I never knew the feeling of feeling real grass brush against my feet. I have never played a game of hopscotch or kickball with other children. My only friend, my older brother Gladion.
Our mother raised us from our home in Aether Paradise. My mother helped found it. She helped Pokemon, at least that's what I was told. Everything was artificial- the grass, the dirt, the trees. The Pokemon were happy, though, safe. That's what I was led to believe. Gladion was studying at a trainer school on Melemele Island, but I was not allowed to leave. Mother taught me "the necessities". I was taught to read and write. I was taught Pokemon, how to care for one, and how to dress them up to look beautiful, but I wasn't taught to battle.
Mother's only focus with me was to be beautiful. I was a doll to her, that would be dressed up and do little tricks for her sometimes. I learned that I was too dumb to make decisions for myself.
Dad was nice. I trusted him. He never agreed with Mother, and he was always there to save me. He wanted to send me to a school like Gladion, but Mother didn't approve. He never wanted me to be harmed. When Mother started her research on the Ultra Beasts, my father left.