To my regular readers: HI! –glomps- Finally, yes, here is the fourth Tamer ficanoid. Oi, this one's gonna be freaky. Y'all wait and see.
I'll try and update this regularly, like I did weekly with Lindsey, but I don't know if that's going to happen here. I've been loaded down with tons of homework and whatnot, and it's really taking a toll on me. So we'll see. :P
Haha, wow, this is the longest prologue I've ever done...freaky. Hmm, well, kick back, relax, and enjoy it! Here, finally, is...
Kalista: Forgotten Tamer
Prologue
Silence echoed on the crystal walls of the Dragon Den. That is, until several Dratinis and Dragonairs shot up from the large pool in the room, splashing glittering water in every direction. Some the Dragonairs proceeded to fly around the room, while the Dratinis slipped and slid around on the watery floor.
Hidden behind these Dragon Pokemon was a woman—the only thing that separated her from the Dragons themselves was her long, waist-length brown/black hair; otherwise, she was as close to looking like a Dragon as they come.
She rose to the surface, spilling that long hair behind her like dark waterfall. She gracefully swam the to edge of the pool and folded her thin arms on the side, resting her chin on them. Her eye caught the worn hospital bracelet around her wrist.
"They're thirteen today," she whispered to a Dratini that had come up beside her. Though she wouldn't admit, Mystical was her favorite of all the Dragons that resided in the Den. She always seemed to know when her Tamer needed her...especially today.
"Dra?" Mystical asked, cocking her head.
"Thirteen years...Mystical, how much longer am I going to hide down here?" the Tamer said, her turquoise eyes filling with tears. "At this rate, I'm never going to get to see them. Though it's probably just as well...it would be worth it to keep them from a fate like this."
She didn't wait for a reply from the Dratini and instead let go of the edge of the pool and sank to the bottom. She wished she could just sit there and drown, but that was impossible for a Tamer who had been blessed with the power to breathe underwater. After a minute, she heard cries from Mystical. Rolling her eyes, she once again surfaced and found herself face-to-face with an Espeon.
"Kitsune," she sighed, staring at the envelope in the Psychic Pokemon's mouth. "God, when is Steve going to take the hint?" she grumbled, taking the paper. Kit then proceeded to chase around some of the Dratini, enjoying a game he never seemed to get tired of. The Tamer smiled slightly at the scene, and gently opened the envelope, reading the letter enclosed and rolling her eyes every few sentences:
Lindsey,
How are you down there, being a recluse? Quit rolling your eyes at me. I know I say this in practically every note I write to you, but you've got to come out of there. Destiny or not, you're going crazy being cooped up! C'mon, I know you better than anyone, but even anyone would say it isn't right for someone like you to just stay down there and mope about what happened so many years ago.
Anyway, enough of that. Ivy and I are doing good, well, as good as we can be without you up here. Ivy received some sort of award for discovering those new Pokemon attacks or something. I wouldn't know; I was asleep half of the time during the ceremony. Yeah, yeah, I know, but it was just so boring. How she can endure hours and hours of long speeches is beyond me—then again, they were about her, so that's probably how.
Okay, and now for the hard part of this...I've been searching every spare moment I can get, and I still can't find them. Are you sure you told that agency they could contact you anytime? I mean, they're what—practically teenagers by now, right? Wouldn't they be a little curious about their mother?
Well, either way, no matter where or which way I search, I can't seem to locate them. Which is pretty weird, considering...well, you know. They're definitely not in Johto, that's for sure...which means the search will have to go on to Kanto and Hoenn. I really don't know why I'm breaking my back looking for them for you when they could just contact you on their own when they're ready—and you decided to let them go and become a recluse. But you know, that's what friends do, Lindsey. They're there for each other; they just don't up and decide to leave one day because they can't handle the fact that they don't think they can beat destiny. Geez, what happened to you? Is that Den really such a saint? In every letter you actually reply back to, you seem so depressed and worn—don't you want to get away from that? When's the last time you actually saw a Pokemon other than Kit and the Dragons? And have you realized since you've been down there that a Tamer is now pointless, considering the full Hunter clan has basically died out?
I'll quit preaching you now, but just to let you know, I haven't stopped thinking about you for a second since you left. I know you said it's impossible for us to ever be together like that, but you've just got to believe you can defy fate...not just in that way, but in others too. I'm sick of not being able to see you every day and talk to you like a normal person. Until then, though, I'll keep looking for them. For you, Lindsey...only for you.
Love, Steve
Lindsey crumbled the note into a ball and threw it in some random direction, narrowly missing one of the Dragonairs. Steve had no idea what he was talking about. Like she cared what he thought. Like she cared at all. All she really wanted to know was whether or not he had found them—and in every letter came disappointment.
Ten years he had been searching, ever since Lindsey had secluded herself to the Den. Her parents didn't care whatsoever, which was very strange of them; what wasn't weird was their undying devotion to caring for their Rapidashes. It sometimes seemed that they cared for the Fire Pokemon more than their own daughter.
Not Lindsey. If she could choose between the Den and her children, in an instant she would choose her children.
'But didn't you do exactly the opposite of that thirteen years ago?' a bitter voice in her head said, and she knew it was true. Instead of staying with them, raising them, caring for them like any other mother would, she had let them go and wallowed in her misery in the Den practically ever since.
She thought about them every single day. She wondered what kind of people they were, if they were more like her than their father, or vice versa. Her children, her twins...
What she really thought of most of all, though, was how their father might affect the very outcome of their lives. He was a Hunter...sworn lifetime enemy of the Tamers, the very people that even caused the need for a Tamer in the first place. And she...Lindsey herself was the Chosen Tamer, the very once they had been looking for. She was a beauty, the perfection that the Dragons of the Den could only dream of.
Though it was forbidden, the Tamer and Hunter had fallen in love—it was love that could never be broken, for a Tamer is bound to her heart's first desire. When Lindsey learned what her true legacy was, though, it was found to be a love that should have never happened in the first place. The Hunter, Darrell Hunter, was killed by the very hands of the woman that had unknowingly pledge her heart—and herself—to him.
Later, she had given birth to what she would assume would be a single baby girl; as that's what all Tamer women had had for generations, to guarantee a new Tamer would be brought forth. Instead, she was surprised with twins—a boy and a girl.
Never before had there been a boy born since the Tamer Legacy had ensued. Lindsey often wondered if it was because she had given herself to a Hunter that this had happened—and not only were they twins, but they each had two different colored eyes: the left one brown, and the right one blue. Each one of the same colors as their parents' eyes.
The eyes were what really convinced Lindsey to let them go. It was as if...well, as if it was true: a Hunter and Tamer could never truly belong together...and even though she had tried, her twins were the result of a love that was never supposed to be. She had no idea what the Dragon Laws, the Tamer's Prophecy, or even the Den itself had planned for such forbidden children...so she had decided to spare them.
Lindsey suddenly got up out of the pool, her dress swirling around her body, and walked into the only room that the Dragons never entered; her private living space. She sat on her bed, ripped a piece of paper off of a notepad, and chewed the end of a pen she had found.
She had to find them. She was going absolutely insane not knowing where fate might take them, constantly wondering if she had done the right thing. Or was it all some horrible mistake?
Taking a deep breath, Lindsey began to write a letter—having no idea the trouble and pain it was going to end up costing her and her children themselves:
Hey Steve...
-o-
Yes, I cut it off there. Why? Because I can. :P Like I said in the above A/N, I'm not sure when the next update will be...so keep checking back!
And thank you to everyone who reviewed the epilogue of Lindsey!!! You guys kick ass! Now everyone review this, or no pie for you! :P