The scenery was beautiful in amie field—the scent of delicious treats field the air along with a feeling of comfort.
Serena's eyes fluttered open, only for them to be clinched. The sunlight blinded her, and that was a shock. When she arrived in Hoenn, she chose to stay at the Pokemon Center. She wasn't traveling with anyone, unfortunately, so sleeping outdoors wasn't something she was comfortable with.
Serena positioned her petite body upright but remained on the cool grass. She looked around, hoping to spot her bag. When she saw it near a bush, she sighed, relieved—thank goodness it was safe.
"Where am I?" Serena mumbled, taking her attention away from her bag.
Then something weird happened, and it puzzled Serena. A treat—a pink Poké Puff—was placed in front of her. It was swayed, teasingly, like an outside force was playing her. She blinked, then reached for it, playing along. It was likely a dream, so there was no real consequence, right?
Serena smiled, even giggled. She jumped, attempting to reach the treat, but it remained out of her grasp. "Come, on," she huffed, childishly. "You at least have to give me a chance!" she yelled, pointing an accusing finger toward the sky.
The treat went splat on the ground, causing Serena to become upset. "Alright wise guy! Or girl—or thing? Serena trailed, dumbly, as a white hand hovered over her.
It inched close, and Serena reached out and made contact. It felt, familiar, like someone she knew. It was comforting, though, so she didn't mind. The hand released itself from Serena's grasp, then cupped her chin. A blush appeared on Serena's face—it remained, even when the hand stopped.
"Ummm," Serena mumbled, surprised by the affection. "Thanks, I guess... I don't know who you are, but thank you... I was feeling down since—" she stopped, abruptly, looking down at her chest. The hand was touching her prized possession, her blue-ribbon. On instinct, she swatted the hand away, now glaring at it. The ribbon held significants, she didn't want anything to happen to it.
The hand appeared to be upset if that was even possible. It was about to float away, but Serena grabbed it, quickly. "I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, hugging the hand. It was an odd scene, to say the least. "Listen," she begged, positioning the hand so that it saw her face. "Thank you..." a lone tear escaped.
"Thank you—for comforting me," Serena apologized, weakly. "I miss them—I miss..." she trailed. She didn't want to finish, it hurt. The hand wiggled, attempting to escape from Serena's grasp.
Serena obliged, letting it go. "Do you forgive me?" Serena asked. She placed her hand near her heart—she did it for comfort, and to calm herself—it was something she had done since childhood.
The hand nodded, or was it waving at her? It was hard to tell. "Alright, we're friends! Serena exclaimed, moving her hand over. They shook for a moment, then Serena looked down at her chest. She removed the ribbon, showing it off to the hand. "I overreacted a little, didn't I?" Serena mused, looking at the fabric.
Serena giggled, placing it back on her dress. When she looked up again, the hand was gone—it left again. Serena held a sad look like she lost her best friend. It returned moments later, though, treat in hand.
"Thank you," Serena said genuinely, accepting the pastry. "Just don't float off again, okay? I was worried," she added, taking a bite out of the treat. Hmm, strawberry, her favorite.
"Serena! Hello, it's me!" a familiar voice called out. When she heard that voice—his voice—she turned around instantly. There was nothing, though, it was all for not.
She looked at the hand, curiously, then back to her treat. "It was nothing. I thought someone was there..."
"But I'm right here, Serena!" the voice called out, it echoed throughout the field.
"Ash..." Serena breathed, looking toward the sky.
A/N:
Something different for you guys. I hope you like it! I have a few chapters planned out.