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A salamence attacks two young children.
The dragon raises its great claws, casting a shadow that completely engulfs the quivering little girl. They descend upon her as she stands paralyzed with fear, tears in her eyes and a shriek stuck in her throat.
Time seems to slow.
The boy, lionhearted he is, runs towards her on short six-year-old legs. He has to move her out of the way.
...But his heart proves to be much too ambitious.
He trips.
A scream. And blood.
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A young girl is growing up.
She loves pretty dresses and learns to sew them, although she's a bit slow. Her mama teaches her patiently until she can hold her own, and eventually disappears.
She's interested in science but grows tired of learning to read the textbooks. She keeps forgetting which letters make which sound, and they're frustrating to piece together.
Her father lets her raise young pokemon instead. It's a lot more fun.
The pokemon run away from her sometimes, but papa tells her not to chase them. He asks her if she wants a pokemon of her own.
She says yes, of course, every trainer needs a pokemon. There's a lot to choose from, but she likes the vibrant colors of the starters best.
Mudkip flees and hides under a table, and treeko is completely nonchalant, meeting her gaze evenly, a bored look to his eye. Papa hits his head trying to catch mudkip, who escapes out the door.
She chooses torchic - or perhaps, torchic chooses her. The small fire-type totters over to her, chirping and tugging the frayed ends of her dress.
Torchic is the first to accept her as she is. The torchic isn't torchic now, but Chamo.
She spoils her one pokemon, her only friend, with bows and small dresses that look funny. Chamo doesn't seem to mind - mind anything, for that matter. The torchic never returns to her pokeball, because neither of them want her to leave. She's a tad clingy.
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But as she looks out the window, Chamo in her lap, her heart is filled with longing. She's torn. She's afraid to go outside, yet...
She really does want to leave home, and become a trainer. No, not just a trainer. She's looking to become the champion eventually.
Or maybe a part-time coordinator. Full-time coordinator. Perhaps a contest judge in the end.
No, she's not actually completely sure what she wants to do out there.
But she's sure wants to go.
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Her papa is loving and protective and reluctant, but he lets her make her own choices. She adores him.
She meticulously pieces together an outfit. A trainer's outfit. It takes forever and her papa ends up helping her.
The end product looks like it was made for a tough, battle-ready trainer. Something she really shouldn't wear - like most other things - but her papa makes her try it on.
She's going to be a trainer, right? Coordinator, maybe?
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They're in front of the mirror and she's staring at herself a little nervously. She kind of wants to cry.
But Chamo's in her arms and nuzzling her neck and papa's warm hands are on her shoulders. He smiles encouragingly, and looks so, so proud of her.
She guesses that she should be a little more proud of herself, too. A trainer needs a little self-esteem to keep going.
She stares some more at the terrifying scar that had taken away the right side of her face, but manages to grin a disfigured grin anyway.
She can't remember how she got it.
But if she's still alive, she could take anything.
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