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Grounded Gligar
Kk, I've decided to do one of my own. Gligar is a pokemon that isn't very well known in my opinion, so it deserves some limelight!
Soz I haven't updated I a few days, been working with my dad (
I woke up, just like any other day, felling energetic, wanting to go for a fly. So I flew out of the cave mouth, which led to the human dwelling blackthorn city. I was flying low as usual, scaring as many people as I could. I was having a real good time, as usual. That's when it happened. A blue haired lady was walking towards another cave entrance, so I decided to land on her. She screamed, and threw me off. I just laughed, unaware of the poke ball held in her hands. She threw it, and a Dragonair appeared in a white flash. I was planning on fighting later anyway, so I thought I might as well make the most of my situation. I flew in a straight line towards the snake- like dragon, scoring a direct hit. She was no match for me. Or so I thought.
The human commanded her dragon to attack, and before I knew what had happened, I was engulfed in a sheet of flame. Humans would call this attack dragon breath. I felt my joints stiffen up, due to the effect of the attack. Luckily I was a natural gilder, so I managed to make a more or less comfortable landing in a nearby rock outcrop. I landed underneath the outcrop, covered and out of sight.
The blue haired lady laughed, called back her dragon, and entered the cave. I was in trouble. My friends, sandshrew and Geodude never left the cave, and I had no family, so I was stuck.
I lay there for hours, bored out of my life. None of this would have happened if I hadn't bullied that trainer… for the first time I considered not bullying anyone again. I could still have fun. Just to make things seem worse, a huge flock of bird pokemon, mainly Pidgey and Pidgeotto flew past. I had only been unable to fly for a few hours, and I already missed it. Then I saw something that made me change my ways for sure.
In a nearby tree, I saw a baby Pidgey flapping its wings, trying to fly. Next to it was its mother, a Pidgeotto. She stopped her chick, and showed it the correct motion for flight. Then the Pidgey gave one big effort, and came off the branch it was sitting on. It flew a little, and then landed back in the tree. That's what flying was all about; remembering the first time you took off into the air. A tear came to my eye. As if by magic, the paralysis in my wings began to lift. I got to my feet, and shakily flew back into the cave, once again enjoying the sheer exhilaration of flight.
Since that day, I have never attacked any pokemon or human for fun. I couldn't believe that I used to, it seems so wrong now. If you are lucky enough to have a talent, you should use it properly, not to make the lives of those who don't have your gift a misery.