Rise Darth Krookodile!
>As Translated by MC-4<
I remember the sand. It was where I was born, and where I played on the dunes, long before the Sith came from the stars and freed us. I also remember The Boy. He found me one day, as I played in the sand, swimming through it's glittering grains as the water types do in their seas. He was alone he said, "And since you're alone, we can be friends! My parents are gone, and I don't have a pokeball for you to live in, but I have a little house not far from here. You can sleep on the bed with me."
The Boy cared for me for a good long while. We never really battled anyone else. Only twice that I can recall. The first time was when a pack of poochyena came to The Boy's home, which was really little more than a lean too he had managed to cobbled together from debris that littered the sand. The poochyena were hungry, perhaps they were driven from their normal hunting grounds. Whatever the reason, the poochyena decided that The Boy would make a fine meal. My vicious bite and the whirling sand I kicked up convinced them otherwise.
I loved The Boy, perhaps the only thing I ever will love. He loved me back and though he had no name of his own, and never decided to give me a name we were happy for a time. Then came the second and final time we battled. Cabe arrived. He was not a man, but he was older than the Boy, He had pokeballs, and he had pokemon with him. He demanded that The Boy battle him. The Boy didn't want to, but Cabe insisted and so I tried to help The Boy, I tried to battle hard for him but his opponent had several pokemon, and they had been trained to fight, I had only been trained to be a friend to a small homeless boy. I failed him.
When I was knocked unconscious, Cabe realized what a prize he had. He was spiteful and greedy, and though The Boy had done him no wrong, he hated him. The Boy had me, but he had no pokeball. According to Cabe, he could not keep me that way. Cabe had a pokeball. As I faded in and out of consciousness, I could hear The Boy cry for me to come back to him. I was sucked into the ball, and there I stayed for a time. I have never seen The Boy since.