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The fresh scent of pollen in the air is replaced with the distant scent of ash. The once pleasant taste of honey is masked with the smog entering ones lungs. Those poor pokemon that were once happily shifting throughout the flowers and scampering to the safety of the forest. What is left is the remains of what once was. As the sound of distant cries echo into the sky, only to be muffled out by the roar or fire, those fortunate enough to escape the flames onlook as their once beautiful town is becoming ash in the wind. [break] [break]

One boy in the crowd looks at the home he once lived burns, and sees as he can do nothing... he can do nothing but watch as this happens. How did this happen? What started it? Who started it? Why did they do it? Why would they do this to their beautiful town, what compelled them? These thoughts ran through Avery's mind, along with the screams of his dad, the only parent he had left, telling him to leave him. He could have save his father, he could have done something, instead he just left him. He needed to get revenge, I needed to stop the people that did this. He had to, his dad shouldn't have died because of them, it didn't need to happen. But his legs wouldn't move, his mind was telling him to go, telling him that he needed to stop the people doing this, but his legs didn't move an inch. They trembled in place until they gave out, the young man falling to his knees, crying. The only thing he could make out from his tears were the logo of a man running. A big G on his back. He knew the perpetrators... but what was he going to do? It's not like he can even take them on. He was useless. [break] [break]

As the time passed and the man grew older, overcoming obstacles and mourning, his heart grew softer. He no longer had the urge to fight those that did what they did to his town, he no longer had hate in his heart. He found out one crucial thing about himself as he traveled. That he was a coward. Every mugging, every bump he got, every glare his way, every sign of hate towards him made him flinch. He knew what he was at this point, not like he could change it. It was obvious when he did nothing to even fight back the flames or people that burned down his town. His heart grew soft and so did his body, he learned to accept and forgive due to every little encounter that influenced him, and with this knowledge of himself, aims to help people the best he can. He's not brave enough to be a ranger but he's kind enough to at least try to help others, that is his mission. [break] [break]

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