A/N: Reposted and edited. I felt this had to start over due to the fact I was in a silly high on Starbucks caffeine at two in the morning when I had written the first chapter (a rough draft, which experienced, talented readers torched so gratefully). After a long trail of writer's block, I decided to edit this as I should have before I repost this for those who had read so this is for you all, whose advice has been read and taken graciously.

Before any new readers read (and to answer some old questions), I'm going more in-depth with a girl's story at the Pokemon Tech Academy. In other words, I am making up stuff that isn't there or what I felt may be common sense to fill in the blanks that the anime and manga of Pokemon do not clearly state. If you're expecting a tale of a girl's conquest to be Pokemon champion (which is not what this story is about anyway), find romance, and/or a in-depth look at the Pokemon world, then you're not in the right place.

Hopefully any of you can stick around long enough to understand what I mean when this story gets there.

FOREST

The vast wilderness winded into an entangled mess. It stretched into the further, creamy mountains that blended into a stream of mist. Trees gripped the land like an enchanting prison cell. It felt almost like a giant's lawn. The skies were decorated a gorgeous blue to draw the complete grace of nature.

It was a quiet land where creatures hid in the vast. Several flocks of birds flew over the fertile land. The songs they whistled gave the silent earth another new theme. Deeper into the wilderness, animals flocked in groups, but never in the sight of people, for it may ruin nature's secrets.

The alien form, a human, had wandered aimlessly for two weeks. Fair skin was darkened by the sun's warm glow but she searched for a shield. In unsurprising disbelief, her thumb repetitively punched the redial button over and over. Three simple words flashed angrily upon the screen of her index: Out of Range. To reinstall lost motivation, the angry red index was shoved into the imitative schoolbag. She closed her eyes and pointed to a random, general direction in hopes that nature would show her the way.

Hours had drifted by as time became a relentless enemy. She felt her dirty hair become rough and sticky. The mix of gold and brown strands of hair took a deep transformation from modern culture to the era of the caveman. Her bloodshot eyes once a glistening hazel-gray fell into a sleep-deprived state of mind. She retrieved her index again. It reminded her of who she was.

"Iruel Engla. Trainer License Number, 5FFF-0106-A30. Admission obtained under Cinnabar License Federation." She tapped the same button to send a message for help to only have the words, 'out of range', flash on her screen again. "Record is void of all classes of offense. Complete record carries four gym badges of promotion. Boulder Badge. Rainbow Badge. Soul Badge. Cascade Badge. Not qualified to participate in Kanto, Johto, and International Leagues."

Iruel retrieved her canteen of water to find it nearly empty. She rewarded herself the last two gulps before the sack was dry. Upon an empty path, she drowned in boredom. Iruel's long dwelling with nature had not provided useful insight to her amusement on how to improve her techniques.

She was trained to measure distance, accuracy, and flexibility when she was younger. Those strengths explained her weaknesses in her failed attempts to claim badges from Saffron and Verulean whose psychic and grass techniques did not follow the rules of depth perception. Then again, she was the odd child born to an exciting, eccentric family of fire researchers. Her parents decided that their one and only child should be different and outstanding. Iruel would excel on the field of sight determination on measuring distance and depth perception...even when her parents knew boys had the advantage. Her parents recorded every 'first' of Iruel's life into a five-hundred page, hardcover record book on a human-being's first. It even listed lines for "first marriage", "first child", and "first divorce".

One time, the head professor of the Cinnabar islands had awarded her a prized Vulpix. However, the prize had created many rivals.

Soon came the day that ambitious thirteen-year old children had received their trainer's license for legal ownership of pokemon. Like many others, they, too, swore their names will be etched into history's hall of fame. It was not a tearful farewell. In the midst of competition, there was no room for tearful farewells...or weaknesses.

About half of them, including Iruel, enrolled into the prestigious Pokemon Tech Academy. The requirements to attend were a minimum of five gym badges which needed to be collected in a time span of two years before the trainers can finally enter the school at the age of fifteen. If they could not fulfill the requirement by that deadline, they were not allowed. It was two courses of life they can take. The field experience or the preparation experience. Both had their pros and cons.

In her hometown, Flicker, amongst the new generation of trainers, the worst rival Iruel could recall was nicknamed 'the sexist of Flicker Town'. He had openly proclaimed that girls like Iruel should remain at home and be raised to be good housewives and not interfere with man's game with nature. Little did Jraine, the arrogant sexist, realize was that every girl swore deeply into their hearts that they will ensure Jraine should die as a virgin and alone.

It was evident that Jraine held the biggest dislike of Iruel, which she did not care too much. Iruel had nothing personal against Jraine but her personal views were in conflict.

It had been two years since all of those promises had been made. Iruel gazed toward the never-ending rows of countless trees. For a while, the only thought that settled on her mind was sleep, until it blossomed so vividly. Her conscience was taken away with a thud to the soft, tender earth soil.