in dark times. Dark times indeed. Gengar came and went like dust storms in the desert. Our militia really didn't work that well."
"Excuse me, sir," the Sentret interrupted politely, "But what's a militia?"
"A militia is sort of like an army," the Eevee answered knowingly. "Can we go on with our story now?"
Old Treecko smiled and continued, "My mother would always tell me scary stories- ones you wouldn't want to hear- to scare me. Gengar are truly evil Pokemon.
"When I grew older, the number of Gengar decreased a bit, but swarms of Yanma appeared to eat our berries and leaves. Many of our people died of hunger in this time. My mother was one of them." Old Treecko bowed his head. Tara lowered hers a little to show respect to her great-grandmother.
"I was taken to be part of the militia where I would train and evolve. Such a distasteful thing... But time went on in the militia's training plan, and I grew stronger. Every person who confronted me was sent home crying," The girl Pokemon let out squeals of amazement. Tara's grandfather was the strongest Pokemon in the forest!
"Grandpa, what happened after the militia took a Gengar attack?" Tara asked. She had heard bits and pieces, and this was her favorite story.
"You like that part, don't you?" Old Treecko asked, and continued with the story. "Many Pokemon thought less of me because I was unevolved. They thought that my body was for a child. But one day, I would prove them wrong. A ghost of Gengars attacked the militia base, and we were forced to fight without weaponry or protection. Many Pokemon did not survive- again I say this. The only other ones who survived were old, experienced, and on their last year with the militia. The next year, the militia was gone. No more fighting. The Gengar would win."
"But they didn't, right?" the Cleffa asked, a tad spooked by the story.
"Of course not!" Old Treecko laughed. "Because as soon as the Gengar invaded your grandmother's home, I rose to power with a new light in me! I defeated every invader with time to kiss her a few times!"
"Grandpa, please skip the mushy stuff!" Tara whined. This was her least favorite part.
"That's when I became guardian. Or at least I named myself "The Guardian" to raise everyone's hopes about the war against the Gengar. No one bought it, though, until I won the Battle of Bleak Lake single-handedly. That was when they named me the actual "Great Protector" for my life."
"Grandpa, are there still Gengar around today?" Tara asked.
"Of course," the Eevee replied. "But your grandfather does such a good job, chances are you'll never see one."
"Oh yeah?" a dark and menacing voice asked.
Old Treecko leaned back on the tree he used to sleep on. He had gotten quite good at sleep-standing. He was- in fact- a very old Treecko. But for some strange reason, he was still alive and able to battle like his grandsons. He wasn't really sleeping- just "resting his eyes." All old members of Old Treecko's Forest did this- he felt obligated to do it, too.
"Grandpa, will you tell us another story of the old days?" This voice was high-pitched and childlike. Old Treecko would recognize this voice anywhere- Tara, his only granddaughter. He opened one eye to see the child's sparkling yellow eyes. Beside her were her friends... What were their names now? Old Treecko thought surveying the Sentret, Cleffa, and Eevee pleading in the same way. They always did that.
"So, Tara," he wheezed in his husky voice, "You want to know more about your old Grandpa, eh?"
"Please, Mr. Guardian!" the Cleffa exclaimed, brimming with joy and happiness.
"Fine then," he wheezed, sitting down slowly.
"When your grandfather was just a little shaver, he grew up in dark times. Dark times indeed. Gengar came and went like dust storms in the desert. Our militia really didn't work that well."
"Excuse me, sir," the Sentret interrupted politely, "But what's a militia?"
"A militia is sort of like an army," the Eevee answered knowingly. "Can we go on with our story now?"
Old Treecko smiled and continued, "My mother would always tell me scary stories- ones you wouldn't want to hear- to scare me. Gengar are truly evil Pokemon.
"When I grew older, the number of Gengar decreased a bit, but swarms of Yanma appeared to eat our berries and leaves. Many of our people died of hunger in this time. My mother was one of them." Old Treecko bowed his head. Tara lowered hers a little to show respect to her great-grandmother.
"I was taken to be part of the militia where I would train and evolve. Such a distasteful thing... But time went on in the militia's training plan, and I grew stronger. Every person who confronted me was sent home crying," The girl Pokemon let out squeals of amazement. Tara's grandfather was the strongest Pokemon in the forest!
"Grandpa, what happened after the militia took a Gengar attack?" Tara asked. She had heard bits and pieces, and this was her favorite story.
"You like that part, don't you?" Old Treecko asked, and continued with the story. "Many Pokemon thought less of me because I was unevolved. They thought that my body was for a child. But one day, I would prove them wrong. A ghost of Gengars attacked the militia base, and we were forced to fight without weaponry or protection. Many Pokemon did not survive- again I say this. The only other ones who survived were old, experienced, and on their last year with the militia. The next year, the militia was gone. No more fighting. The Gengar would win."
"But they didn't, right?" the Cleffa asked, a tad spooked by the story.
"Of course not!" Old Treecko laughed. "Because as soon as the Gengar invaded your grandmother's home, I rose to power with a new light in me! I defeated every invader with time to kiss her a few times!"
"Grandpa, please skip the mushy stuff!" Tara whined. This was her least favorite part.
"That's when I became guardian. Or at least I named myself "The Guardian" to raise everyone's hopes about the war against the Gengar. No one bought it, though, until I won the Battle of Bleak Lake single-handedly. That was when they named me the actual "Great Protector" for my life."
"Grandpa, are there still Gengar around today?" Tara asked.
"Of course," the Eevee replied. "But your grandfather does such a good job, chances are you'll never see one."
"Oh yeah?" a dark and menacing voice asked.