It was a late afternoon at the Battle Frontier of the Sinnoh Region, and tens upon hundreds of Pokémon Trainers were coming in and out of the large gates to the wondrous place where many different types of Pokémon Battles were held. Trainers from every corner of the Sinnoh Region – and even from other regions such as Kanto and Johto – could be found at the Battle Frontier, mixing and mingling with each other, facing off against each other in fierce Pokémon Battles, and overall having the time of their lives. And while some trainers were running around and towards the various facilities of the Battle Frontier, and other trainers were stationary and showing their Pokémon off… there was one particular Pokémon Trainer who was just standing still in the middle of the massive crowd, just starting at everybody. The girl was very pale in the face, and had on a beautiful, airy pink and white dress, and her long beige hair drooped all the way down to her ankles, and was adorned by a pair of big white bows on either side of her head. And lastly where her eyes, which were very big, and were like two large pools of vibrant green… and yet, there was something off about the look in her eyes. It was something that was rather mysterious, and, oddly enough… disturbing. The girl continued to stand completely still in the middle of the giant crowd, eyeing every trainer and Pokémon who would pass her. And they would wish to see how she'd like it and eye her back, only to immediately avert their gaze, for apparently merely looking at the girl would be enough to frighten somebody somehow.

"Dude, what the heck is up with that girl over there?" a trainer asked his friend, who saw the girl staring at him. "She's stood in that exact same spot every day for the past four days. It's starting to creep me out."

"Heck if I know, man," the trainer's friend said. "Best not to worry about it. I mean, it's not like she's hurting anybody."

"Are you sure she isn't planning to, though?" the trainer said. "Because she's coming this way."

The two boys looked at the girl again, who was now walking towards them, not breaking eye contact at all. The trainer hesitatingly grabbed onto a Poké Ball fastened onto his belt. His friend swatted his hand away from it, and shook his head in disappointment at his companion. The girl appeared in front of the two boys, who were curious at first, but gave the beautiful maiden a little wave. The girl, however, didn't wave back, but pointed at the Poké Ball the trainer had hanging off the side of his hip. The trainer, understandably hesitant since he doesn't know the girl, or what her intentions are, reluctantly unfastened the Poké Ball and handed it to the girl. The young lady held it with both her hands, starting at it so intensely that it was as if she was trying to put the Pokémon inside it under a spell. The two boys were eyeing each other, wondering what she was aiming to do with the Poke Ball. But that's when the girl closed her eyes. And then suddenly the girl's long beige hair started to rise from the ground. The trainer was as startled as could be, and even his friend was beginning to feel a little afraid. The mysterious girl was beginning to float in midair, and a strange aura of energy was starting to surround her, when suddenly…

"Lady Caitlin!"

Upon hearing her name and title escape the lips of the suited man running towards her, the girl's eyes opened up, her hair stopped floating, and she landed back on the ground in a mere instant. And the man who managed to quite literally bring the girl back down to Earth gave the two baffled young boys a quick bow and gave the girl a little hug. He was a rather tall man compared to the girl, dressed in a sharp, black suit, and wore his hair short and slicked back, and a rather regal pair of spectacles, greatly contrasting the young girl's lighter, fluffier appearance. And yet, two boys found the tall, dark-suited man to be far more… approachable than the girl ever was.

"I am deeply sorry for whatever's transpired here," the dark-suited man said. "I hope Lady Caitlin wasn't troubling you young trainers too much, was she?"

"N-No, of course not," the trainer said. "We were just showing here… what a Poké Ball looks like. She seemed to like it very much."

"Yeah, she did," the trainer's friend said. "A little… too much."

The dark-suited man gave the young girl a curious look, which she replied to by turning up her nose and looking away from him. The man shook his head in shame, seized the girl's hand, and gave the two boys another bow.

"We'll be on our way now," the man said. "Enjoy the rest of your stay at the Battle Frontier."

And the man and the girl walked away, leaving the two boys completely confused.

"Dude," the trainer said.

"Yeah?" the trainer's friend asked.

"You saw her hair light up, right?"

"Uh-huh… And you saw her feet leave the ground, right?"

"Yep… Should we—"

"Dude, we live in a world where we're expected to leave the house at 10-years-old to go out in the wilderness to trap supernatural creatures inside freaking balls. Best not to question it, wouldn't you agree?"

The trainer looked at the man and the girl walking off into the distance. The girl glared back at him with her large, green eyes, startling him and causing him to fall to the floor, hitting his head on the pavement.

"Y-Yeah, maybe it's best if we didn't," the trainer said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Lady Caitlin, I understand how much you wish to mix and mingle with the trainers and their Pokémon," the man in the suit said as he breezed through the crowd, holding the young girl by the hand. "But you must remember that we still have a job to do here. Trainers are waiting to enter the Battle Castle and I cannot start without you."

Caitlin bit the arm of the man that was holding her hand in a tight yet still delicate manner. The man winced in pain, but the girl just started at him, not caring about the pain she just inflicted onto him.

"Darach," Caitlin said in a smooth, light-sounding, yet dead and monotonic voice. "All I do is sit in a chair."

"You know you do more than that, Lady Caitlin," Darach said, rubbing the sore on his arm caused by the bite the girl gave him.

"No, I don't," Caitlin retorted, and then looked up to the sky. "I'm a Pokémon Trainer who isn't even allowed to train Pokémon or battle other trainers."

"I'm more than certain you're aware of the reasoning behind such decision-making, Lady Caitlin."

"You mean the psychic powers I never asked for?"

"I've been with you for as long as I can remember, Lady Caitlin. I know how hard it's been for you, and I'm sorry that this had to happen. But you must understand that it's for the best."

Darach offered his lady his hand, but Caitlin swatted it away without a care. She gave him a cold stare, and even started to grit her teeth.

"I want to battle," Caitlin said sternly.

"You know I cannot let you do that," Darach said in a tone that was far more serious than he normally sounded.

"I don't care! What's the point of me even being here if all I'm going to do is sit in a chair and watch while everybody else – including you, my own butler – is having fun and enjoying themselves? I mean… Why? Why did you have to tell the others about my powers?"

"Lady Caitlin, I'm sorry, but the other Frontier Brains and even the Elite Four and Champion Cynthia themselves have agreed that this would be the best course of action. And if you battle, and they find out…"

Darach went down on his knees and held Caitlin's hands close to his chest.

"You'll be barred from ever setting foot in the Battle Frontier ever again," Darach said. "And I refuse to let such a thing happen to you. That is why I cannot let you battle, not because of what I fear you'll do, Lady Caitlin…"

Darach gave Caitlin's hand a kiss.

"Because without you, the Battle Castle is nothing."

But as soft and poetic as the butler's words were, they all fell on deaf ears as Caitlin scoffed yanked her hands out of Darach's grasp.

"Save the sugarcoating," Caitlin said. "The only thing stopping the Battle Castle… No – the only thing stopping this "Battle Frontier" from being nothing are these simpleton trainers. Everything else is just garbage you made up in your head to make yourself feel like you're special."

Darach looked at Caitlin in disdain as she walked past him. Darach grabbed the girl by the shoulder, but was met with not a glare or another bite… but some sort of electric shock! Darach quickly withdrew his gloved hand, the fingertips of them completely black and fried to a crisp. It was then the girl gave him a mean look, and Darach, being her butler for as long as he could remember, knew by the look in Caitlin's eyes that it would be better if he left her alone for a bit.

"You're pathetic, Darach," Caitlin said, scoffing and turning her head back. "You're just like the rest of the valets before you: Weak, spineless fools who're afraid of even their own shadows."

And the young girl wandered off again, only to be swallowed up by the large crowd of people, leaving Darach to hang his head in shame and drudge himself back to the Battle Castle to begin his day of Pokémon battling. I understand how much she wants to battle, Darach thought to himself. But we all know what will happen if we let her. And to be disowned like that… Usually Darach would be a stern and watchful yet happy man who'd do anything for the Battle Frontier, the Battle Castle, and especially Lady Caitlin. But now, the butler was feeling like any long-time butler would be: tired, frustrated, and stuck with the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. He found himself a small stool positioned under a large yellow parasol, to give whomever sat in it shade. Darach had himself a seat, and proceeded to collect his thoughts on the current matter. If I let Lady Caitlin battle, I'll defy the wishes of not only my fellow Frontier Brains, but the entire Pokémon League,Darach thought to himself. And her powers will put everybody in danger. The butler buried his head in his hands. But I do agree with her, though… She didn't ask to be brought into this world with such ferocious power.

The butler got up from the stool and continued on his way to the Battle Castle, his mind still on the last words his lady said to him:

You're pathetic, Darach. You're just like the rest of the valets before you: Weak, spineless fools who're afraid of even their own shadows.