Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, duh
I only own the characters you don't recognize. Haha.
A/N: This story will eventually be as long as a book I'm guessing so as time goes by, bear with me. Also, there are occasional scenes of violence and towards the later chapters they start to get graphic (but when that happens the rating will most likely change)…some cursing, sexual themes, but…not for a while.
Enough chitter chatter. Story time now.
FLASHBACKTears ran from the sky. Rain fell down a child's face. She raised her hand to wipe it all away.
"Daddy, you can't!" she squeaked. "Don't we mean anything to you?"
Her father glared hurtfully at the youngest of his three children. "Mother and father have an obligation to put your lives in front of ours. Your lives are more valuable to us than anything in the world," he stated tensely, trying to hold back despair.
"Your father is right," the mother said, "this is – for your own…" She cut off.
"Protection," the father finished, holding his trembling wife. "We have to stay strong, Altari, for the kids."
The three children stared anxiously. Waiting. Hoping. Why were their parents leaving them? What are they being protected from? These questions rang over and over again in the little girl's mind as though it were a broken record.
"Always cherish what you have and never deny who your are," the father kneeled down to the little girl, he kneeled down to me... "When you think you have nothing left, remember that there will always be something out there for you to take"
"You mean stealing?" I whispered comically.
My father's stare drifted away and for the first time that night, as he looked down, he smiled. He waited and then spoke "No, sweetheart-that's bad." He then raised his eyes back to mine and spoke firmly: "but opportunity-now that's good."
I wasn't quite sure what he meant at the moment. Then again, my daddy was a psychic, just like the rest of us but I couldn't see that far ahead in time yet. They knew something that I didn't. I know he was talking about the late future, when I was much older. But now… why do I feel as though my childhood will be my biggest tragedy?
I swooped up my Eevee into my arms and slid into the backseat of the car with my brother and sister. When the door shut I couldn't bear to look at my parents. I held my Eevee as close as I could and then, in my mind, "we love you, Aya" rang softly. My parents always liked using telepathy when they had something important to tell me.
Their words will always be an echo in my soul…
END FLASHBACK
"But this denoted a foregone conclusion: 'Tis a shrewd doubt though it be but a dream."
-From Shakespeare's Othello
