(Heath p.o.v)

0*0

"And meowstic is unable to battle!" I sank to my knees. "Wow! That had to be the most amazing battle of the entire league!" The narrator exclaimed to the crowd. I got up and returned Socrates to his pokéball. I then walked to my opponent and shook hands with her. I smiled "Congrats!" I said.

0*1

On the train ride that would take me to Aqualore city I thought about how much training we put into getting to the Kalos league. Socrates was still blaming himself for what happened. I next shifted my thoughts to how I hadn't made a single friend on my journey apart from my pokémon, but then again I had been very solitary. I then made my decision. My pokémon, apart from Socrates, would stay here in Kalos, because I was moving to the Camas reigion . I broke the news to the pokémon and they all seemed to understand. I told them they would eventually have a new trainer. I watched the scenery flash by as I slid my headphones over my ears. I lost myself as the songs came and went.

(...on the boulevard of broken dreams...)

(...in a house, that's not a home!...)

(...uptown funk you up, uptown funk...)

(...oh don't you dare look back, just...)

(...don't wanna be a Kantonian idiot, one...)

(...I'll be ridin' shotgun underneath the hot sun...)

We rolled into aqualore station as my last song finished. I climbed out of the train and onto platform 8. "Okay braviary" I threw his pokéball. "Take us home!"

He nodded and readied his wings. "BRAVIAREE!" I climbed onto his back and he flew to Vaniville town. "Hey, skip." My dad greeted me as i got off braviary and returned him to his pokéball. I tiredly walked towards him, dragging my feet, and embraced him. "C'mon, bud. Bedtime." I nodded wearily. Three minutes later, I collapsed gratefully into my bed.

0*2

"LIT, LIT, LEOOOO!" I was woken this morning by litleo using fire fang on my face. It had been nearly three days since I had come home and boxes were piled everywhere. We were moving to Camas on Saturday. Today was Thursday. I had two days until we left and my stuff was only half packed. 'Knock knock.' Dad frowned "who could that be? I'm not expecting anyone?" I left my tea on the table, and walked to the door. I opened it and it was boy that lives in our village, called joey. "Hi, I heard that you participated in the pokémon league, and I was wondering if you would like to battle?" I smiled. "Sure!" I say. After all, Socrates needed a work out. It was a brisk walk to the battle field that was in the town square. "Okay! Prickle! Go!" A Quilladin appeared in front of him. I shouted across to him. "Do you want me to go easy on you?" He responded with a vigorous shake of his head and saying "No, give me all you've got!" I nodded and looked at meowstic's pokéball. "Socrates! It's time for your second eyes to shine again!" I threw the ball my missing mother gifted to me years ago. "GO!" As the meowstic turned from red energy to solid, he performed a triple flip through the air, and landed gracefully on his feet. "Okay buddy, trick room!" The world seemed to divide into cubes that placed themselves all around us as Socrates unfolded it's ears.

0*3*1

"Prickle, pin missile!" The soft barbs on Quilladin's head became as sharp as knives as he launched them at Socrates. "Kay, use psychic on the missiles to turn them around!" Socrates did, and the opposer's move was sent speeding back to him. "Prickle! Dodge that!" Quilladin hesitated, and was thrown back against the psychically created wall behind him. He bounced. "Socrates, run to him and use sucker punch!" Socrates followed my orders and dealt a massive blow. Prickle's eyes widened as he was hit in the stomach. He fell back and fainted. "Woah, you sure are good!" Joey sighed. "Welp, thanks! Bye!" He turned around and ran off. "So, buddy, what did you make of that?" Socrates stretched and yawned. "Home time then?" He nodded