Disclaimer:I do not own anything in this story except for the Characters I have created myself and everything else goes to their respective owners
Cold. Alone. Out of options. She was living on the streets in small little Lavander town- a burial town for dead pokemon and inhabited by ghost that stalked the night like predators. She was accustom to these gaseous floating beings of death and misfortune but to others they we're an unwelcome surprise; this was the case of a man with a mission and where our story begins.
The creeks of Pokemon Tower were a familiar sound to this 16 year old. She had grown up in the tower many years as the daughter of the priest that looked over it; she was the next in line for the sacred spot for it was passed down through her family from father to son, son to daughter, daughter to daughter, daughter to son and so on and so forth. She never wanted the title and she thought she never would, it caused her to miss out on so many things growing up: friend's birthday parties, school dances, sleep overs, ect. all because she had to learn how to look after this stupid tower that she felt trapped in. She felt like Repunzle and had no one to let her hair down too. That is until one day they came. The people they have been warned about. The ones with the "R" on their chest. The thieves,murderers,and tricksters of the Kanto region. Team Rocket. The ones who stole from the worthy and gave to themselves to promote domination of the world. It was ironic that they, the bad guys, would be the ones to set her free from her prison.
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She was blond, Medium height, pale, a killer smile that everyone fell in love with. She was a walking angel, well most of the time, and she was currently in the tower's chapel preparing the room for yet another burial this week. The casket was in the center of the small, cold, creepy, sad room; wooden walls- the only spot in the tower where it wasn't painted an eerie purple- encased them giving them a feeling of warmth. A small tier of 3 circular white marble steps that surrounded the casket like a snow globe that had lost its top and everything in it. Between the walls and steps were small little pews that were cold and creaky but that didn't matter, it never does, everyone just ends up on the floor crying for their loss but who wouldn't they lost their friend and that's a hard feeling to deal with.
"Lillian!" yelled her father
"MY NAME IS LILLY What do you want now?" she thought, but she ended up screaming "I'm up in the chapel"
While waiting for her father to climb the 20 flights of stairs to get to the top of the building she dusted herself off. First her black shirt and jacket, then her blue jeans, and finally her shoes. She modeled her look after Cynthia ,the Shinnoh Champion, her idol and inspiration. While waiting for her father she laid in one of the pews in the front listening to her ipod on full blast, after a few songs she got lost in the music and eventually started daydreaming about adventures she mourned to have: conquering the gyms and the elite four, catching her first pokemon, meeting her Idol, the possibilities were endless. After a while she realized she had almost listened to half an entire album and decided to check on her father who should of made it up to the stairs by now since he was very old, she loved her father because he was the only thing she had left but sometimes she wished he would hurry up, after checking the stair she thought he just must be talking to one of the trainers downstairs like how he always is where he takes forever. Deciding to do some work in the little sound proof room when they go to take care of the pokemon who are too sick or hurt to live on she enters behind the altar almost in line with the casket and door. The cold room was equipped with state of the ark technology for helping easing pokemon pain much like a pokemon center is equipped with. Grabbing the disinfectant spray and some towels Lilly starts working at cleaning every surface-from the top of the cabinets where the medicine is kept to the bottom of the floor until she polishes every spot. This takes about 20 minutes which should've be more than enough for her father to make it up the stairs. Throwing open the door she sees something she wish she never would of seen a villain more specifically -a rocket desecrating the casket. Hearing a gasp emit from a spot a few feet away from her, she turns to run back into the room and to lock the door but then she feels a thud on the back of her head and everything goes black.