Maize is a name, that name is a very special name, where it is kept deep inside my heart. This very name almost lost meaning, but it's okay, I still keep it in my soul. The storm that clouded over me has became clear and cloudy.
I was a young Ralts, very playful. Being young, I was also short compared to my "friends." I was just a few millimeters taller than ten inches. I was always the one to get chosen last for races, for activities, or anything high in activity. Teasing was also an issue. My wishes was for life, why was the world so cruel? No one cared for me, I was lonely.
I would crawl into bushes, caves, or corners, just to shed my warm salt from my eyes. Instantly, I would curse upon myself, on why I was so pathetic. Throwing fits was my only way to keep me from breaking. All I wanted was someone to actually hang out with me.
However, one day, I was finally willing to eat. My body was starving enough to tell me I needed food. I started looking for some Oran berries, when I get a sudden thud on my head. It wasn't painful, but looking to my right, I see a Pokeball, then my vision faded to white. The emotions overtook me, I was overjoyed, thinking someone is going to care for me!
After a moderately long wait, I was released outside the Pokeball. My feet landed on top of ground. Trees and flowers are in a big open patch of grass. There was one teenager. He had short slick hair, combed backwards. There was clothing over him that didn't cover his arms. The height of him is roughly six feet. His eyes examined me, with a happy face.
"Well, hello there little fella!"
A big open smile was shared to him. Him seeing me smile made him giggle, and told me that I was his first Pokemon.
"You're an easily impressed one aren't ya?" He put his hands on his hips. After a short giggle once more, he gestured to come follow.
"You hungry?"
I quickly nodded, desperate for something to eat.
"Alright, come follow me, I got some Sitrus Berries in the house." He turns around and heads for the screen door near him.
I waddled quick to keep up with him. I was too happy to realize that I was stepping in dry dirt. As I was walking on dirt, he looked behind him on the stairs to see if I was following. He then put on a silly face.
"Aw. Silly you, now you are dirty!" He came over and picked me up. I was very alarmed at first. My first reaction was to try to shake.
Seeing that I was trying to off, he states, "Hey, it's okay, I'm just going to go get you cleaned up."
I calmed down, after all, he was caring for me. I lie down on his arms and looked around.
As we entered the house, the temperature dropped. Once again, I got alarmed and I exhaled a short squeak. Feeling a sudden coldness, I clenched close to his arm. He patted my head. I then smilled back at him.
As we walked through a hallway, the next room we entered was small, with white walls and flooring. Objects called a bathtub, a toilet and a sink are in that room. The teen put me in one arm. He reached over the basin like area, and turned some handles. Water came spewing out of a pipe, and he told me to give it a few seconds. We stood there, staring intently at the water filling up the tub. The reflections of light shined off of my hair. Eventually, I was put into the warm water.
After a few scrubbing and rinsing of my body and hair, I was lifted up and dried off with a small yellow fabric called a towel.
After drying me up and brushing my hair straight, he mentions something. "Hey, I bet you could use some Sitrus berries right now, huh?"
I was happy he mentioned it, I was pretty hungry. In return, I gave a huge smile and chuckled, short, but sweet.
I've been raised for about eleven months. Early in the morning, I stopped being a Ralts and started to evolve. When my trainer Shawn watched me change, he couldn't believe it. He witnessed his first Pokemon to evolve.
Gesturing his hands around, he exclaimed, "Wow! You've gotten older Maize! You're a Kirlia now!" I chuckled and danced around, and he was giggling. My trainer always was there for me, no matter the consequences, he was just there.
A month has passed. For my one year present, Shawn and I went to a picnic out in Western Park. He brought over some of his friends, as well as some food and presents. There were some other Pokemon as well, but I always avoided Pokemon, as I thought being with them would cause my earlier problems to come back. I was only a couple of inches less than two feet.
Shawn claps his hands and announces, "Alright everybody, food is set out. Dig in!"
The group started to gather around the folding table. There was various fruits, vegetables, as well as meats. I fancied the fruits, such as apples, and a little bit of the vegetables, specifically the carrots and broccoli.
The Pokemon played when they were finished with their dishes, and the adults were talking in groups. However, I didn't know what to do when I finished my food. I decided that I'm a big girl, and went over to the Pokemon.
There was a male Teddiursa, a female Aipom and a male Meowstic. When I came over to the group, the looked at me and stared. I felt very uncomfortable, I just wanted to leave by then. But then, I was tackled by the Meowstic. I was startled, but he started giggling. They aren't making fun of me! No, they wanted me to play as well. We ran around the paths in the park, we played games with each other, we had fun! My trainer saw us play, and he was smiling. I was dancing like crazy by the time we had to leave. I'm no longer that one loser who sits by herself, no. I'm normal!
It was pitch dark when my trainer drove us back home. When we entered the doorway to the kitchen, he said it was a good day, and asked if I had any fun over there. I of course nodded.
"That is wonderful! Do you think you would do this again for your next year?"
I nodded. But a simple nod wasn't doing much, I wanted to express my gratitude to him, but simple body gestures confused him. So, I tried every movement I could possibly do with my arms, as well as toying around with nearby objects. My fingers were also used, but having two fingers doesn't give much freedom.
"Maize, I don't know what you are doing. Maybe we could somehow start building your vocabulary?
I thought it over. If I can understand what he is saying, how hard could it be to pronounce it?
Shawn decided it was time to shut down for the night. He picked me up and brought me to his bedroom. Before going to sleep, he decided to try out his nifty little idea. Shawn told me to try and mimic his mouth movements.
Opening his mouth, he slowly said, "Bed." Then, pointed at the mattress. So, I then open my mouth and try to mimic.
"Ah, Mm-b-ba." My trainer laughed at me. He said you want to try again? He said the word again, but more slowly. Slow enough to show what his tongue is doing.
Without hesitation, "Mm-b-bee-ed. Mmm-b-e-d. B-ed. Bed!" That is when my trainer got surprised, and told me that a we will work on vocabulary tomorrow.
He then set me and himself on his bed. "Bed..." I said in my head. My trainer still didn't have a separate bed for me, but I didn't mind. The now adult trainer reaches over and shuts off the lamp. Shawn crawls under his sheets, and so did I. But this time, I slept a bit closer to him than usual. It was a warm and cozy night, only the crickets were awake to liven up the night. I, ever so sound asleep, may have dreamed of me and Shawn dancing together in the future. With all he has done, Shawn has to do anything for me.
*Chapter two is when Maize shows Shawn her appreciation.
