Literature
Pokemon: Life of an HM slave
It was beautiful... the thought of a trainer, I knew I would be revered, I was an Arceus after all, and people loved me.
How wrong I was.
I stood in waiting in the Hall of Origin, when the boy arrived, surprise had overtaken him as he stared up at me for a moment, he then grinned and sent out a pokemon, a Rhydon.
The Rhydon looked up at me momentarily, and suddenly the battle was over- somehow this boy had defeated me, he threw the masterball, and I was caught.
I was healed, then let out of my pokeball. I turned, expecting a happy trainer, only for a HM to be shoved at me, It was fly.
I attempted to tell him I did not wish to learn the m