Summary: Kristopher's childhood, how she became inspired to be a pokemon trainer and what she went through getting there. Just a short story, mainly for my friends and all the stuff we do. I hope you like it!! (The Italics at the beginnings are her mother's journal entries. So you don't get confused.)
Chapter 1: The Strange Child
It's a peaceful island, a great place to call home. It's always warm here, and the tropical storms are always refreshing. I only wish my husband and daughter could experience snow, it's quite a magical thing. But that's fine, because here there are no worries, no outside troubles, nothing. Just a quiet island we call home.
An older woman around the of 42 is tending to a garden next to a small house built out of wood. "Terry, could you bring me another basket? The tomatoes are growing up like weeds!"
A man of almost equal age, except 44 years old, comes out from the house with a woven basket and he hands it to his wife. "Oh wow, we got plenty tomatoes now, Andrea. I wonder if the neighbors down way would like any...?" His wife, gently smiles back.
"I'll be back!" the man cheers, as he grabs his canteen and begins the hike to the distant neighbors house.
The woman stands up and flexes her back as it cracked, "My, I must be getting too old for this..." she jokes with herself. She picks up the basket as umbreon jumps off the porch from it's nap and drags the basket of harvested food back onto the porch.
Suddenly, the woman stops in her tracks and looks around. "Do you hear that Blackie?" The umbreon smiles at her like she's crazy, but Andrea isn't laughing. "It sounds like...a baby. Crying...? That can't be...!" She takes off her apron, and beckons Umbreon to follow her as they wander into the neighboring woods that surrounds the property.
Wandering up and down the tree covered hills she stops and looks around, "There it is again. But it's closer!" This time, Umbreon can hear it and became edgy as it sniffs the air. They continue to rumage through the underbrush and foliage. Just as Andrea clears a thick branch, infront of her is bright light, that seemed to be looking at her. Standing in awe, the mysterious light vanishes into mid air as quickly as it appeared.
What was that? she wonders, only to be shot back into reality by a faint crying. She looks down and sees a small infant, wrapped in a blanket nestled between the roots of a tree. Umbreon stands back and watches as she picks up the infant and calls outloud, "Hello? Is anyone there? Hello?" The forest remains silent. "We can't just leave her here," the woman speaks to her pokemon. The umbreon nods in agreement. The two turn around and return back to the cottage with the alone infant.
A few hours later, dusk has fallen, and a tired man finally returns to his home. "I'm back Andr-..." he stops mid sentence to see his wife cuddling a sleeping infant next to a small cooking fire.
The Umbreon looks up at him from next to the chair and cocks its head. The wife looks sympathetically at him trying to reason, "Terrence, I can explain...this child was-"
But instead, he kneels down and places his hand gently on the infant's head, "I know. I heard it crying too."