The placid blue horizon was illuminated by the gaseous star which burnt the day with a warming wave of summer, the swift summer's breeze aided by this warmth in its waltz across the bustling city of Nimbasa, Unova. The busy city was alive with the sounds of people calling, Pokémon howling and the laughs of children as they ran to the opening amusement park which the city had been built around; the tremendous amount of laughter and waves of joy which permeated through every Pokémon and trainer who occupied the main street of the park. The aroma of the sweet sugared candies and the sharp smells of the fried treats which wafted within the breeze and maneuvered like bait in a sea, drawing its prey ever so closer to the stands for their warm and delicious textures. The games which kept the occupants busy were as different as the people who ran them, each having a large pleasant smile upon their lips as they smiled and talked to the players, telling them of the prizes, the strategies and the chances of winning, none of which enticed the player more than the glory to beat the unbeatable. It was this hospitality which the city had never lost, would never lose, and was famous for its power alongside its service.
Alongside the pleasures of joy came the adrenaline of the Gear Station which occupied the center of Nimbasa City. The large building, having the most economic impact on the city, was large, occupying nearly eight blocks of street, as it helped to sharpen the blade of skills trainers came in with, giving hope to some and showing defeat to most. It was here that challenges were taken, while confidence was broken and stubbornness was cracked on the metal line which roared through the underground at fast paced marches, pushing you to your best and shattering your strengths and weaknesses. It was here trainers learned what was wrong with their methods, learned how to correct it and learned to grow from the scrapes and scars of the past failures to breed a new success. For those who found this success easier than others, it was the final car, the one who held within its walls the master of the line, the Subway Boss. Their harsh and merciless battling tactics which broke you down to your last knee, only to knock you down even farther as they once again reclaimed the success which you worked for in one false sweep. The Subway Masters, the strongest of the region, the one who held their forts with nearly any exerted force, were targeted by all, and challenged by few.
This honor, this glory was far from her grasps, or rather her arrogant mind of living. She was only seven and barely that, her shorter frame giving the look of a younger innocence. The stories had captivated her, engrossing her in a new goal in which to add to the others, letting her gain another step towards her newly developed ideas and choices. She was becoming a stronger girl, a more independent lady and a fierce child; though upon looking into her clear grayish blue orbs which were framed in her dark chocolate lace which seemed to curve around her dappled cheeks and frame her childish features, you would not clearly mark upon her face such dreams. Her hair was loose as it barely rolled down her shoulders, the slightly volumed waves rolling over her features and cradling her face and neck in an elegant loveliness which was cloaked behind her boyish demeanor. Dressed in a pair of torn denim shorts and a dark tank top, the girl was slightly out of place as she hesitantly made her way down the streets of Nimbasa, her only companion being the young Growlithe which easily kept pace with his trainer. The dog like Pokémon drew attention from passing trainers and pokefans alike, the strange other region dog having no appearance in such a region as Unova.
The two continued along, side by side, as they looked left and right, their eyes darting back and forth as they searched for her parents within the crowded mess. Within the strangeness of the rushing crowd, the two had gotten separated from her mother and aunt, who had continuously warned them to stay close, which they had clearly disobeyed. Now, lost in the rush of the breathing city, the over barring heat of the summer day began zapping the girl of her strength as it was transferred to her pet which gave a low howl as it nudged to girl to continue on. With a small giggle followed by a brisk lick from her companion, they pressed onward, having followed what information they overheard which gave clues to the whereabouts of her mother. The climate was different than that of the crisp winter like summers in Ecruteak City, Johto, and the place which the girl called home. It was strange to be so far away, yet it had only been a few hours that they had boarded the plane back home and landed in this new and mysterious region of Unova. The girl had been nearly dying of excitement of seeing the different Pokémon which roamed the caves and fields of this new and exotic region.
It was now that her mind was blank as she slowly maneuvered her way through the crowd, trying her best to avoid the many taller figures who pushed past her without so much as a word to excuse themselves. She groaned, her motivation for such an extraneous activity as walking in the heat of an unknown region, the weight of worry now slowing her down as it lay on her petite shoulders. Giving a huff, she pushed her way through the rush of people, her growlithe hot on her heels as she went. She did not excuse herself, only gave a muffled voice of 'move' and 'scootch' as a means to be noticed. Like rushing water opposing a boulder, or rather a pebble, she weaved through, not knowing where she was going to exit at, not really caring either. It was another small shove and a lady mumbling in displeasure, till the little Johto child was free from the streets of Nimbasa, a few moments after till her pet followed suit.
Giving a pride filled smile, the girl childishly placed her closed fists on her hips as she began her examination of her surroundings. It seemed the crowds of people were less intact, the dispersed groups scattered between each other as they walked along the stone streets. Looking up, as the young girl was custom to do, she gaped at the large building which occupied the other side of the street. It's towering architecture and design was staggering as she watched the few people who entered, most being trainers as she took note of. A smile crept across her pink lips, the curiosity bubbling in the pit of her stomach as her feet wanted to carry her towards the structure. She by far the most curious of any child, having never truly listened to the phrase 'curiosity kills the skitty', which always hindered her parents. Slipping between the bars of the fence, her Growlithe giving a warning bark as she went, the young girl smiled, waving her small hand as she dismissed her companion's fears. He only whined, bowing his head and flattening his ears, his dark hazel eyes burning with the sense of danger which he was designed to keep her from. She smiled, bending her knees as she raised a hand out towards her friend; the Pokémon hesitated, slowly slipping through the metal bars and making his way loyally to her side. Running her fingers through his warm thick fur, she praised him for coming and with a smile she arose back to her feet, proud she was not to venture alone. It was then that her backside began to shiver as some strangeness moistened her clothes and skin.
She didn't have time to look back at what had used water gun against her, as the force water first pushed against her, bracing her, and then ceased, causing her balance to be relieved and her footing slick. With a small yelp, the girl tumbled down, the steep slope which she had not anticipated helping her grow more and more speed as she slid down the newly glistened grass. She reached out with her hands, grasping at anything she could, her Growlithe barking wildly as it paced back and forth, having no idea how to best handle the situation. Her screams were slowly drowned out as the festival across the way continued to laugh with glee and joy. Looking over her shoulder in a quick glance, she gasped in horror as a small group of some strange Pokémon gathered, waiting for her arrival at the base of the river which had carved the steady slope she had fallen prey to. Clutching her faded blue hues, she felt the brimming tears begin to spill, her whole now numb with the fear of her death. She waited for the eventual tumble into the water, the chilling sensation she would receive upon entering the chilling tide. She felt her heart race in her chest and her lung inhale wildly as they absorbed as much air as they could. But it never came.
'Litwick, telekinesis! Go!'
