A Fallen Master

I walked, with each stride, my dominant eyes were fading. Who was I? I was the champion of every region, I was the true master. In my hay day everyone recognized me, I stomped criminal organizations whenever I was bored. Why, because this was a world of 'pokemon'.

Beast with power beyond human comprehension, created by a being that stands above all. Dragons that can shoot flame, giant turtles that can shoot lava out of there shell. This world was full of danger, yet I lived so long, fighting these monsters.

From my right shoulder to my left waist and around my stomach and back, was a strap that had a bunch of crystals with letters carved in them. These were called holding crystals. If you looked deep into them, you could see special environments that correlated to the color of a crystal. If it was blue, it would be a vast expanse of water with the pokemon in it. If it was red, fire for the eyes to see, with a single piece of untouched earth in the center where the pokemon would stand. So on and so forth.

I had mined these crystals out from a fallen meteorite and still had many left in a satchel that I kept strapped around me, with a sewn-on strap that went around with my belt. Then to that strap on the left side of me, was a small bag attached, this is where I kept the ones I had to keep dormant. Why? Because what I had to use to contain these beasts were some primitive creations of mine, I called them Capture Balls, I hollowed out some rare purple apricorns and used a paste to fill the inside walls with thin crystal shards of multiple kinds. This used 1 of each type, but let me make multiple of the capture balls at the expense, they weren't type-specific.

In these, I had the ancient ones, the beast that ruled over there element. I didn't like taking them out for battles. They will most likely end up with my body here today. I had grown old, I was no longer a young Chap. I wouldn't let these beast get loose, I wished we could live in harmony, but these beasts and these humans can't seem to get along no matter what, why has the creator made this endless feud or innovation of man and the cruelty and power of nature.

The musket I was using as a walking stick fell out of my hands, I could feel it. The beast knew I was dying, they were wanting to get free, they thought I would let them have the chance!

My most brilliant creation, I took it out of the satchel, it looked like a cube but it was much more, it used a special breed apricorn that I had prepared by cross-breeding and all of the crystals I had left.

I sat it down and opened the top. I then dropped in every crystal off my person, one by one, they dropped in and got absorbed by the box and the beast inside them was contained in it, I did this with every of the beast on me, even the ones in the Capture Balls. I shut the lid and I heard a giant screech, it sounded like every beast yelling at me at once, but I didn't care, I made it so once I shut it, it would never open again. This was my magnum opus, I called it, the Master Cube. It could contain any beast and multiple of them, at any power scale possible, it used up many of my resources, but it was worth it, with all the most dangerous ancient pokemon like the birds of thunder, fire, and ice, the dragon of the sky, the beast of the ground, the lord of the sea, and many more, all locked here, I knew it would break one day, these beasts could never stay contained.

But hopefully, humanity evolves just like these beasts, and either become powerful enough to strive in this dangerous world or befriend the beast.

I fell over onto the box, my musket fell beside me, my old white beard fell, my intense passion which once put a red gleam in my eyes and made all fear me was gone. I was just an old man now, I laughed at myself. I recalled my memories, always traveling, going to villages to see so-called guardians protecting their respective villages, usually with a type of beast that can counter the ones most prominent in the area. They always gave me stones if I beat them before I knew it people were calling me, the continent guardian, but I denied that position, but everywhere I went had a different title for it. At a certain point when I visited every continent, they just called me the beastmaster.

Oh the good old days, I remember fighting that big dog who could reverse time and the such. He was quite the tough one, but I managed to capture him in one of my best capture balls to date.

Too bad I never got to use him, I was afraid he might run away and go pillage some villages if I let it out. It's hard to contain the unruly ones.

I stared into the sky, my old hat fell over my eyes, the hat my mother gave me, it stayed with me till the end. I reviewed my old frail self, tattered jacket, scratches and cuts all over my body, burn marks and more. These were proof of a real master, someone who can fight the beast back.

I felt it in my chest, my life force was draining. I would not live to see tomorrow after this final rest. Good night world, and glory to humanity.