Sunnybeam
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My Name Is Fuega was not the first fanfiction I ever thought of writing, but it was the first I actually wrote. The first version was nothing more than the story of a new trainer written from the POV of the Pokemon - a female Charmander by the name of Fuega. The second version was more in-depth, but that didn't stop me from deleting it in a moment of unchecked perfectionism.
The third version is in-progress, and it is the one that I am posting here. Some aspects of the plot smack of Jack London's Call of the Wild, others are inexplicably cliched, and some are unoriginal - but I wouldn't change it for the world. Why? Because MNIF has become something more than I can control on a simple whim. The story happens the way it happens, and I am nothing more than the medium through which it may manifest itself for the world to see. (The actual quality of writing, on the other hand, could use work. I'm open to suggestions. ;))
Here is the story of a Charmander. She did not save the world. She did not bring Team Rocket to its knees. She did not lead the Pokemon of Kanto into a new era.
She was stolen from her Trainer. She underwent a change beyond evolution. She discovered blood on her claws. She searched for redemption. She became the Wildfire. She stared death in the eyes without fear. And she survived.
But did she have her happy ending?
That is for me to know, and for you to find out.
/~\~/~\~/~\~/~\~/~\
"Charmander, use Ember attack now!"
"Chaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Sparks of fire rained down on a green bug, causing it to squirm in pain. A young boy stood about seven feet away from it, looking smug and confident
"All right, Charmander, step back!" The boy held up a red-and-white sphere, preparing to throw it. "Pokéball, go!" With a swing of his arm, the sphere was sent flying through the air. It struck the dazed insect and swallowed it up in a flash of light, then fell to the ground, where it jerked and rolled for a few seconds. There was a small click and the ball stopped moving.
The boy ran over to the motionless capsule and picked it up, striking a pose. "I caught a Caterpie!" he cheered.
Nearby, a small orange lizard watched its Trainer as its flame-tipped tail twitched back and forth. "Big deal, Kevin. You caught a bug. I baked the thing with Ember. Why does it matter?" The creature sighed and sat down heavily. She didn't expect her Trainer to understand her – no human could. But she felt more than a bit of irritation at this nitwit who had chosen her as his Pokémon. She would much rather be back at the Professor's home with her two best friends than with this dingbat human who couldn't tell a Wurmple from a Weedle.
The Charmander, whose name was Fuega (though her Trainer was unaware of this), sighed as she remembered them. Her two best friends, Daffodil and Blue. She had spent her entire childhood playing with them, learning with them, growing alongside them. She had thought nothing could separate them.
Heh…This must be nothing, then.
~-~-~-~
Daffodil was a calm, modest, and kind Bulbasaur. She hated arguments, but loved to settle them. Fuega always figured that it was because she spent so much time with the two older Bulbasaur that helped the Professor.
Blue, on the other hand, was loud, boisterous, and loved to play tricks. So far in his troublemaking career, the crazy Squirtle had managed to start a Tauros stampede, short out nearly every electrical appliance in the lab with some well-placed Water Guns, unleash a very mad Jigglypuff on the Professor and his assistant, let a lot of Bug Pokémon into the lab, paint on every wall at least once, and cause Bayleef to ground him over sixty times.
Fuega herself was somewhere in between. She loved a good practical joke every now and then, but she wasn't a total goof like Blue. The three were inseparable. Until three days ago.
Fuega remembered that morning so vividly; it felt as though it only happened a few hours ago. She had been lifting herself gently out of the fog that was sleep, when suddenly…
BAM!!
The Charmander was jolted suddenly into the real world with a high-pitched shriek as she jumped five feet into the air. Upon landing, she glanced around frantically and saw Blue, standing next to her with a pin in one hand, a burst balloon in the other, and a huge grin across his face. When he saw Fuega's panicked expression, he burst into laughter.
"Oh man, that was hilarious!" he howled. "You – you shoulda seen your face!" He rolled on the floor, laughing crazily.
Having recovered from the shock, Fuega gave him a death glare and raised her paw to hit him upside the head. Daffodil got there first, though.
WHACK!!
"Owwww!" Blue moaned, clutching his head.
Daffodil gave a little humph and retracted her vine. "Then you shouldn't have been mean to Fuega."
Blue gave his aching head a little shake. "Party pooper," he grumbled. "C'mon, Bayleef and the Prof's assistant have our breakfast." The three headed into another room, completely unaware of what would happen that day…
~-~-~-~
And here she was now, barbecuing worms. Lovely.
As she munched on a piece of Pokémon food, Fuega cast a glance at the green insect Pokémon that was her new teammate. The Caterpie saw her looking his way, and tried to start a conversation.
"Hi! I'm Freesk, a Caterpie!" he squeaked.
Fuega looked coldly at the bug. "I can see you're a Caterpie," she replied in an icy voice.
A tiny sweatdrop appeared on Freesk's head. "Eh…What's your name?"
Fuega glared. "Fuega. Do you need to know anything else?"
The sweatdrop increased slightly in size. "Um…no."
"I'm going to keep eating, if you don't mind."
Huge sweatdrop. "…Okay…"
Kevin was apparently finished eating, because he stood up and addressed the two Pokémon. "Good to see you two are getting to know each other," he said with a smile on his face. Fuega gritted her teeth. "We'll reach Pewter City within the next week," he continued. "There's a place there called a Pokémon Gym, where Trainers battle a Gym Leader for an official League Badge. So if we're gonna win, we have to get stronger. Tomorrow, we'll face off against some of the Trainers in this forest."
Fuega felt a sense of impending doom. Oh, no…
The third version is in-progress, and it is the one that I am posting here. Some aspects of the plot smack of Jack London's Call of the Wild, others are inexplicably cliched, and some are unoriginal - but I wouldn't change it for the world. Why? Because MNIF has become something more than I can control on a simple whim. The story happens the way it happens, and I am nothing more than the medium through which it may manifest itself for the world to see. (The actual quality of writing, on the other hand, could use work. I'm open to suggestions. ;))
Here is the story of a Charmander. She did not save the world. She did not bring Team Rocket to its knees. She did not lead the Pokemon of Kanto into a new era.
She was stolen from her Trainer. She underwent a change beyond evolution. She discovered blood on her claws. She searched for redemption. She became the Wildfire. She stared death in the eyes without fear. And she survived.
But did she have her happy ending?
That is for me to know, and for you to find out.
/~\~/~\~/~\~/~\~/~\
Chapter 1
And So It Begins
And So It Begins
"Charmander, use Ember attack now!"
"Chaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Sparks of fire rained down on a green bug, causing it to squirm in pain. A young boy stood about seven feet away from it, looking smug and confident
"All right, Charmander, step back!" The boy held up a red-and-white sphere, preparing to throw it. "Pokéball, go!" With a swing of his arm, the sphere was sent flying through the air. It struck the dazed insect and swallowed it up in a flash of light, then fell to the ground, where it jerked and rolled for a few seconds. There was a small click and the ball stopped moving.
The boy ran over to the motionless capsule and picked it up, striking a pose. "I caught a Caterpie!" he cheered.
Nearby, a small orange lizard watched its Trainer as its flame-tipped tail twitched back and forth. "Big deal, Kevin. You caught a bug. I baked the thing with Ember. Why does it matter?" The creature sighed and sat down heavily. She didn't expect her Trainer to understand her – no human could. But she felt more than a bit of irritation at this nitwit who had chosen her as his Pokémon. She would much rather be back at the Professor's home with her two best friends than with this dingbat human who couldn't tell a Wurmple from a Weedle.
The Charmander, whose name was Fuega (though her Trainer was unaware of this), sighed as she remembered them. Her two best friends, Daffodil and Blue. She had spent her entire childhood playing with them, learning with them, growing alongside them. She had thought nothing could separate them.
Heh…This must be nothing, then.
~-~-~-~
Daffodil was a calm, modest, and kind Bulbasaur. She hated arguments, but loved to settle them. Fuega always figured that it was because she spent so much time with the two older Bulbasaur that helped the Professor.
Blue, on the other hand, was loud, boisterous, and loved to play tricks. So far in his troublemaking career, the crazy Squirtle had managed to start a Tauros stampede, short out nearly every electrical appliance in the lab with some well-placed Water Guns, unleash a very mad Jigglypuff on the Professor and his assistant, let a lot of Bug Pokémon into the lab, paint on every wall at least once, and cause Bayleef to ground him over sixty times.
Fuega herself was somewhere in between. She loved a good practical joke every now and then, but she wasn't a total goof like Blue. The three were inseparable. Until three days ago.
Fuega remembered that morning so vividly; it felt as though it only happened a few hours ago. She had been lifting herself gently out of the fog that was sleep, when suddenly…
BAM!!
The Charmander was jolted suddenly into the real world with a high-pitched shriek as she jumped five feet into the air. Upon landing, she glanced around frantically and saw Blue, standing next to her with a pin in one hand, a burst balloon in the other, and a huge grin across his face. When he saw Fuega's panicked expression, he burst into laughter.
"Oh man, that was hilarious!" he howled. "You – you shoulda seen your face!" He rolled on the floor, laughing crazily.
Having recovered from the shock, Fuega gave him a death glare and raised her paw to hit him upside the head. Daffodil got there first, though.
WHACK!!
"Owwww!" Blue moaned, clutching his head.
Daffodil gave a little humph and retracted her vine. "Then you shouldn't have been mean to Fuega."
Blue gave his aching head a little shake. "Party pooper," he grumbled. "C'mon, Bayleef and the Prof's assistant have our breakfast." The three headed into another room, completely unaware of what would happen that day…
~-~-~-~
And here she was now, barbecuing worms. Lovely.
As she munched on a piece of Pokémon food, Fuega cast a glance at the green insect Pokémon that was her new teammate. The Caterpie saw her looking his way, and tried to start a conversation.
"Hi! I'm Freesk, a Caterpie!" he squeaked.
Fuega looked coldly at the bug. "I can see you're a Caterpie," she replied in an icy voice.
A tiny sweatdrop appeared on Freesk's head. "Eh…What's your name?"
Fuega glared. "Fuega. Do you need to know anything else?"
The sweatdrop increased slightly in size. "Um…no."
"I'm going to keep eating, if you don't mind."
Huge sweatdrop. "…Okay…"
Kevin was apparently finished eating, because he stood up and addressed the two Pokémon. "Good to see you two are getting to know each other," he said with a smile on his face. Fuega gritted her teeth. "We'll reach Pewter City within the next week," he continued. "There's a place there called a Pokémon Gym, where Trainers battle a Gym Leader for an official League Badge. So if we're gonna win, we have to get stronger. Tomorrow, we'll face off against some of the Trainers in this forest."
Fuega felt a sense of impending doom. Oh, no…
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