As I ran through the streets of the town, I can't help but look up at the icon of my hometown. Pokemon Tower. A building made for the sole purpose of serving as a cemetery for deceased Pokemon. I hoped that I would never have to visit that place in the future. I was going to be ten tomorrow morning and then my father would pass his first Pokemon on to me so that I can travel the region. His Eevee has been his best friend for years and now he was going to allow me the chance to be her new trainer. I happily climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep. Though I fell asleep happy, what followed was anything but joyful. I began to have nightmares of a bloodstained street and a rusty pocketknife on the cold concrete in the middle of a puddle of blood. Lavender Town was stained with red. In the midst of all this, I heard a voice. It was quiet and hard to understand, but somehow I knew what it was telling me.
"Tread lightly and cautiously or you will suffer greatly."
When I woke up, I was covered in sweat and I was shaking all over. After Breakfast, my dad gave me a hug and handed me a Pokeball, wishing me a happy birthday. I smiled with glee as I opened up the Pokeball, releasing the Eevee inside. The Eevee jumped into my lap and I gave it a warm hug. I was so overjoyed, I had completely forgotten about my dream and the warning it held. The Eevee, Stella, followed me wherever I went. I decided to get some fresh air and went on a walk, with Stella following close behind. As the hour grew late, I finally decided to head home, preparing to travel the region the next day.
Then I felt something warm hit my left cheek. I touched my face and looked at my hand as it drew a portion of what had blanketed my cheek. It was warm and a deep red. I recognized it as blood immediately. I turned my head to find Stella on the cold, hard ground, bleeding from a wound inflicted by a rusty knife, carried by a mad man. I dropped to my knees and picked Stella up, holding her tightly. "No, don't go! I don't want you to leave. It's not fair!"
Stella snuggled up to me and closed her eyes. The man that killed my one and only Pokemon. My only friend. He drew closer to me. The rusty knife ready to take its next victim. However, the man slipped on a puddle of Stella's blood, the knife falling from his hand. I rushed towards the blade and slit his throat.
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