Disclaimer I do not own Pokémon (though I do own the main OC) and this will apply throughout the rest of the story...
Authors note: I know this s probably not my best piece of work, but I'm still new to please try not to be too harsh on me, but I would really appreciate some constructive criticism to help me.
"Abcd" Speech
"abcd" telepathy
'abcd' thoughts
'abcd' writing
"Ah, get of me, please," A young, black haired girl cried, cowering within the corner of the room.
A fist came down on her, smacking her dead on in the mouth. Blood splattered on her short white dress, and the grey wall she leant against. She let out a defining scream before panting with desperation that someone would help. But they never did.
"Wh… Why?" She sobbed, pain filling her.
The man looked down, his face emotionless, at the girl who was sobbing. He raised his fist, about to strike again when…
"Ahhhh!" She screamed, holding a scar across her eye as if it was new. It took her a moment to work out where she was. She blinked slightly, looking at the orange tent around her. Her breathing finally slowed as she relaxed. It was just a nightmare from her childhood. Those dreams had always plagued her, even after she was freed from abuse. She heard clawing from outside the tent and rushed over to the zip, undoing it and allowing an Espeon to wander through. She smiled (though still a little shook up) and stroked the Espeon on the head, who was purring affectionately in response. When it decided to climb onto her sleeping bag she could not help but chuckle, as the drowsy psychic type nearly fell over…twice. With the creature dozing off at her feet she decided to drift back to sleep...
Next morning; "How are you feeling, Solarune?" The sun Pokémon asked, concerned about last night's events. Solarune had no clue how it had learned the human language, but it had made communication easier with the cat like creature. "I'm fine Espy, but do you know where my left sandal went?" Solarune enquired, twiddling the blanket around trying to find it. "Should you get dressed before putting your shoes on?" The cat asked, giving a bemused look to its trainer. "Probably, thank you Espy," She chuckled as Espy vacated the tent.
The nineteen year old emerged from her tent ten minutes later, wearing a light blue tea shirt and a pair of more, cerulean denim shorts. Her hair fell messily across her shoulders. Espy guessed she forgot to brush her hair this morning. "You might want to brush your hair Solarune" Espy advised. She nodded in agreement, going back in the tent to find the hairbrush. Espy watched, thinking 'Poor girl, she always gets like this when she has those nightmares, how horrible they must be, and how horrible her childhood must have been for her to have those nightmares, even now.' Solarune had never explicitly told Espy about her past, but the psychic type had used her powers to find out. Espeon saw the tent move and gazed back at her trainer, smiling when she saw the hair brush caught on a knot, and Solarune likely due to the fact she never had a decent child hood.
Her trainer walked over there, teasing Espy by holding up a Pokémon brush for her fur: a plan which the sun Pokémon was not all too appreciative of. Once Solarune had finished brushing her bluish-black hair she called out the rest of her team. She only had two other Pokémon, one being a Pidgeot used for flying and the other being a shiny Milotic used for swimming. All of them were female, and not used for battling very much, though that did not mean they were not good battlers, they trained every other day in the afternoon, and the whole day on Saturday. She quickly brushed Espeon down; there were thankfully not many knots in Espeon's pink/ purple fur. Solarune was looking down dismissively at Espy's purring. The events of last night still plaguing her inner thoughts like a phantom. The Espeon tried to stroke her leg, but this provided little comfort. Solarune breathed in when she felt a hand touch her quivering shoulder…
"Elizabeth!" Solarune growled, unappreciative of her younger step-sister's joke (or her visit in general).
"Is that any way to greet your relatives?" Elizabeth wined, trying the old cute and innocent act.
"Um… Sorry," Solarune said blankly, staring off into the distance.
"That's all right," Elizabeth responded, continuing her innocence act while wiping her cherry pink hair out of her face.
Elizabeth looked at Solarune for a second wondering what's wrong. Solarune was always like this when she visited, and she had no clue why. She walked closer to the solemn nineteen year old, appearing slightly aggravated that she was not getting attention.
"You know what?" Elizabeth asked.
"What?" Saurora questioned, still paying minimal interest in the conversation.
"Team Rocket, the organisation from Kanto has been spotted by Sootopolis… And the Government is absolutely livid about it. It has taken the media by storm and police were swarming the area. Look," Gestured Elizabeth, waving a newspaper in front of Solarune (and luckily not hitting her). Solarune took the newspaper. She skimmed the page, looking more than fed up with the twelve year olds personal space intrusion. Her expression changed when she looked at a random section of writing of which read; 'and according to our sources the team responsible for this was led by four people, and were attempting to find clues on the legendary Pokémon Arceus.'
"Are they not in the wrong region?" asked Solarune, who could see from various wittiness quotes that many people shared a similar opinion. "And why are there four leaders. I can swear they only had one when they disbanded," Solarune continued, a more puzzled look coming over her, reading the paper more in depth.
"I Know, that's what I thought as well," Elizabeth beamed. Solarune looked at her awkwardly, confused as to why anyone would be happy about the news. "Well, maybe we could go and scope it out, you know, and maybe even bump into someone special…" Elizabeth dreamingly said.
'And for a minute I thought Elizabeth wanted to help the nation, but as usual all she wants is a chance to see him,' Solarune thought, looking in disappointment at the twelve year old trainer.
"Well, can we, Please," Elizabeth begged with puppy dog eyes.
"Alright, just no bugging HIM," Solarune before sighing to herself. The last thing she needed was Elizabeth making a fool of both of them in front of an internationally recognized champion. She already had enough problems on her plate.