Dragonite Orbs
I don't get blue balls.
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This is a one-shot letter. I thought I'd try to present an original take on a very interesting character 
It's my first submission, and in fact the first story I've written for many years!
I'd appreciate any feedback. Enjoy!
Apologies, sir!
My dear General,
I’m sorry, sir. You were right all along.
I could have been the best there had ever been. What other teenager in the history of our world has seen the things I’ve seen, or beaten the enemies I have? You knew it too, I’m sure of that now. Now that I think about it, you wanted me to achieve every volt of potential I had.
But I always thought that you were holding me back, that you were too proud to even contemplate losing to me. I never knew you were only trying to teach me important lessons. “Humility” and “respect” were just weary excuses.
I still see it every night. For 25 years I’d never regretted the frenzy that came over me that day. The great general, a man too proud to see his authority challenged, beaten to an inch of his life by the young recruit. I felt unstoppable. I was invincible.
To me, it was just like any other great victory in military history. I took the enemy by surprise and showed them no mercy. Isn’t that what you taught us to do? I simply could not understand why I had been cast out for that. Why would my brothers rally around a beaten, broken old man instead? It was meant to be a grand coup, not a fall from grace.
I spent years in a muted rage, sir. I had no money, no home and no living family. Eventually, the League took me on and I had no choice but to accept. But Gym battles are pathetic imitations. I wasn’t born to be a Leader. I was born to be someone bigger than this, somewhere out there in the real world.
I was their puppet. Ordered to field weaker teams, so the occasional spoilt child could earn a petty badge after a battle he didn’t ever deserve to win. But I had no choice. I played their stupid game, waiting for a challenge worthy of me.
Today, sir, I got that challenge.
The great irony is that it was a child that taught me the lessons I should have learnt from you. If only I had.. I could have been the greatest Champion in history.
I tried to put him in his place, tried to wipe that confident smile from his face. Raichu most of all, he tried everything he could. But our age has started to show. Electric Pokemon without the sharp reflexes of their youth are just pigs waiting for the slaughter.
The child never said a word as he handed my ass back to me.
He truly reminded me of a younger me. The same arrogance, the same self-belief. I liked him so much I even gave him a TM as a grudging mark of respect, and he took it without a word.
He threw it into one of my trash cans on his way out, and that’s when it hit me. I wish he’d shown me the respect I craved. The respect you deserved, sir.
Twenty five years too late, I write to you as a man truly humbled, seeking your forgiveness.
I’m sorry, sir. You were right all along.
It's my first submission, and in fact the first story I've written for many years!
I'd appreciate any feedback. Enjoy!
Apologies, sir!
My dear General,
I’m sorry, sir. You were right all along.
I could have been the best there had ever been. What other teenager in the history of our world has seen the things I’ve seen, or beaten the enemies I have? You knew it too, I’m sure of that now. Now that I think about it, you wanted me to achieve every volt of potential I had.
But I always thought that you were holding me back, that you were too proud to even contemplate losing to me. I never knew you were only trying to teach me important lessons. “Humility” and “respect” were just weary excuses.
I still see it every night. For 25 years I’d never regretted the frenzy that came over me that day. The great general, a man too proud to see his authority challenged, beaten to an inch of his life by the young recruit. I felt unstoppable. I was invincible.
To me, it was just like any other great victory in military history. I took the enemy by surprise and showed them no mercy. Isn’t that what you taught us to do? I simply could not understand why I had been cast out for that. Why would my brothers rally around a beaten, broken old man instead? It was meant to be a grand coup, not a fall from grace.
I spent years in a muted rage, sir. I had no money, no home and no living family. Eventually, the League took me on and I had no choice but to accept. But Gym battles are pathetic imitations. I wasn’t born to be a Leader. I was born to be someone bigger than this, somewhere out there in the real world.
I was their puppet. Ordered to field weaker teams, so the occasional spoilt child could earn a petty badge after a battle he didn’t ever deserve to win. But I had no choice. I played their stupid game, waiting for a challenge worthy of me.
Today, sir, I got that challenge.
The great irony is that it was a child that taught me the lessons I should have learnt from you. If only I had.. I could have been the greatest Champion in history.
I tried to put him in his place, tried to wipe that confident smile from his face. Raichu most of all, he tried everything he could. But our age has started to show. Electric Pokemon without the sharp reflexes of their youth are just pigs waiting for the slaughter.
The child never said a word as he handed my ass back to me.
He truly reminded me of a younger me. The same arrogance, the same self-belief. I liked him so much I even gave him a TM as a grudging mark of respect, and he took it without a word.
He threw it into one of my trash cans on his way out, and that’s when it hit me. I wish he’d shown me the respect I craved. The respect you deserved, sir.
Twenty five years too late, I write to you as a man truly humbled, seeking your forgiveness.
I’m sorry, sir. You were right all along.