Pokemon the world where children play with happy elemental beast. Where everyone in the world had their feast. No worries about death. No consequences of your actions. No jobs to create heath. Everybody thought the same. And the young trainer Red had no idea the world was about to get the revenge that already came. Young Red so strong and wise in battle. All his openents were just left to rot and rattle. The story went on and on and Red became champion. Though stories do change. And this is not the story i went on. Red just training his pikachu stumbled down a hill to a small and dark town. Ever single folk and worker didnt smile or frown. And the lack of colour made red stand out like some clown. The floor was soft and withered. Red read about the town and he shivered. Seeing no way out Red puzzled and tried speaking to the folks but got no reaction. The endless wandering left his feet sore and fractured. But by the glimpse he got on this foul spirit his fate was already captured. Charizard couldnt fly. Lapras couldnt surf. No way of escape. His Pokemon already gone. He was chased by the villagers. He ran and ran and ran and ran until running was his only option. He got away. He planned to go home. He planned to quit his journey. But he heard the professors voice and followed it. He reached a grave empty and cold with no markings known. Red knew he just ran to a trap. He ran for the door but all it did was snap. Stuck as could be. That Red could not see. He was fooled by the words follow me. The room filled with gas with the spirit approaching wildly. Reds voice and air was dropping mildly. By Reds air he started to frown. The spirit went away and got back his crown. Just remember the world is only as it is in Lavender town.
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