I'll bet that you that my best friend is a hell of a lot more trouble than yours. First, Brendan gets me to help him with the meteorite and suddenly I'm being begged to face down a rampaging lava dinosaur-lizard.

He wouldn't calm down with all the energy of the Cave flowing through him, so I engaged him in battle and won. At a cost.

Most of my body was covered in severe burns that almost needed skin grafts. I was lucky they didn't. The suit Team Magma designed didn't fully protect me and parts got ripped open by Warrior's thick hid when I used him to take me across a pond of lava.

I came out of that cave barely conscious, but I came out of that cave. I saw the enormous smiles on each of their faces transform to masks of horror as I staggered from the entrance and onto the little grass plain they stood on. But groudon, now going by the name of Warrior, was calmed.

Brendan cried for me as he called his wailord forth and asked him to carry us to the Pokémon Center, but Archie and Maxie demanded to be with me for the entire trip. Steven never left my side either and they all helped get me to a hospital for both my team and myself.

I played with fire and I got burned. Literally.

Now I scream in my sleep and claw at my skin to get the burning spots of lava off my skin. Now I dream that I didn't leave that cave. Now Warrior's beautiful power haunts me.

After I healed, I left.
And now here I sit in one of Lilycove's Pokécenters, just trying to catch some sleep before my team and I set out for Littleroot to visit Mom and Dad, but I can't sleep at all.
And no, this time it's not the nightmares.
It's the several people sitting across the center talking in badly concealed whispers about me. I don't really care what they're saying, praise or raze, I just want it to stop.
I'm just a normal person.
I just raised my team with care and love.
I was patient and kind to each and every Pokémon that came into my care.
I was full of praise and encouragement.
I had an amazing rival/best friend.
I felt happy, sad, angry, frustrated, hateful, sorrowful, and loved.
So, why can't they see? I'm just a normal girl trying to catch some sleep before she goes to see her parents. Sure, I have some burns, but everybody has their own share of flaws. Why can't they leave mine be?

Months later, I'm glad to hear I'm becoming a thing of the past. All the different kinds of people that would speak to me are amazing, but sometimes it was absolutely suffocating.

I am already having a hard time letting Warrior know I am on his side and he doesn't have to destroy everything with his awesome lava plume, but my fear of what happened when he was out of control continues to block what I KNOW would be one of the strongest trainer-pokémon bonds I have ever seen.

So instead of settling somewhere, I drifted.
I let Ambrose decide where we should stay and how long.

I became a ghost, never telling anyone my name or letting my team get too much exposure. I let the people call me what they wanted. I let them do what they wanted.

See, my face is forgettable to all who weren't present at the sites of my great escapades, but my name…my name is known far and wide.

And so here I am, leaving my third town way down below.

Goodbye, Oakley.

Hello, new town.