BOOM
The slamming of the door resounded, dry and definitive, like an epitaph for the last twelve years of his life. Horthy didn't flinch. There were no tears to shed, no supplications to beg. At sixteen, in a Kanto still scarred by war, he was one of the discarded. The threadbare backpack, with the only change of clothes and the ration of stale bread, was all he owned. He looked up at the leaden sky of Carmine City, calculating the safest route to the outskirts. Sentimentality was a luxury he couldn't afford.
The Pokémon world, a place where luck dictates the fate of many. It is a world of stark contrasts, where the less fortunate are often trampled underfoot, struggling to survive while those born with advantages bathe in fortune and glory, enjoying a life of privilege and opportunity. This disparity is especially hard for those at the bottom of the social pyramid.
Those most affected by this harsh reality are almost always those who do the hard work, those who strive day after day without seeing a fair reward, but they still keep hope alive. They always have the hope that one day everything will change for the better, that one day their situation will improve. The greatest hope lies in the fact that someone in the family could become a Pokémon trainer and, through their skills and achievements, save them from poverty and despair, giving them a better and more prosperous life and climb the social pyramid.
But...
"I´ve got none of those." Whispers Horthy to himself, as he starts moving foward and looking for somewhere safe to stay and somehow mantain his sorry existence.
"Neither strengh... neither family." He looks down at his fist, turning white from the strengh on his grip.
He cant help but sigh and shake his head at these thoughts, his life was one of misfortune, but so were those from many others. He wasn´t the only orphan with his life story. No...
The civil war in Kanto, which had ravaged the region 13 years ago, had caused many crises, the most heartbreaking one of course leaving behind a lot of orphans. It is the life story of countless children who were left without parents or guardians, their lives forever changed by the conflict.
The war had not only taken lives but also shattered families and left a generation of children vulnerable and alone.
During his time in the orphanage, Horthy has learned a lot of the harsh reality of daily life. He had observed and absorbed the lessons necessary for survival, both good and bad. He learned how to avoid problems, how to navigate dangerous situations, but also, unfortunately, how to cause them. He learned how to steal to survive, how to manipulate others to get what he needed.
He also learned about those on whom the world revolves, the Pokémon. Having one Pokemon for the average person is incredibly expensive, but having 2 or more, and having them competent... it is a big word. And this world is all about trainers and strength.
If you have Pokemon and strength, you would have contacts, and with contacts, influence. And with strength and influence, a base with which to have real power and probably try and change something or at least, have a real objective that isn´t just surviving and existing.
But for having Pokemon, strengh and influence... first you need money, and that would be Horthy´s first objective, having money and just a little base to start with...
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Author: Hello to everyone that reads this story! I am very happy to start with what I think could be a promising fanfic. I intend to make next chapters longer and obviously, make the main character interact more, this is just an introducing chapter.
English is not my first language, so if any mistake, please make me know it, and give me your most genuine opinion about what you just read.
Thank you!