In this dark Au of Pokemon, where there are Halfones and Pokemon. Pokemon training isn't there due to the hatred against Pokemon and Pokemon Sympathizers, where a single word ruins family's, Halfones are gone and killed off when born, and Pokemon are feared and Hated because of this fear, join me as I Take you on the ride between this Menatlly I'll man and His missing piece, A story between two broken souls healing eachother in exchange for Comfort, Compassion and hatred for Everything, a story where These two connect. A Man hated by everything and A pokemon hated by her own race. (I don't own pokemon)
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I stumble through the trees, my legs hurting my chest bleeding. My eyes are focusing in and out, I stumble over a big root and fall into a clearing, my injuries worse than before and I see a figure approach me and Lift me up and say "You are My missing piece" and the world fades to black.
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I carry the tiny Ralts in my arms, her chest pouring blood as a deep cut runs straight across it, I muse internally as I think about how I'm going to Raise this Ralts into my Missing piece. My thoughts are interrupted by a tiny painkiller moan from the Ralts. I grab some string and stich the wound making sure to put some salt on it to disinfect it as I lay her down on the Cloth on my side. I realight my Fire to ward off beedrill and Butterfree and many more insect Pokémon as I throw some spare raw meat to the side as offering to the Pokemon of this forest. I grab my bowl and put some water in it and wait until its just salt and I grab some more water put the salt in it and wait for the Meat to cook before grabbing a Oran berry from my side and crushing it and Putting some of the juice into the water and salt filled bowl as I grab more Oran berry's and make Blue salty but sweet liquid before I Put some in my mouth and bend over The Ralts, I open her mouth and put the food that's in mine down her throat, my tongue forcing her to drink the healing Liquid as I feed it to her by force due to her unconscious state, I pull back and sit in the corner by a Small caterpie not afraid of the fire and pet the silky smooth exoskeleton of the green and yellow pre evolution of Butterfree, my eye trained on The Ralts, my missing piece as I Glace at my Journal recording notes of Pokemon and glance at the name, and think of the perfect name for my Piece, Rhea the Greek name for Flow and Ease. Rhea, my beautiful piece, my missing piece in a world Hateful of Nature and Pokemon, I will raise you to be My missing Piece, We shall always be together, my sweet Rhea that I swear on my Name
Lacuna, Empty and or Missing a Piece