I am Charizard, Warrior of Fire.
As Charmander I was weak, or so my trainer said.
He abandoned me.
At first I refused to believe it, that he would come back for me like he
promised.
It began to rain that night. The three trainers and the Pikachu that had
come by during the day tried to tell me I was abandoned.
I didn't believe them, I should've.
They came back for me and saved my life. My trainer didn't.
As I lay in the Pokemon Centre bed I began to have doubts.
Early the next morning I returned to the rock.
The Rockets tried to steal my saviours Pikachu, I helped them. Now we
were even.
But my trainer came, and tried to tell me he wanted me. Now I believed
them, he did abandon me. He only wanted power.
I went with the Pikachu's trainer.
Together we had many adventures, then I evolved. I began to forget.
Now I was Charmeleon, I was stronger than before.
At a canyon, my trainer wanted me to fight Aerodactyl. I refused.
But when Aerodactyl carried him off, I had a brief flash. I still owed my
trainer my life.
So I evolved again.
And all my memories were gone.
I only saw an opponent, I wanted to beat it and show my true strength.
I won.
But at what cost? My memories gone, I failed my trainer many times
when he needed me the most.
I fought a Poliwrath, and lost. My strength wasn't enough and it
could've proved fatal.
But he stuck by me all night, keeping me warm.
Keeping me alive.
Slowly that night, my memories returned. I still had much to repay him
for.
So I swallowed my pride.
We were unbeatable as a team. We fought many opponents, all who
sought my trainers title, his rightfully earned honour.
I made sure I'd help him keep his honour.
Years passed and I still fought. My trainers mate was close to birthing.
But . . . the demon came.
The one who dishonoured my name, our name, the name Charizard.
My trainer's Pikachu and Squirtle fought, they couldn't win.
So my trainer put his faith in me.
I saw a crazed creature, better off dead.
He sought to hurt humans, our friends, our enemies.
My trainer.
He killed my trainer.
So I killed him.
He said six words before his death. Six words I shall never forget.
'For the glory of Team Rocket'.
But I had failed my trainer. And I swore revenge.
Two weeks passed, my trainer's mate gave birth.
A boy, looking just like my trainer. I would protect him.
And yet, when my trainer's mate showed him to me, I saw a shimmer of
wings, black hair, and honest brown eyes.
So, my trainer would protect him, even in death.
Four years later I flew away, intending never to return until my revenge
was complete.
At the volcano, I met the Warrior of Fire.
We fought, we spoke. Then he died.
Now I was Warrior of Fire. I made myself a target for Team Rocket so I
could kill them as they had killed my trainer.
Many sought to capture me, all failed. Some died.
Only the Rockets died, I would not harm innocents.
Then I met a Charizard I remembered.
Zippo. She had evolved.
It was time for a rematch.
She shivered when she recognized me. Her trainer shivered when he did
too.
I could almost taste their fear.
To this day I carry the scar across my face where her claws had raked me.
She had lost by yielding to my power.
That was dishonourable. A true Charizard would have fought to
unconsciousness.
Then that one day.
First I was sitting by the lava, next I know there's a telepathic message
from the Warrior of Psychic.
Then I'm holding another Charizard back from killing the Warrior of
Normal.
When I see the Charizard's face, his eyes have many emotions. Hate and
fear.
Hate for the Warrior of Normal.
Fear for his trainer.
He was trying to hold back his tears.
The Warrior of Ground crushed the dishonoured Warrior's skull.
It was over, for now.
One day, he came.
He, his Charizard, a Meowth and the girl had stumbled upon the secret
entrance by accident while searching for the Gym.
They wanted a match? I would give them one.
Then Rockets came.
His reaction was similar to that of my trainer's when Team Rocket came.
They wanted his Charizard, Inferno. Just as Team Rocket had wanted
Pikachu.
As I watched them battle, it clicked when the Meowth talked.
Only one Meowth could do that.
So, the girl was the offspring of the Team Rocket I knew. She and her
parents were innocents, I would not kill them, for they had never taken a
life.
Last I knew, they had rejected the evil, the corruption.
I stepped in, I would not fall astray of my oath to kill all Rockets.
A familiar scent assailed my nose, a familiar glimmer of wings by the
boy's side.
My trainer's offspring.
I could not destroy the innocence of the children by killing the Rockets in
front of them. That would be dishonourable. Instead, I carried the
Rockets deeper into the volcano, motioning for Inferno to make sure my
trainer's child and friend stayed away.
Like all the others, their death was slow and painful.
Like all the others, I tossed their burnt bodies into the lava.
We talked.
My trainer's offspring, so much like my trainer was dense at times, he
never suspected a thing.
I smiled. My first real smile in just over a decade.
His friend, suspected.
Inferno and Meowth remained silent on the matter.
As they left, I watched him.
Like his father he will have earned his honour by the time he reaches the
Indigo Plateau.
Like my trainer, Ash, his bond with his pokemon was rivalled only by his
father.
My trainer's offspring, Satoshi, was destined for greatness.
I walked inside to rest.
After all tomorrow was another day.
Another fight.
Another victory.
Another death.
I am Charizard, Warrior of Fire.
You now know my tale.
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