Summary: Everyone knew that Pidove sang, but it was only a shame that their beautiful songs went unheard by the masses.
Author's Note: If I'm being honest, I'm posting this more so to document my slow return to writing. In my persistent need to make more long and complex stories and being unsatisfied because they weren't such, I've forgotten how powerful short stories can be. This might not be the best thing I've ever written, but I'm hoping that taking a break from trying to write novel length stories and focusing on short one-shots I will just enjoy writing again.
|The Beautiful Song|
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There had been a time in Bella's life when she wanted to be a pokémon trainer. She would become a champion; like her father and grandmother before her. Her family would praise her name, and she would go into the Hall of Fame as a prodigy.
"I want to be the very best!" Her pokémon had even affirmed. The tenacious personality of the Budew had been stunning when compared to their general shy disposition.
But her parents had begun to grow concerned. She talked with pokémon, and their incoherent garbles responded in key. She made the mistake of telling them all of the things their pokémon could say.
How her father's proud Samurott told her of the "golden age" of his adventure. How her mother's shy Ninetales would tell the tale of a grandmother long forgotten, as a lone Vulpix who stayed with the family because of the love and devotion they had given her.
It frightened them.
One day, all of their pokémon had suddenly disappeared. Her father resigned from his position as Champion and her mother gave the kindly Ninetales to her sister. Samurott had been tossed aside in the PC, left to spend the rest of his days away from family while her poor Budew had been released against both of their wishes.
Her mother packed her bags while her father watched. His mouth curled into a terrible frown as their family was moved to the city.
"Pokémon do not speak, Bella," her father warned her, "and if I hear you speak to one ever again, I'll send you off!"
A warning she took to heart. Even several years later, a successful business women a part of a law firm, she shied away from talking to pokémon.
But living in Castelia City meant being surrounded by Pidove, and the occasional Tranquill. Though she wouldn't talk to them in fear of being labeled crazy, she could still smile at the beautiful songs they would sing come spring.