The crowded seats of the stadium bellowed out in cheers as family, friends and strangers cried out their approval. Feet stomped to a single rhythm, hands clapped alongside the stomping and eyes widened as the spray of flames shot through the air. The man in the booths panted as he recalls each second that passed in the fight into a microphone, speaking with the speed and skill that of an auctioneer or a talented rapper. The field, the stage of the show, was littered with charred grass and rock, sliced up dirt and large indentations from an unseen force, as the combatants raged on with their battle.

"What are you thinking?! He has a type advantage over you, switch out!" a young woman screams at the back of her pick to win, her lover, demanding him to use every trick they had thought off, every strategy they planned out together. She wasn't in the fight, less so than the actual trainer, but all the same she was just as involved. She's wearing the usual gear for any trainer; short's, an armband with a symbol of a PokeBall on the side, red all over with two arches on the top and bottom with a button like circle between them, easy to run in tennis shoes and an opened up silver jacket with a tub top snug under the zip up.

Without turning to face her, the tall figure continued to bark out commands to the real fighters on the field, coaching them and egging them on to just "hold on for a few more seconds." One Creature falls, a tall green insect creature with blades for hands, then another this time a beast whose body seemed to be completely made of a physical flame. The woman smiles brightly and jumps with glee as her mind races. He's got it. He's actually going to win.

The final round ends suddenly, within the blink of an eye. The lover's beast, a large draconic figure with a fire tipped tail and double horned skull, spreads out its wings and roars in triumph over the knocked out foe. The crowd, having been on the lover's side the entire match, jumps and screams in jubilation, food, trinkets and clothing flying in the air in perfect sync. The woman joins the crowd, tears smudging her view of the man before her. After all this time, after all the promises and training, they'd finally made it to the top. The lover turns to face her, his long brown jacket flowing from the wind, his medium lengthen hair peeking out from under his rather tasteless fedora, and under that hat is a smile bright and brimming with just a hint of "I told you so" painted in.

She calls out to him, unable to even hear her own voice as it's compressed with the rest of the audiences unified sound. It's rather hard to hear anything with so much excitement.

"Mom?" The voice echoes in her head louder than the crowd. In fact, the entire boom of the people has silenced, as if the mute button was pressed during the movie.

"Mommy?" The lover slowly fades into darkness, along with the entire scene as Catherine is pulled into reality. She opens her eyes to see a dim lamp, flickering on and off next to her. Her body slumped across the living room chair, a rather unstable one at that. She is no longer such a young woman, and is wearing a night gown rather than her Trainer gear. She sits up straight in the chair, rubbing her eyes as they adjust to her surroundings. Her small boy, curly brown hair and bright white eyes, gently tugging on her hand, as he hold's the book she was just reading to him a moment ago, or at least I felt like a moment.

"Mommy get up, you shouldn't sleep on the chair like that." Catherin yawns and manages a smile as she picks up her little boy, wrapping him up in her arms and holding him up to shoulder length.

"Well young man you shouldn't be up this late anyway. But I appreciate your checking up on me." She kisses his forehead and runs her finger through his hair. Arceus he needs a haircut soon.

Zanas yawns and lays his head between his mother's shoulder and neck. "I fell asleep but you knocked me off your lap and woke me up."

She chuckled at this, patting her baby boy's back in apology. "Well let's both get to bed now. You have school tomorrow and it's a bit o a walk to get there."

Zanas poked his head from the woman's shoulder and looked at her lazily. "Can we stop along the way, like we usually do?"

"Yes sweetie, but only if we have time." Zanas nods slowly and places his head back on the woman's shoulder, whispering "I love you."

Catherine kisses his cheek whispering."I love you to." As she laid him into bed and tucked the covers over the young boy's shoulders, letting him hold onto the book as he slept.

Ever so quietly she left the room, inching the door shut until just a slit of light peaked through the wooden frame. She yawned, thought no sound escaped her mouth, and walked back to her own room stopping for a brief moment to try and remember. "…what a nightmare."