Note: I do not own pokemon. This story is based on pokemon emerald version. I never read the pokemon mangas, so they have nothing to do with this. This is a story about what happens after you defeat the elite four. If you do not know what happens in the game, then you won't understand most of this. The first chapter might be a bit confusing. Sylvia is a made up character that replaces May..becauseIthinkMayshouldbewithDrewnotSteven. xD
Steven's thoughts:
To Sylvia…
I've decided to do a little soul-searching and train on the road. I don't plan to return home for some time. I have a favor to ask of you. I want you to take the pokeball on the desk. Inside it is a Beldum, my favorite pokemon. I'm counting on you. May our paths cross someday.
Steven Stone
How long ago did I write this letter? A few years…yet, I still remember each and every word. It was a very funny situation, really. The original letter read 'Dear Sylvia' and 'Love, Steven Stone.' I thought about it, however, and hastily erased those words and replaced them with 'To Sylvia' and a simple 'Steven Stone' at the end. Yes…I had feelings for her. I guess it was somehow like a crush, things that usually happen in middle school. Many would disapprove, there was a huge age difference.
And I still remember the battle as well.
"Overheat!" the girl shouted to her Torkoal.
"Metagross, dodge it!" I yelled.
The Metagross quickly stepped aside, but the powerful fire attack managed to hit one of its four legs. It landed on the ground with a loud thud, struggling to get back up. The Torkoal took a few steps closer, waiting for a command from its trainer.
"Alright, finish it off with flamethrower!" the girl said, pointing to the wounded Metagross.
"Torkoal!" her pokemon answered, then opened her mouth and spit out a line of fire.
It was a direct hit, and the Metagross fainted. I called my pokemon back in, and walked towards Sylvia. I put the pokeball in my pocket, then looked up at the young girl and smiled. She replied with a smile of her own as she returned her Torkoal, whispering a 'great job' to the pokemon.
"Wow, you've gotten strong," I started off the conversation with a comment.
"Thanks," she said. "I never knew you were this strong, though," she added.
I could not believe I had lost. Yes, I have lost battles before, but to Sylvia? She was seven years younger than I. She was fifteen, and had trained for only a year or so. Ever since I had met her in Granite Cave, I have watched her. Sylvia's skills increased rapidly over time, but to think that they would be at a higher level than mine? But, I was proud of her…
I was surprised she knew where to find me. The letter I had left gave Sylvia no clues to where I would be headed. She was smart enough to figure out that I had gone to Meteor Falls, in search of rare rocks, and for training as well. I was disappointed that she did not send out the Beldum I had left her. Perhaps she stored it in her PC?
After the battle, she left, and I did as well. I headed towards nothing in particular. I was off on my own adventure. Sylvia left on her own journey, probably the Battle Frontier. We said out goodbyes.
It has now beenfive years. And my feelings for her remain.
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"Hello?" Sylvia answered, her voice full of energy. She was sitting on the ground, not caring about the dirt that was constantly rubbing onto her clothes everytime she moved around. Her Torkoal sat next to her, apparently enjoyingherself. The two were in a forest that consisted of nothing but trees. The bits of scattered sunlight that shone through the numerous treetops reflected off of Sylvia's pokenav.
"Sylvia?"
It was a rather familiar voice to her, but she couldn't figure out who it was. She knew it was a guy, but who?She bit her lip for a few seconds, trying to remember who this voice belonged to. She came up with nothing, and gave up.
"Yeah," she said, still wondering who she was talking to. "And you are?" she asked casually, her voice with the slightest hint of curiosity.
There was a slight pause on the other line.
"Hello?" Sylvia said, tilting her head to the side.
"You don't remember my voice?" the guy asked accusingly.
"Um," she started, "no?" Her voice was a bit squeaky now, wondering if this was a prank call.
"I'm joking!" he said, apparently taking Sylvia's voice change as fear.
She didn't answer for a while, and stared at the pokenav with a look of confusion. Who was this? Sylvia turned to her Torkoal to see what the pokemon was doing, ignoring the "hello's?" from her pokenav. The turtle was asleep, a giant nose bubble increasing in size as she breathed in. With a sigh, Sylvia turned back to her pokenav.
"Is this a prank?" she asked abruptly. "Wait," she said, thinking. "Are you one of Brendan's friends?"
A few days ago Brendan and one of his buddies had played a prank on her, which involved water balloons. Sure, Sylvia and Brendan were not teenagers anymore, but they still acted like it. They were immature twenty year olds. Sylvia had 'water ballooned' the two back, maybe this was their way of revenge?
"No," the voice said. "This isn't a prank, and it definitely isn't Brendan, or one of his friends."
"Okay, I'm just going to hang up now," she mumbled, getting sick of the game.
"No, wait!" the voice pleaded. "It's Steven!"
"Steven?"
"Yes," he said happily. "Remember now? I haven't contacted you, or anyone else for that matter, in five years. But you haven't forgotten me. Have you?"
"Who's Steven?"
