Random Encounter
There he was, waiting in the tall grass; the world was his oyster and he couldn't wait for the next challenge. He trained and trained for the moment that could define his life, but for the moment, he had to wait; there was no point in rushing the pleasure, for patience for its own reward...
After all, if he wanted to be the very best, he had to defeat all that would pass in front of him. It would be a challenge, one that he couldn't back down from, even if it would strain his sanity...
His team was ready, trained and disciplined; all that was needed was a good battle, so he could show his talents. No one would be able to stand in the path of his victory, no one...
It had been day he'd been standing in the grass, waiting for someone to pass in front of him. How come no one used these roads these days? Did they want to avoid the battle? He couldn't believe that it was his fate...
The days soon turned into weeks, as he waited in the tall grass for a trainer to pass in front of him. There had to be one that would pass, one that would challenge him; he couldn't stand there forever, waiting.
His provisions were drying out and there were no shops around; he had to stay there, for he could see a trainer. It was his destiny to stand there, waiting for the good opportunity; if he moved, then someone could pass and ruin everything...
And yet, he could feel the hunger seize hold of his mind; his supplies were gone and he was starving. Although he didn't want to do it, he knew that there was little he could do to survive...
He had to admit that they were tasty; he never expected his faithful companions to be that delicious. But now, how would he be able to face a trainer, without anything to stop him? And he was still hungry...
There was his target, walking near him; all he had to do was to wait a moment, before challenging him. Staring at the horizon, he waited, only to realize that the trainer was walking behind him, avoiding him.
He couldn't believe that such a thing could be possible, that he could simply avoid him. He had to do something to solve this situation, before it would be too late, but what?
Turning around, his right eye twiching, he looked at the whistling trainer, his arrogance insufferable. Without hesitating, he grabbed a rock and tossed it toward his head, hitting it right on the side.
Approaching the trainer, he was about to challenge him to a battle when he noticed that he wasn't breathing anymore. At least, it would make a few meals, until the next one would come by...