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5: Locked Fates and Decisions

> > Lucas

"Nathan, Lucas, sit down." The old man tugged two rolling chairs over, to which Nathan and I sat down on uneasily. "You two... have been chosen."

"Chosen for what?" The words slipped quickly from my lips; I had not been expecting an entire lecture from the elder man. In fact, I had been ready to go home as to distance myself from any more pokemon.

Professor Rowan glared at me harshly, clenching his jaw before sighing in defeat. "This is a very serious thing, do not interrupt."

Although he had not scolded me, I still shrank beneath his eyes, averting my own instantly. My eyes followed the Chimchar as it deliberately made its way into Nathan's lap, wrapping the teenage boy's arms around its tiny body. I shivered, and then decided it was better to look at the professor than that creature.

"You two seem like very intelligent boys. I'm sure you have had some sort of schooling?" he inquired, his hand moving to massage the frontal area his neck.

"Yes sir, we learned the basic curriculum in Jubilife City while living in the dorms," Nathan spoke, his arms clasping it slightly more as he spoke. The professor looked at me, but I made no indication that I was going to talk.

"So you probably know the general idea of the Ruins War. So, as you know that there were three legendary trainers-"

"Wait, the Ruins War?" My childhood friend immediately looked to me after interrupting, confusion written all over his face.

"Yes," I sighed. "We did learn that."

"Did we?" he trailed off, scratching his neck awkwardly.

The professor clicked his tongue, "The Ruins War took place a something like a decade ago, perhaps while you were around six years old." He looked at me for confirmation, Nathan still adorning a befuddled look on his face.

"We were two," I corrected him sharply. My eyes settled on the intricate wood carving on his desk, the incomplete chunk so far only having three pairs of legs and a serpentine tail, unwanted memories resurfacing.

"The Ruins War was the one that began with conflict within the Shuhon region, now known as the Johto and Kanto regions. Shuhon was burdened by evil intentions within, such as the organization Team Rocket, and lacked the order the region needed when the pokémon Ho-oh and Lugia awoke. Although the region was saved from the wrath of the legendaries by whom we now deem a one of the most famous heroes in history, Red Satoshi, he disappeared shortly after when the region needed him most. They needed a leader, one who could overlook the large mass of land with good intentions, but as the spot was left empty people arose from the shadows with desires." A dark look crossed his face and he ran his hand over the carefully sculpted object, clicking his tongue when he encountered a splinter in his hand.

He shoulders slouched as he continued, "Some rose with desires to fix the region, to reunite the people, whereas others wanted domination and power. Eventually, two stood above the rest. Each of the pair gathered their followers and clashed; neither won. Instead, three trainers of an unknown origin, but not native to Johto or Kanto, defeated both leaders in battle. With thousands of lives already lost, an agreement was made that the once strong region would split into two: Johto, taking the name meaning leadership because of their larger population, and Kanto, who took the name meaning freedom from its other half. Today, only one of the two leaders still stands tall: Lance Wataru, the champion of the Johto region. Meanwhile, the other position has been passed to Blue Okido of the Kanto region."

"What happened to the three trainers? Weren't they heroes as well?" Nathan's face was one of seriousness, as if he were learning this for the first time.

"The three trainers also disappeared, perhaps to where Red has gone," Rowan murmured solemnly.

"What does this have to do with us? I see no point." A scowl crossed my face as I folded my arms across my chest. Between not being able to go home and the tension between the pokemon and I, my temper was running on the shorter end.

"These three trainers were said to be very special. They protected their pokemon with their lives, as if their lives depended on it, and could bring out their partner's powers further than the average person. They could achieve something known as Mega Evolution." Rowan's voice was a deadly level of serious as he brushed off his pants and leaned forward. "The pokemon disappeared with their trainers and  the only things left were three delicate eggs. There have been many theories such as that these trainers were miracles sent from the heavens and that the eggs were for our next saviors, but I believe these eggs are the reincarnations of these special pokemon."

Dead silence seemed to weigh down the air as we stared at him in disbelief.

"What kind of idea is that? Do you think we're stupid?" I growled, my hands forming fists at my sides as I stood up. The chair rolled back in my sudden movement, then captured in its escape by Nathan.

"Lucas, listen to me!" the professor roared, his own temper run short as well. "I have been specially passed these eggs by Professor Elm, only because I'm the evolution specialist. I wouldn't want or have anything to do with them if I hadn't owed him a large favor! Do you know how many memories they bring?" His voice cracked as he shook, his hands now clutching the wooden figure like a lifeline.

"I am a survivor of that war. I hear the screams, the shrieks, the sobs, constantly. I see faces, those nameless and those with, everytime I close my eyes. I see a demon in my dreams every night." He stared down at the wood figure, hatred and disgust contorting his features. "Sinnoh had no choice. I had no choice. To make an enemy of two feuding regions, that wasn't a risk we could take. Lotteries were done, and many unlucky men and women were pulled from homes and families to face their death. I don't know if I can consider myself lucky to have survived."

"Yes, I know that Sinnoh people were pulled into the war. Our fathers were two of them. The war left us fatherless, our mothers widowed, and Nathan with selective memory. He won't accept anything about the war and rejects anything about it so strongly he doesn't remember anything about it," I retorted, slamming my hands on the desk. My palms stung, but so did the tears in my eyes. "Don't act like you're the only one that's hurt!"

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Ugh, I didn't finish covering what I wanted to cover... was this too much of a drop on you guys?

Anyways, there's been a lot of excessive negativity lately. Yes, I've been using the same term over and over, but I feel like it's perfect in description. So here's two questions, that if anyone would like to answer, I'd love to hear.

Who do you write for?

Why are you on Wattpad?

I write for myself, for no one else [that is a lie. I write requests so...]. It is my way of conveying my feelings, capturing memories and feelings, for me to actually say what I want to say... in a way. I came to Wattpad for the books, and I'm still here because of them. Yes, writing has become something I look forward to, but for myself. I admit, sometimes I wish for more support, not to be famous but because it makes me feel noticed for once. It makes me feel good, and my self esteem not as low. Support gives me the feeling of accomplishment, accomplishment in something that I chose to do and not something that is done because it is required or because I'm told to.

Chin up peeps, you are strong, you are loved, and you can do something if you try. Some people are given a head start, but with persistence you can hone skills that are even better than theirs. And no matter what you think, someone else is always thinking of you.