Sitting beside her parent's graves, the girl hugged the egg to her chest. The egg was practically unbreakable, only a few materials could break them, all only accessible by other Pokémon. It was the only object that made her feel as if she was strong. The brown and tan egg had been around for seemingly years, but in reality, only two weeks.
Her parents couldn't hurt her anymore, never again. She would become strong, strong and protect others.
She knew that realistically she had her whole life in front of her, but she couldn't help but be caught in the moment. She was left as a ward to the state, no other family around to claim her, Everest was officially an orphan. In Kalos however, orphans had the same opportunity as other children to go on a Pokémon adventure, and not have to be left in the total watch of one , got an monthly check that would normally go to a foster family for their own. Then had to check in with a supervisor once a month to ensure they were behaving responsibly, but other than they, they were practicelly free to whatever they pleased, lest they let themselves stand out.
So, here Everest sat, a backpack thrown over her shoulders. Inside was crammed with whatever she thought she may need, which included two changes of clothes and two empty pokéballs. She had even bought herself a pokédex, it was black and red with a fancy light up screen. Attached to the back was a sleeping bag - she didn't want to sleep in a pokécenter if she didn't have to. So, hopefully soon, she could find a low leveled pokémon to catch, and they could train together. Otherwise, she was a sitting Ducklett here with only an egg.
Leaving everything the brown haired girl knew, she took off down the dirt path, through the towering trees.
Hey guys! I've decided to try a different outlook on the Pokémon world, it will be quite a bit darker than the one in the anime and games, but I think a little more realistic. This is my first story on here, so I will definitely appreciate feedback and how to improve on my story.