FRAGILE - a wedlocke novelization.

"Pokemon are a delicate matter, truly. Easily built up, easily broken down."

Static erupts from your television set across the room, the voice of a world famous man hardly making it to your ear drums and each word a strain to make out. The electronic flashes colors at you, bright, radiant - hues of green and blue and every other beauty to be found in the rainbow after a rainstorm. Blurred together. It hurts your eyes. You can hardly make out anything from the softened shapes that dance across the screen on a normal occasion, especially now when night has fallen and your room is draped in darkness' unmovable blanket, but you can make out his form. He is everywhere on the television those days; it would be hard to miss his unmistakable build and voice, poor cable or not.

"As you all know, years ago, Pokemon were abundant, strong creatures. Powerful enough to destroy the towns and cities we live in now with one single swoop. And yet, despite how superior they were compare to we humans, we managed to befriend one another. For years, we had formed a partnership with their species. However, this was a mistake on their part."

Every night, you muse. At least, they must have drilled this story into your brain for every night you've lived; it certainly feels that way. The hours, the days blur together like the shapes on your magical box of news until time feels like nothing more than a myth to you. When did you last hear this broadcast, this story? A few seconds before it started up again? A decade ago? No, not that long. You're hardly even eighteen yet. Of course, it could be your fortieth birthday by that time and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. They must be trying to brain wash you and the other people of the world, or something demented like that. That's what always happened in those horror novels they always made you read at school for homework.

"As natural resources and food supplies dwindled, we began relying on them as just another resource. As time ticked by, the hunting of said Pocket Monsters became a sport that everyone was in on. Their population began to dwindle, their homes being over run by our species, and their superiority in the world become nothing more than a distant fantasy."

You don't want to hear this story again you think for the first - fifth. hundredth. millionth. last, even. - time, your mind numbed by a sort of haziness that you can't help but wonder is from a drug. Public privacy is not what it used to be, after all. The League could be watching you at that moment and you would never even know, filling your room with some sort of gas and poisoning you and your only present relative's mind. That would make for a better story than the tragedy that you've been listening to on repeat for an eternity. You want to reach out and hit the power button, but your body is cold and unmoving. You are stone. Stone cannot lift itself from beneath the cotton soft sheets it lays under and do such a boring chore.

"Pokemon are fragile, weak creatures. Things to look down upon."

You place your hands over your ears. Something wet and hot floods over your eyelids. You wish it were blood. Maybe this means you are free from this world - Arceus' greatest gift.

"It is the Pokemon League's job to ensure that no one tries to take advantage of the situation, capturing the endangered creatures and - doing the unthinkable - training them for battle in days of old."

You tell yourself that the League is nothing more than a group with too much power and nothing do with it other than torment the people of the world, that they aren't trying to protect anyone or anything, and that you want everything to shut up, shut up, shut up.

"Pokemon are fragile."

You are fragile.

"Their hopes and dreams are easily fueled and even more easy to loose."

You've cast your goals to the wind, leaving caution in their wake.

"It's a mad world out there."

It's an unforgiving world outside Newbark City.

"They will all surely die if captured, train, and forced to battle."

You were dead before you were even alive.