Prolouge
The Story of Johnathan
Prologue
I wish I could say this is a story people would like to hear of. A story about happiness and a view on a perfect world. A story where everyone gets their “happy end”. Well, it’s different. Very different. I don’t say it’s a total disaster nor an apocalypse. Well you know, it’s kinda both, happy and sad.
But it’s a story that needs to be told. Otherwise I would never forgive myself for that no one will at least remember him. You wonder of whom I speak? Well, of someone special. About my hero. About my Brother Johnathan. It’s the first time I speak about our past. But it’s important you hear the story, otherwise you probably won’t understand how we went to come where we are now. Honest time! Here are the facts.
Our parents never really cared about us. My brother Johnathan .. Or Johnny, how I loved to call him, always took care of me when I was an infant. He fed me, swaddled me and even sung lullabies until I fell asleep. He did everything for me, and that in the young age of 9. Johnny didn’t went to school because our family was too poor to finance it, even before I was born. When I asked him how he managed to learn how to write or to read, he told me that sometimes, he sneaked into schools over the air shaft and wrote down everything he could hear from the teachers lessons. He used that notes later to teach me the same things when I was older. He even handled to teach me a little bit about math but only the basics.
But one night everything changed. Our stepfather was an alcoholic and as so many times before, he drank too much. He went totally nuts and tried to hurt me and my brother. Johnny took me and went hiding so that drunk bastard wasn’t able to find us. When I think about it, it seems that Johnny knew this would happen one day because he prepared a backpack for me and for him so we could sneak out of the house in a quite second. That's how we ended up on the street. We were wild Pokemon, straying in the cities. Not knowing where to go. Not belonging anywhere. Pokémon tried to kill and rob us, trainers to catch us. Johnny kept everything from us away. Soon, everyone avoided us. We lived like this for almost a year, until on one rainy day, Fred appeared. He was a Krokorok, most probably not older than Johnny was, lost and wet from the rain as we were. To be honest, I can hardly remember him. But that was probably because of my age. So from that moment on, Fred was part of our world. Of Johnny’s world. My brother and him became pretty close, almost like best friends. Everything they did, they did it as a team. They stole food and medicine for years since we didn't had the money to buy them. Because who wants to employ someone without an education and a home anyways? Johnny always tried to keep me away of their robbery career because it was too dangerous. Once again, he wanted to carry that burden we had alone.
Because of the pressure, they soon started doing drugs.
This is when things went too far. In a short time they were known as thieves. Police searching for them, their faces shown on posters that hung everywhere in the city. Johnny knew we couldn’t stay in this town anymore, but Fred refused to leave his home. Despaired because of our misery, both of them joined an odd organization which promised them to help them “to survive”. But again, it would've been way too dangerous for me. So Johnathan brought me to an orphanage, hoping I'd be save from any harm. When I asked him for how long we would be separated from each other, he couldn't answer. But he promised to me, by the first chance he'll get, he will come and pick me up. So we could find our new home in this world together. By that time, I was eight years old.
Days passed by. I grew older and learned new things. I started with a training so I can protect myself and others. I wanted to become stronger for me and for my big brother. When he'd come back, I wanted him to let him known that he doesn't had to worry about me anymore and that he won't have to weight all the burdens we had.
And very soon, this day had come.
I will never forget this day. This one day, when he returned to the orphanage and spoke out the words I've wanted to hear for the last three years so badly.
“Get your backpack, Jamie. It's time to find our home.”
Prologue – End.
