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Author’s Note: Tried to add a little more dialogue into this one, so hopefully it worked out in my favor. But otherwise, here’s another little one shot I figured I’d get done and posted up here now that I’m finally feeling the desire to write again!
As the sun rose over the hills surrounding Driftveil City, the sky lit up in shades of orange and blue. Birds could be heard chirping in the nearby trees, and there was a sense of excitement in the air as the citizens of the town woke up and started their days. Many miners were already out on their way to the mines to get started on the day’s work. The few other denizens that were roaming the streets were the Pokemon Center and PokeMart employees coming off of their overnight shifts to rest and recuperate before the next evening’s work.
In one of Driftveil’s homes, however, a single light was on in an upstairs room. If one peeked inside, they would see a young boy sitting on his bed, reading a children’s book about dragons. The walls of his room were red, and the carpet was dark blue. His lamp, located on his nightstand, illuminated the room.
Inside, there were a couple toy boxes along one wall, both rectangular in shape and white. A dresser was near his closet door, which was shut for the time being. His desk was at the end of his bed, and cups full of colored pencils, crayons, and markers were lined up along the edge closest to the wall. Posters and drawings of a red and blue dragon decorated the walls.
The young boy’s morning was uneventful. His mother eventually came in and helped him get ready for the day. She ran a comb through his thick brown hair and allowed him to pick an outfit out from his closet. The boy chose a blue polo shirt and jeans with a pair of black strap on sneakers. He was able to dress himself, though his mother stuck around in the room just to make sure her son was putting his clothes on properly.
By the afternoon, the family’s house was full of excitement. Children hung out in the backyard, playing games while their parents watched. The boy’s father was out at the grill, making hamburgers and hot dogs for all in attendance. Several tables were set up in the yard, and they were covered in plastic red tablecloths. Various side dishes, from potato salad to baked beans, covered with plastic wrap sat on the table as well. A pinata in the shape of a Druddigon hung from a tree in the yard.
Inside, there were some parents inside mingling, but the boy’s mother was hard at work making sure everything was ready for when everyone came inside. A cake decorated with red and blue frosting sat on the kitchen counter, and a candle in the shape of the number four stuck out from the top of it. Balloons floated in the living room, and the dinner table was full of presents.
“Food’s ready!” the boy’s father called out.
No sooner than had the words left the man’s mouth, a line formed behind him with eager parents and children ready to eat. The first person in line took a plate and passed it down. Adults got hamburgers (some opted to add cheese) and a hot dog, and children got a hamburger (and even some of them opted to add cheese). At the table, they were able to add their side dishes to their plates, though the parents added items to their children’s plates based on what they would eat. Laughter filled the air as good conversations were had among the children and their parents.
“Alright kids, you ready to have a go at the pinata?” the father called out after about forty-five minutes of meal time.
Children cheered and ran towards the pinata, where some of the parents gathered with cameras ready. The mother held a stick in one hand and a blue cloth in the other. The birthday boy was first in line, and his mother tied the cloth around his eyes and spun him around a couple times. He stumbled forward and swung at the pinata, but missed. A second try also resulted in a miss, but the third time was the charm for him as he landed a hit on the Druddigon pinata.
Several of the other children took their chances at the pinata, but when one young girl finally broke it open, there were cheers and shouts from the children as they rushed up to get their hands on some of the candy and party favors that fell from inside. Some of the parents had to step in to pull their child away from the commotion so other children could get their share too.
“Alright kids, it’s time for Grayson to open his presents!” the mother shouted once all of the children got their share of candy from the pinata.
Everyone made their way inside and gathered around a beige armchair that Grayson, the young birthday boy, sat in. His father sat on one of the arms of the chair, and his mother was near the table, ready to grab presents and hand them off once everyone was seated and comfortable.
One by one, Grayson got his presents and opened them. He got clothes, toys, games, and just about anything a four year old boy could possibly dream of having, except a Pokemon. That was understandable though, as Grayson’s dream Pokemon was a Druddigon, and his parents didn’t feel it was appropriate for their four year old son to have such a large Pokemon at such a young age. They tried to reason with their child and negotiate a smaller Dragon type Pokemon, like a Dratini or Gible, but Grayson was adamant about Druddigon, and so there was no Pokemon gift for this birthday.
But he did get something just as good as a Druddigon, at least in his eyes. His parents gave him a Druddigon LEGO set and a Druddigon puzzle. He was so excited about these two gifts that as soon as the festivities were over and he was able to go back up to his room, he dumped the pieces of his new Druddigon LEGO set out on the floor and got to work on putting it together. His father came in to help, and together, the two of them were able to get the Druddigon that was about as big as Grayson himself together in about an hour and a half.
He would have started on the puzzle, but he had to go downstairs to join his parents for dinner, which was just leftovers from the earlier party. When he got back upstairs though, he got to work on his Druddigon puzzle, dumping the pieces onto his desk and getting to work on it. Grayson started with the border, just as his mother taught him to do, and then he set out to do the middle.
As he was finishing the puzzle though, he realized a few pieces were missing. Grayson frantically searched his room, taking care not to damage his new Druddigon LEGO sculpture or cause any more of the puzzle pieces to go missing.
His mother came into the room after about fifteen minutes of Grayson searching for the missing pieces. “Grayson, what are you doing in here?”
“I missing pieces!” he whined, pointing to his puzzle. “Trying to find!”
“Alright, well, let me help you,” his mother said.
Together, the two spent another fifteen minutes searching the room before his mother finally gave up. The pieces were nowhere to be found.
“I’m sorry, Grayson, but they’re not here,” she said.
“But I need them! I have to finish puzzle!” Grayson replied. Tears were welling up in his green eyes.
“I know, but I don’t know where they are, we’ve looked everywhere,” his mother replied.
At this, Grayson started screaming and crying. He threw toys around the room, and through his tantrum, he took care to not damage the Druddigon LEGO sculpture he and his father finished earlier in the day. His mother sighed, but she let her son go through his fit. It was easier this way, as she’d learned the hard way, when she once ended up with bruises and cuts from trying to hold her son and calm him down. Crying it out was a much safer method in this case, but she stuck around in case anything actually did break or her son started to hurt himself.
Thankfully nothing was broken and Grayson wasn’t hurt by his tantrum, and he wound up crying himself to sleep. His mother picked him up and tucked him into his bed.
The next morning, his mother had to force him out of bed and get ready for school. They barely made it on time, for Grayson was adamant about not going to the school. He wanted to find the puzzle pieces that were missing, not go to school and be around other people. To four year old Grayson, the puzzle piece was more important than education.
But he went to school, hung out with his friends, played games and did art, and then it was finally nap time. Grayson, still tuckered out from the night before, fell asleep without a problem.
“Okay, Druddigon!” a young man with windswept brown hair. “It’s time to go! We’re gonna have the adventure of a lifetime!”
The red and blue Dragon type just grunted. He was the polar opposite of his trainer. The young man was happy and excited, ready to go on an adventure. Druddigon wasn’t nearly as excited, and he didn’t seem ready for adventure either.
Still, the pair pressed on and traveled away from Driftveil City and onto Route 6. Wild Pokemon, like Shelmet and Deerling, crossed their path, but the young boy let them pass by. Druddigon was eager to fight them, but the young boy told his Pokemon to stay back.
Their path led them to Chargestone Cave, and when the duo entered, the young man turned his flashlight on. Traveling through the cave was no problem for Druddigon and his trainer. Druddigon was able to move boulders in their path with ease, and they were able to avoid most fights. Some wild Pokemon were eager to fight, but a roar from Druddigon scared them off. A couple trainers in the cave challenged the young man to a battle, but he politely declined, explaining that he was only in the cave to find something that meant a lot to him.
In the final room of a cave was another young man with green hair tied back into a ponytail.
“I’ve found you!” the young boy shouted, pointing a finger at the green haired young man.
“So you have,” he replied. “Nice to see you’ve made it here, Grayson.”
“Now gimme back what’s mine, N!” Grayson shouted. “Or I’ll fight ya for it.”
N shrugged and turned around, examining a blue puzzle piece for just a moment before pocketing it. He took a single Poke Ball out of that same pocket and tossed it into the air. Out came a bipedal fox with black and red fur.
“Zoroark, use Night Slash,” N said.
The Zoroark wasted no time in swiftly moving towards the Druddigon and slashing at it with a claws surrounded in a dark aura. Druddigon cried out in pain, and even Grayson flinched from the sound of his Pokemon’s cry.
“Okay, so ya want a fight! You’re gonna get one, then!” Grayson shouted. “Druddigon, use Dragon Claw!”
“Agility, then Punishment,” N said. Where Grayson was loud and eager to fight, N was calm, cool, and collected.
Druddigon reached out to strike Zoroark with his claws, but the fox was much too fast for him. His attack missed, and Zoroark’s Punishment made him pay for his lack of speed for the attack made him stumble backwards. Grayson had to step aside to avoid being trampled by his own Pokemon.
“We can do this, Druddigon!” Grayson said. “Try tripping it up with a Dragon Tail!”
N shrugged. As Druddigon swept his tail around the cave, trainers and Pokemon jumped to avoid being knocked around by it. Druddigon went around a second time, and everyone dodged the attack again, but as he went around for a third time, he added in a Dragon Claw that knocked the Zoroark to the ground and Druddigon’s tail sent him into the wall.
“Yeah! Nice work, Druddigon!” Grayson said, which earned him a grunt from his Pokemon. “Now let’s keep him from gaining momentum again with another Dragon Claw!”
But when Druddigon went to slam his claws into Zoroark’s body, his clawed hand landed in the cave wall. Zoroark ducked just in time to avoid the attack, and he had nothing to fear. A few specks of dirt fell onto his fur, but a quick little shake got it off of him. He struck the Druddigon in the stomach, and the large dragon stumbled backwards again.
The room suddenly started to shake, and Grayson fell to the ground. One of the rocks from the ceiling hit him on the head, and he lost consciousness.
“Grayson, wake up,” a woman said, gently nudging the young boy.
Grayson jumped up, his eyes darting around the room. It took him a moment to realize he wasn’t in the cave on a wild adventure like he thought he was, but instead in his classroom with his classmates, who were seated at tables waiting for him to join them, and his teacher, who was hovering over him trying to wake him.
He let out a sigh and relaxed. All was well. A rock hadn’t fallen on his head. His body was unscathed. He didn’t actually own a Druddigon, and that was probably the most unfortunate part of all of this.
Grayson joined his classmates at the table once he recovered, and he tried to enjoy the rest of his day. He was still upset about the missing puzzle pieces from his puzzle at home, and dreaming about having a real Druddigon bummed him out a little more, but he made it through the rest of the day.
His mom picked him up and brought him home. “When you get inside, check your desk, Grayson. I think you’ll find something you like there.”
Grayson shrugged but went to his room anyways. On his desk were a few puzzle pieces, and when Grayson tried to put them into his puzzle, they fit perfectly. They were found! Also with the pieces was a note that read “I found these when I was cleaning your room today. Love, Mom.”
With the puzzle complete, Grayson rushed out of the room to hug his mom’s legs. She only chuckled and ruffled her son’s hair. Now all the young boy needed was a real Druddigon to call his own, but for now, he’d settle for the happiness of having his completed LEGO Druddigon and his completed Druddigon puzzle.
As the sun rose over the hills surrounding Driftveil City, the sky lit up in shades of orange and blue. Birds could be heard chirping in the nearby trees, and there was a sense of excitement in the air as the citizens of the town woke up and started their days. Many miners were already out on their way to the mines to get started on the day’s work. The few other denizens that were roaming the streets were the Pokemon Center and PokeMart employees coming off of their overnight shifts to rest and recuperate before the next evening’s work.
In one of Driftveil’s homes, however, a single light was on in an upstairs room. If one peeked inside, they would see a young boy sitting on his bed, reading a children’s book about dragons. The walls of his room were red, and the carpet was dark blue. His lamp, located on his nightstand, illuminated the room.
Inside, there were a couple toy boxes along one wall, both rectangular in shape and white. A dresser was near his closet door, which was shut for the time being. His desk was at the end of his bed, and cups full of colored pencils, crayons, and markers were lined up along the edge closest to the wall. Posters and drawings of a red and blue dragon decorated the walls.
The young boy’s morning was uneventful. His mother eventually came in and helped him get ready for the day. She ran a comb through his thick brown hair and allowed him to pick an outfit out from his closet. The boy chose a blue polo shirt and jeans with a pair of black strap on sneakers. He was able to dress himself, though his mother stuck around in the room just to make sure her son was putting his clothes on properly.
By the afternoon, the family’s house was full of excitement. Children hung out in the backyard, playing games while their parents watched. The boy’s father was out at the grill, making hamburgers and hot dogs for all in attendance. Several tables were set up in the yard, and they were covered in plastic red tablecloths. Various side dishes, from potato salad to baked beans, covered with plastic wrap sat on the table as well. A pinata in the shape of a Druddigon hung from a tree in the yard.
Inside, there were some parents inside mingling, but the boy’s mother was hard at work making sure everything was ready for when everyone came inside. A cake decorated with red and blue frosting sat on the kitchen counter, and a candle in the shape of the number four stuck out from the top of it. Balloons floated in the living room, and the dinner table was full of presents.
“Food’s ready!” the boy’s father called out.
No sooner than had the words left the man’s mouth, a line formed behind him with eager parents and children ready to eat. The first person in line took a plate and passed it down. Adults got hamburgers (some opted to add cheese) and a hot dog, and children got a hamburger (and even some of them opted to add cheese). At the table, they were able to add their side dishes to their plates, though the parents added items to their children’s plates based on what they would eat. Laughter filled the air as good conversations were had among the children and their parents.
“Alright kids, you ready to have a go at the pinata?” the father called out after about forty-five minutes of meal time.
Children cheered and ran towards the pinata, where some of the parents gathered with cameras ready. The mother held a stick in one hand and a blue cloth in the other. The birthday boy was first in line, and his mother tied the cloth around his eyes and spun him around a couple times. He stumbled forward and swung at the pinata, but missed. A second try also resulted in a miss, but the third time was the charm for him as he landed a hit on the Druddigon pinata.
Several of the other children took their chances at the pinata, but when one young girl finally broke it open, there were cheers and shouts from the children as they rushed up to get their hands on some of the candy and party favors that fell from inside. Some of the parents had to step in to pull their child away from the commotion so other children could get their share too.
“Alright kids, it’s time for Grayson to open his presents!” the mother shouted once all of the children got their share of candy from the pinata.
Everyone made their way inside and gathered around a beige armchair that Grayson, the young birthday boy, sat in. His father sat on one of the arms of the chair, and his mother was near the table, ready to grab presents and hand them off once everyone was seated and comfortable.
One by one, Grayson got his presents and opened them. He got clothes, toys, games, and just about anything a four year old boy could possibly dream of having, except a Pokemon. That was understandable though, as Grayson’s dream Pokemon was a Druddigon, and his parents didn’t feel it was appropriate for their four year old son to have such a large Pokemon at such a young age. They tried to reason with their child and negotiate a smaller Dragon type Pokemon, like a Dratini or Gible, but Grayson was adamant about Druddigon, and so there was no Pokemon gift for this birthday.
But he did get something just as good as a Druddigon, at least in his eyes. His parents gave him a Druddigon LEGO set and a Druddigon puzzle. He was so excited about these two gifts that as soon as the festivities were over and he was able to go back up to his room, he dumped the pieces of his new Druddigon LEGO set out on the floor and got to work on putting it together. His father came in to help, and together, the two of them were able to get the Druddigon that was about as big as Grayson himself together in about an hour and a half.
He would have started on the puzzle, but he had to go downstairs to join his parents for dinner, which was just leftovers from the earlier party. When he got back upstairs though, he got to work on his Druddigon puzzle, dumping the pieces onto his desk and getting to work on it. Grayson started with the border, just as his mother taught him to do, and then he set out to do the middle.
As he was finishing the puzzle though, he realized a few pieces were missing. Grayson frantically searched his room, taking care not to damage his new Druddigon LEGO sculpture or cause any more of the puzzle pieces to go missing.
His mother came into the room after about fifteen minutes of Grayson searching for the missing pieces. “Grayson, what are you doing in here?”
“I missing pieces!” he whined, pointing to his puzzle. “Trying to find!”
“Alright, well, let me help you,” his mother said.
Together, the two spent another fifteen minutes searching the room before his mother finally gave up. The pieces were nowhere to be found.
“I’m sorry, Grayson, but they’re not here,” she said.
“But I need them! I have to finish puzzle!” Grayson replied. Tears were welling up in his green eyes.
“I know, but I don’t know where they are, we’ve looked everywhere,” his mother replied.
At this, Grayson started screaming and crying. He threw toys around the room, and through his tantrum, he took care to not damage the Druddigon LEGO sculpture he and his father finished earlier in the day. His mother sighed, but she let her son go through his fit. It was easier this way, as she’d learned the hard way, when she once ended up with bruises and cuts from trying to hold her son and calm him down. Crying it out was a much safer method in this case, but she stuck around in case anything actually did break or her son started to hurt himself.
Thankfully nothing was broken and Grayson wasn’t hurt by his tantrum, and he wound up crying himself to sleep. His mother picked him up and tucked him into his bed.
The next morning, his mother had to force him out of bed and get ready for school. They barely made it on time, for Grayson was adamant about not going to the school. He wanted to find the puzzle pieces that were missing, not go to school and be around other people. To four year old Grayson, the puzzle piece was more important than education.
But he went to school, hung out with his friends, played games and did art, and then it was finally nap time. Grayson, still tuckered out from the night before, fell asleep without a problem.
“Okay, Druddigon!” a young man with windswept brown hair. “It’s time to go! We’re gonna have the adventure of a lifetime!”
The red and blue Dragon type just grunted. He was the polar opposite of his trainer. The young man was happy and excited, ready to go on an adventure. Druddigon wasn’t nearly as excited, and he didn’t seem ready for adventure either.
Still, the pair pressed on and traveled away from Driftveil City and onto Route 6. Wild Pokemon, like Shelmet and Deerling, crossed their path, but the young boy let them pass by. Druddigon was eager to fight them, but the young boy told his Pokemon to stay back.
Their path led them to Chargestone Cave, and when the duo entered, the young man turned his flashlight on. Traveling through the cave was no problem for Druddigon and his trainer. Druddigon was able to move boulders in their path with ease, and they were able to avoid most fights. Some wild Pokemon were eager to fight, but a roar from Druddigon scared them off. A couple trainers in the cave challenged the young man to a battle, but he politely declined, explaining that he was only in the cave to find something that meant a lot to him.
In the final room of a cave was another young man with green hair tied back into a ponytail.
“I’ve found you!” the young boy shouted, pointing a finger at the green haired young man.
“So you have,” he replied. “Nice to see you’ve made it here, Grayson.”
“Now gimme back what’s mine, N!” Grayson shouted. “Or I’ll fight ya for it.”
N shrugged and turned around, examining a blue puzzle piece for just a moment before pocketing it. He took a single Poke Ball out of that same pocket and tossed it into the air. Out came a bipedal fox with black and red fur.
“Zoroark, use Night Slash,” N said.
The Zoroark wasted no time in swiftly moving towards the Druddigon and slashing at it with a claws surrounded in a dark aura. Druddigon cried out in pain, and even Grayson flinched from the sound of his Pokemon’s cry.
“Okay, so ya want a fight! You’re gonna get one, then!” Grayson shouted. “Druddigon, use Dragon Claw!”
“Agility, then Punishment,” N said. Where Grayson was loud and eager to fight, N was calm, cool, and collected.
Druddigon reached out to strike Zoroark with his claws, but the fox was much too fast for him. His attack missed, and Zoroark’s Punishment made him pay for his lack of speed for the attack made him stumble backwards. Grayson had to step aside to avoid being trampled by his own Pokemon.
“We can do this, Druddigon!” Grayson said. “Try tripping it up with a Dragon Tail!”
N shrugged. As Druddigon swept his tail around the cave, trainers and Pokemon jumped to avoid being knocked around by it. Druddigon went around a second time, and everyone dodged the attack again, but as he went around for a third time, he added in a Dragon Claw that knocked the Zoroark to the ground and Druddigon’s tail sent him into the wall.
“Yeah! Nice work, Druddigon!” Grayson said, which earned him a grunt from his Pokemon. “Now let’s keep him from gaining momentum again with another Dragon Claw!”
But when Druddigon went to slam his claws into Zoroark’s body, his clawed hand landed in the cave wall. Zoroark ducked just in time to avoid the attack, and he had nothing to fear. A few specks of dirt fell onto his fur, but a quick little shake got it off of him. He struck the Druddigon in the stomach, and the large dragon stumbled backwards again.
The room suddenly started to shake, and Grayson fell to the ground. One of the rocks from the ceiling hit him on the head, and he lost consciousness.
“Grayson, wake up,” a woman said, gently nudging the young boy.
Grayson jumped up, his eyes darting around the room. It took him a moment to realize he wasn’t in the cave on a wild adventure like he thought he was, but instead in his classroom with his classmates, who were seated at tables waiting for him to join them, and his teacher, who was hovering over him trying to wake him.
He let out a sigh and relaxed. All was well. A rock hadn’t fallen on his head. His body was unscathed. He didn’t actually own a Druddigon, and that was probably the most unfortunate part of all of this.
Grayson joined his classmates at the table once he recovered, and he tried to enjoy the rest of his day. He was still upset about the missing puzzle pieces from his puzzle at home, and dreaming about having a real Druddigon bummed him out a little more, but he made it through the rest of the day.
His mom picked him up and brought him home. “When you get inside, check your desk, Grayson. I think you’ll find something you like there.”
Grayson shrugged but went to his room anyways. On his desk were a few puzzle pieces, and when Grayson tried to put them into his puzzle, they fit perfectly. They were found! Also with the pieces was a note that read “I found these when I was cleaning your room today. Love, Mom.”
With the puzzle complete, Grayson rushed out of the room to hug his mom’s legs. She only chuckled and ruffled her son’s hair. Now all the young boy needed was a real Druddigon to call his own, but for now, he’d settle for the happiness of having his completed LEGO Druddigon and his completed Druddigon puzzle.
