This is my attempt of a NaNoWriMo. A Pokemon fanfic strongly insipired by Mika Waltari's Sinuhe The Egyptian.

Sinuhe The Trainer

Book One: The Reed Boat

1) Introduction

I, Sinuhe, the son of my father Senmut and his wife Kipa, write this. Not in order to praise the gods or Legendary Pokemon in the land of Kem, for I am weary of them, nor in order to praise the Pharaohs or their Pokemon, for I am weary of their deeds. For my own and my Pokemon's sake I write this.

Everything returns as it was and nothing is new under the sun and a man does not change although his Pokemon evolve and his Pokemon learn new moves.

I, Sinuhe, saw a trainer harming his own Pokemon. I saw Pokemon turning against their own trainers, poor trainers turning against rich trainers and Legendary Pokemon clashing. I saw once powerful Gym Leaders losing humiliating losses.

But that was how it was before, too. Also in the times of the herdsman kings a man who started off with a Rattata ended up controlling Legendary Pokemon. Also then came beggars and stole the Pokemon of noblemen.

I begin this book on the third year of my exile on the shores of the Eastern Sea, whence ships put out for the land of Punt. I was banished from Thebes on the sixth year of the reign of Pharaoh Horemheb. This was the command of the King, the Pharaoh who was my friend, once.

But he who has once drunk of Nile water will forever yearn to the Nile again; his thirst cannot be quenched by any other water in the world.

Why can't I be a Taillow? Why can't I be a free Wingull that flies past the guards back to the land of Kem? I'd build my nest in the middle of multi-colored pillars of the temple of Groudon, where the wealthy pay their respects. I'd build my nest in the middle of the mud huts where the poor lead their miserable lives together with their Oddish, because they didn't have enough money to buy Evolution Stones.

Sweet was my youth, sweet was my folly. Brittle pen and smooth papyrus, bring me back my childhood, and my first Pokemon.

This was written by Sinuhe, an exile, more deprived than any deprived in the land of Kem.