Prologue:
She always stares in the same view, same angle, and same vast ocean. She always looks unfocused and spaced out. If you throw a question at her, her answers would usually have no connection with the question. She always talks about the calmness of the sea, the stillness of the ocean and the mystery of life. Her strategy in life is to go with the flow, like water, but to become as hard as ice during battle.
Lorelei of the Elite Four Indigo League was mentored by Pryce, the gym leader whose emotions have been frozen as dry ice. She inherited his passiveness, although she balances her interest between her skills and her Pokémon. She spends most of her time alone, meditating, reflecting, about the hidden strength and the bond that ties her with her Pokémon.
As she defends her position in the Elite Four, she gives out her best when battling challenging trainers. For once, she had not considered love, even though with her looks and skills, she can command an army of men to kneel before her. She always turns them down, in hope that she can pay more attention to Pokémon battles.
Agatha has a vision, and advices her to be careful in every thing that she does.
In the expanse of time, she meets this guy, only two years older than her, yet he speaks as if he had gone through the cycle of life for a hundred times already. He has skills like hers, and talks to her in the same way that she does. But in a way, the two of them live in different worlds. He has a warm smile, a smile that can make one feel comfortable, while she has her icy heart, which ironically contradicts her flaming red hair.
The question is:
Is the new guy's smile enough to melt her frozen heart? Or will she die first before any of these happen?
Chapter 1: The Vision
The Pokemon Indigo League was done with their day, a dozen trainers had tried to reach the top, but most of them cannot even pass through Lorelei. Only three of those trainers were lucky enough to defeat her, but then again, they were all wiped out by Bruno.
"They seem to have lost their fighting spirit then." said Agatha, as she was moving to and fro on her rocking chair, Gengar's Pokéball on her lap. "Don't you think so too?"
Bruno scoffed, closing the velvet curtains not taking a glance at the dark atmosphere, he hated nighttime. He hated the dark, the stars, the moon, and all things that were connected with the night. "They had; really, I sensed it, although they had not trained long enough. That's what I think."
"These past days, the number of challengers had become fewer." added Lance, easing down on a soft couch. He turned to the other member of the Elite Four on the corner, "What do you think, Lorelei?"
Bruno and Agatha turned their heads to the other side of the room near the bookshelves. Lorelei took her view away from the old thick book that she was reading and lifted her head a little to face them,
"They do not have confidence in standing up for themselves. They usually have their strengths at first, but lose all of them in the middle of the battle." she spoke, voice taunting. After that, she bowed her head again to meet the book, her fiery red hair falling down on her forehead.
"Very well then, it's not like we can do anything to make them stronger." mumbled Bruno, seating on the large couch where Lance sat on the other end of.
The others decided to leave the subject there; Agatha shrugged, and caressed the Pokéball on her lap with utmost care as she continued to rock back and forth. Lance showed no response and dug himself more on the custom made Elite Four chaise lounge. Lorelei flipped through the pages of the book, looking for an interesting trivia about Ice-type Pokémon since most of the facts that were written were already known by her. Bruno sighed about the silence.
They haven't been much busy these past few days—weeks. What they were looking for was a strong challenger. Bruno thought over the idea of having a trainer who would swipe all of them in their feet. He smirked, yeah, like that'll happen. In the Pokémon League, it's either a group of strong trainers will challenge them one by one and lose at Agatha or the champion, or a boring week with weak trainers and finally a strong one who will either defeat the champion or lose on the final second. Smirking again, Bruno dismissed the idea off his mind.
After a few minutes of silence among the four best trainers in Kanto, Agatha felt a cold breeze which made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. The old woman managed to stifle a gasp. The other three immediately turned their heads to the old hag. They all knew she had a vision again, although often times, she just jerk her head upwards.
"Lorelei," Agatha spoke up, her voice quivering. The young lady inquisitively raised an eyebrow in response. The old woman waved a warning finger at her, her voice was, if not, threatening,
"Be very, very careful. I saw a vision of death in your heart. You might lose yourself."
All of them almost gasped, eyebrows raised, even Lorelei herself. It was a rare chance that Agatha will stumble upon a death vision—the last time she saw visualization about death was four years ago, when Bruno's father died of heart attack. She warned her beforehand, Bruno made all precautions and advised all of his family members to take a week off work. None had thought that his father's weak heart will be the reason of his death.
"What?" Lance stood up, flaring. He faced Agatha with bitter resentment. Looking twice at Lorelei who's astoundingly in state of shock, he gritted his teeth, "You mean Lorelei's going to die?!"
Agatha gulped nervously. What would she say? Tell them that it was a joke? It was not. She saw only a glimpse of death but it was so clear in her mind—and so was Lorelei's image. She was crying, as Agatha saw her, hands on her face, her flaming red hair seemed to lose all its color, and a clear view of death inside her.
"Lance," Bruno urged for the younger man to calm down. Heeding Bruno's advice, Lance sat back on the couch grudgingly, his eyebrows now as pointed as pencil ends. Bruno clenched his fist, whenever Agatha has her premonitions, it always comes true.
…Always.
Lorelei took a sharp breath and closed the thick book with a thud. She nudged her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she put the book back in its place in the bookshelf. A vision of Agatha of death in her, is she going to die? She stood up from the office chair and headed to the spiral staircase towards their rooms inside the large building of the Pokémon League which also serves as their home.
Things racing on their minds, the rest of the Elite Four eyed the Ice Queen as she makes her way to the long stairs. What is the proper thing to do? Confine her in a safe room for the rest of her life? Close the entire Pokémon League for half a year or until Agatha receives another vision? They do not know. This isn't a matter that should be taken lightly.
"Lorelei," breathed Lance, just before Lorelei takes her first step on the stairs. She turned back to see all of their troubled faces, especially Agatha's. Lance stood up, and from across the room, he spoke cautiously,
"Take care."
Lorelei nodded slowly, sighing deeply. Turning her back again to continue her plight on the stairs, she felt numbness envelop her own being. She doesn't really believe in visions, but Agatha's visions were a different story. She should be careful—she could die anytime soon.
"Don't worry, I will." she whispered, finally climbing the stairs only to perish beneath the shadows.
She knew that everyone will die at a certain time, a certain place. She knew it all along; anyone can die at any minute.
What bothered her was if she can embrace death at this point of her life, the point where she was all alone.
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Author's notes:What do you think? Reviews please! I'll update as soon I finish the other chapters. What will Lorelei do to avoid the path of destiny?