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Yesterday master felt more tired than usual, he hadn't much energy as always, and told me that his head hurts. "Paralysis?" I thought at first, but Master told me that human sicknesses are a bit different than Pokemon's. Viruses harm humans, while Pokerus acts like steroids for us. Why is that? While I had my head busy in those matters, Master had to go to bed. Certainly he didn't feel good. He went fast asleep some minutes later.

My first though was to get him to the Pokemon Center. After all that's what he does with me all the time when I feel not healthy. He wast asleep, so didn't resist to get inside the pokeball he uses for me.

Feels so strange to have control over him, only for a brief moment... I wonder if human consciousness is as strong as ours. I was startled as a Ralts when he captured me. I always have been terrified of seeing my body slowly fade into a mass of red light, but now I'm used to it. I only get dizzy at first, but nothing else.

Everyone around seem to be freaked out. I wonder why. Is that unusual to see a Pokemon roaming around without a trainer?

That red and white sphere... I never questioned how Master treated me, but I thought how my life would be without him. Different certainly, maybe for good. I reminded the many times he used me for battle and he receiving all the praise. HE was the good trainer, HE was the perseverant and determined one, and what for US? Angry because of these thoughts, in a instinctive move I decided to bury the Pokeball I was carrying in a garden, below some flowers.

After finishing I thought I was finally free. Now it was only up to me to decide what to do with my freedom.

With this decision, I tried not to think about I just have done. The last glimpse of the sun being reflected on the red side of the Pokeball before the last handful of dirt ringed inside my head like a bell.

How would my life turn to be? Our common goal as live beings was to make our species carrying on: nature's plan. To pass your IVs onto a bunch of little and cute Ralts. Sometimes I can't resist the temptation to go inside human minds and reading their thoughts. Humans think a differently. They show to be afraid of death, because they think about themselves as an unique specimen of their own species. They want to carry on, in many different ways: to get something done, something that makes each of them unique.

Guilt was turning this freedom into a nightmare. I know Master's thoughts better than anybody. He took me from the wild. I remember yet: I was starving when he came. I defended myself, but I couldn't do anything. Battered and bruised I resigned to be in that artificial prison forever, but the first thing he did was to soothe my bruises. Smell of alcohol-drenched cotton was something new for me. I was crying, but my tears fell into a comfy scarf he gave me for the cold. Then he poured some hot liquid into a cup he gave to me. Then he rubbed my hair and saw my eyes while I saw mine into the reflection in his eyes.

This image triggered it. How could I be so selfish?

I rushed to amend what I've done to Master. The memories were so vivid it was like my mind was projecting that same image on my eyes.

I still felt cold, even with the scarf. He saw that, took out his jacket and covered me with it. When I felt how he was sacrificing himself for me, I knew this was for real. I noticed he was happy to give this poor, starving Ralts a new home, no matter its nature or IVs. He took me inside of his bag, putting aside almost all the things he was carrying. As my head was outside the bag I saw all the path he was leaving behind. I never felt this sensation of... how can I describe it? Peace? Tenderness?

 

Then I remember that it was ME that wanted him to be into Pokemon battles. I wanted to thank him somehow... I wanted him to be proud of me, so he made me train hard. I gave all I could. I overcame my fear of Pokeballs and evolved for this end.

 

I deepfully regret how I could think so shallowly, and see only the negative things where there are a lot of things I should be feel fortunate for.

 

The Pokeball with him was there. I could see in its reflection my face with some tears on.

I grabbed the Pokeball and went straight to the local Pokemon Center. My thoughts did not stop.

Identity, the most precious thing for a human, to feel special and unique to others and not just a number, nother soldier or an entry in Bill's PC system, was a important thing in my life. To leave a trail in history. Sapience, being self-conscious is bound to this kind of ambitions, and once you've been caught, there's no turning back. Now that my judgement is more clear I can realize it's different to us Pokemon if Master acknowledges us giving us a proper name, and such things, because we don't want to be perfect strangers in the timeline. Master gave me that chance.

 

I reached to the Pokemon Center. Everybody felt a Gardevoir entering alone with a pokeball was a strange sight, but I was doing this for Master.

Communication with the nurse was confusing, even with telepathy. Communicating this way isn't as easy as they say. She finally understood what I wanted, but she told human diseases can't be cured with Pokemon Center machinery. Surprised that was the first time she saw a Pokemon delivering personally its trainer, she quickly taught me what to do.

 

When I came home with the Pokeball, I left him on bed again. When I put a wet towel on his head, he awoke for some seconds and smiled. Then he closed his eyes.

 

I prepared some hot mint tea, and I put the cup next to him, so the next time he wakes, he reminds that scent: the same scent I got from the hot infusion he gave to me when we first met.