The sun shone brightly, illuminating the dark, murky forests of Kalos. A multitude of Fletchling chirped, their voice filling the area like a soothing music. The sound of a flowing stream burbled through the area gently.
A figure with a large shuriken attached on its back traversed through the lands in a swift, nimble way. Suddenly, he came to a halt upon reaching the entrance a cave. This was his hom-... no settlement. How times had changed since they left for their own path. Every day, he would travel through forests ensuring continuity of the peace, as a representative of Z.
He stopped near a rock, contemplating about the day of their farewell. He regretted his decision, but it had been too late. A first covered in white met the hard, rough surface of a rock.
CRACK!...It split instantly, the hard defense of the rock didn't have any chance against the overwhelming force.
The moment when they met for the first time, trained together, the glow of happiness in his eyes when he had evolved- he remembered it all. After all, you couldn't forget a thing that you had seen many times, be it in fantasy or nightmares.
He had lost all of that because of one decision. The sacrifices he had made for protecting Kalos...
He hated it, hated all of that for he couldn't stay selfless anymore.
He wanted to reunite with his trainer.