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Nuzlocke Run, Pokemon Yellow Edition: 'Looking back on Moving Forward'

Chapter One

I never dreamed I would actually make it to the Pokemon League. I never dreamed about much of anything. That is, except for Pokemon. Then again, what sort of self-resepcting 10 year old doesn't dream about that? The chance to leave home, school, and pretty much everything else behind with the singular goal of becoming the best there ever was? Looking back, it was a pretty foolhardy dream. Looking back though, I probably wouldn't have changed a thing. I'm getting too far ahead of myself however, and I shoud probably start where all good stories start. At the beginning.

My name is Myth. I am - was - a normal, healthy (albeit, a bit of a Pokemon fanatic), ten year old boy. I counted down the days from as long as I could remember until I was old enough to get my first Pokemon. That's all I can really remember talking about since being born in Pallet Town, probably the quaintest, if not the downright smallest town in Kanto. I remember my Mom would always go on about how, 'There's more to life than Pokemon you know!' She seemed to resent them, maybe even to hate them. All I know is that the day I left the house, a little part of her died. It took me a long while to realize that.

The day of my tenth birthday, I was awake before the sun rose. I could smell opportunity in the air, or perhaps that was the bacon. One can never be sure when remembering the past. I know I shot down the stairs as fast as possible, missing more than a few completely, already completely dressed from having slept in my clothes the night before. I remember too the look in my Mom's eyes as she watched me bustle about, getting ready to leave.
"All boys leave home some day," she said, tears welling in her eyes. "It said so on the TV." I tried to stammer a reply, but she would have none of it. "Professor Oak is looking for you next door!" she screamed, cursing the man's very existence. Those were the last words she ever said to me. My own mother.

As I wandered outside the cool morning air filled my lungs with its early sweetness. There was still dew on the grass as it would not get hot until much later in the day. I started towards Professor Oaks laboratory; the birthplace of so many great adventures, the beginning to so many legends and wonders. I could hardly contain my excitement. Yet something nagged at the corner of my eye. Something shining, sitting just behind the trees on the outskirts of town. As you'll learn from this manuscript, I am perhaps best characterised as adventureous bordering on reckless, and so I crunched my way over to source of this odd light.

I had made it perhaps three feet to the edge of the treeline when none other than Professor Oak himself sprung out of nowhere and accosted me, exclaiming, 'Stop! Pokemon live in the tall grass!' I had barely enough time to pondering the meaning of the words he had just tried to verbally shove down my ear canals when the source of the light revealed itself. A mouse, about a foot tall, entirely yellow and with a tail shaped like a lightning bolt suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The red spots on its cheeks seemed to be powered somehow, as if they were LEDs and this was not a live creature at all. To disprove this hypothesis however, the creature uttered a harsh cry and ran headlong towards myself and the Professor. I turned to run, but quickly doubled back when I saw a flash of light, and a strange sphere - a Pokeball, I would later come to learn - where the creature originally was.
"What happened to the mouse?' I eagerly questioned Oak, having not yet seen an actual Pokemon capture.
"All in good time my boy. Pokemon can appear at any time in tall grass, like in this forest. You need your own Pokemon for protection." He seemed to ponder this last statement for a while, then followed with, 'I know, follow me!'

And so began the saga of my Pokemon journey. Little did I know how unprepared I was, how tested I would be before all of this was over.

Description
Nuzlocke Run, Pokemon Yellow Edition: 'Looking back on Moving Forward'

Chapter One

I never dreamed I would actually make it to the Pokemon League. I never dreamed about much of anything. That is, except for Pokemon. Then again, what sort of self-resepcting 10 year old doesn't dream about that? The chance to leave home, school, and pretty much everything else behind with the singular goal of becoming the best there ever was? Looking back, it was a pretty foolhardy dream. Looking back though, I probably wouldn't have changed a thing. I'm getting too far ahead of myself however, and I shoud probably start where all good stories start. At the beginning.

My name is Myth. I am - was - a normal, healthy (albeit, a bit of a Pokemon fanatic), ten year old boy. I counted down the days from as long as I could remember until I was old enough to get my first Pokemon. That's all I can really remember talking about since being born in Pallet Town, probably the quaintest, if not the downright smallest town in Kanto. I remember my Mom would always go on about how, 'There's more to life than Pokemon you know!' She seemed to resent them, maybe even to hate them. All I know is that the day I left the house, a little part of her died. It took me a long while to realize that.

The day of my tenth birthday, I was awake before the sun rose. I could smell opportunity in the air, or perhaps that was the bacon. One can never be sure when remembering the past. I know I shot down the stairs as fast as possible, missing more than a few completely, already completely dressed from having slept in my clothes the night before. I remember too the look in my Mom's eyes as she watched me bustle about, getting ready to leave.
"All boys leave home some day," she said, tears welling in her eyes. "It said so on the TV." I tried to stammer a reply, but she would have none of it. "Professor Oak is looking for you next door!" she screamed, cursing the man's very existence. Those were the last words she ever said to me. My own mother.

As I wandered outside the cool morning air filled my lungs with its early sweetness. There was still dew on the grass as it would not get hot until much later in the day. I started towards Professor Oaks laboratory; the birthplace of so many great adventures, the beginning to so many legends and wonders. I could hardly contain my excitement. Yet something nagged at the corner of my eye. Something shining, sitting just behind the trees on the outskirts of town. As you'll learn from this manuscript, I am perhaps best characterised as adventureous bordering on reckless, and so I crunched my way over to source of this odd light.

I had made it perhaps three feet to the edge of the treeline when none other than Professor Oak himself sprung out of nowhere and accosted me, exclaiming, 'Stop! Pokemon live in the tall grass!' I had barely enough time to pondering the meaning of the words he had just tried to verbally shove down my ear canals when the source of the light revealed itself. A mouse, about a foot tall, entirely yellow and with a tail shaped like a lightning bolt suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The red spots on its cheeks seemed to be powered somehow, as if they were LEDs and this was not a live creature at all. To disprove this hypothesis however, the creature uttered a harsh cry and ran headlong towards myself and the Professor. I turned to run, but quickly doubled back when I saw a flash of light, and a strange sphere - a Pokeball, I would later come to learn - where the creature originally was.
"What happened to the mouse?' I eagerly questioned Oak, having not yet seen an actual Pokemon capture.
"All in good time my boy. Pokemon can appear at any time in tall grass, like in this forest. You need your own Pokemon for protection." He seemed to ponder this last statement for a while, then followed with, 'I know, follow me!'

And so began the saga of my Pokemon journey. Little did I know how unprepared I was, how tested I would be before all of this was over.