Prologue
My name is Ely Yvanna. At first glance, I'm a quiet girl who doesn't like to talk much. It's because I don't see a reason to mingle with people I don't understand. Once you get to know me though, I can be a reliable friend. Sadly, there are few people in this world that approach the quiet ones. I do have a trusted friend though; a Mienshao named Milo. I've known him for a couple of years. You could say I rescued him from a few ruffians. He fought well, but he was outnumbered, so it was my personal duty to help him escape. Ever since, we've been best friends. He's just as quiet as I am, so it works out really well for the two of us.
During the two years we've known each other, we taught each other many things. Milo showed me some of his combat techniques, while I taught him how to target an area, and how to attack. Together, we made a fearsome team. One would think we had experience with trainers, but in all honesty, neither of us have any. We look out for ourselves and only fight when we must.
One day, I started teaching both myself and Milo how to hide ourselves. I got the idea from a video game that my brother plays. From what I observed in the game, you're supposed to hide from and avoid your enemies, rather than fight them, using the shadows to do just that. In the ideal situation, no one knows of your presence. Even though it's just a computer game, the concept proved to be very effective when done right. Little did we know that we would need those skills to survive what would be the most dangerous, yet enlightening adventure of our lives.
Usually when some guy gets into a dangerous situation, the first things he brings out as a defense are his Pokemon. That's all very well and good until the same guy runs into a problem like ours. Everyone hears sooner or later about this "marvelous" trainer who has a unique Pikachu, along with his team of friends and Pokemon. I don't think he or his group would last very long in an abandoned city full of undead. For one reason or another, Pokemon don't seem to be very effective against the undead, the biggest reason being they're already dead.
The way we pulled through that ordeal was not through the most powerful move ever, but by using what we knew, what we had, and preparing for anything that could happen. We were always there for each other. For protection, for advice, for comfort, even for love. We found a peaceful place to sleep at one point, safe from the dangers of the city. I'll never forget the first time I slept with him. The soft whirring and churning of the machinery outside was as soothing as the feel of Milo's fur and the warmth of his body. He held me close to him; he needed me just as much as I needed him to get through the horrors of the old city. Deep down, we were both scared, but as long as we had each other, it didn't seem that bad. It takes a lot for a Mienshao to show fear. As brave as we were, there were times where we thought we wouldn't make it.
There was one point where the situation had dragged on for so long that poor Milo was suffering from it. The tears I saw running down his face showed pain only love could heal. Love is a strange thing. It's the reason we both exist, and it's also the reason we're alive today. It drives us to do things we wouldn't normally do. It was our lifeline during our darkest hour, and our reward when we made it through.
The day it began was just like any other day. We were unprepared for what we were about to go through that day. Despite how dangerous it would be, it later proved to be a great learning experience. Wisdom doesn't come with age; it comes with experience.