Vol Brisées

Prologue

A little girl watched in awe as the girl on the TV screen danced, her Braixen, Sylveon, and Pancham performing alongside her. They moved in complete harmony, radiating pure energy as they happily moved to the beat. Attacks clashed in beautiful displays and a fiery flower burst into embers as she cried, "Finish!"

The girl cried happily alongside the masses in the theatre, separated by miles and a Holocaster. She was secretly staying up past her bedtime, for her parents had forced her into training again and refused any means of real entertainment. Mismatched eyes of roses and the sea watched wide-eyed as the current Kalos Queen, Aria, danced elegantly with her Delphox, Vivillion, and Aromatisse. As great as she was, the little girl couldn't help but think the previous performer had done a much better job.

"Alita!" The girl flinched and looked at the tall, stern woman standing in the doorway. "What have I told you about watching those foolish programs on the Holocaster!" The rosette marched up to the little child, snatching the item and face curling in disgust as the people voted for whom would become the reigning Kalos Queen.

"Such garbage is useless to you. Never shall a Bellerose become mere entertainers." Her mother sneered. She threw the Holocaster down, the precious treasure smashing against the ground, silvery fragments cracking and fkying across the floor. "You will, and always will be, destined to become a strong Trainer. Never forget that." With a cold glare, the woman stiffly walked out of the room as though she didn't care what she done.

The little girl sobbed now that her mother was gone, picking up the pieces of her precious treasure. Never would she ever learn who would become the Kalos Queen. Never could she escape the reality of her life.

And that little girl cried. She cried and cried for a dream overshadowed by the destiny placed for her. And never would she ever escape it.

~ 10 years later ~

She took a deep breath in, shuddering as the cold wind of the top of Prism Tower bit into her small form. Her hair waved in the wind like a solemn flag, waving curls of pale rose. Sad mismatched eyes watched as the sun rose over the horizon, lighting up towering buildings in beautiful gold. The soft rose sky just shades brighter than her hair lit the wakening sky cheerily.

The girl sighed sadly, her rose red and sea green eyes seemingly dull in the light of the sunrise. "It's the same every day." She whispered quietly. "Nothing but the same old sunrise. Nothing new, no signs of hope and a better tomorrow." She clenched the railing tightly.

"It could all end if I just jumped…."

She let go of the railing, watching as the city itself awoke. Her frame shrunk down and she pulled her already zipped-up hoodie closer to her body. "But that's the coward's way out. I'm stuck with this. And there's no going back." She quietly walked back to the door that would lead the way down. As she opened the door, Clemont was waiting, the elder's glasses catching the light and highlighting his sad eyes.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do anything else." The elder apologized. "Your parents have too much influence across the regions. I'm merely a Gym Leader…" She pulled a fake smile, placing her hand on his shoulder, though she had to reach up.

"It's okay. You've already helped me a bunch as it is with Professor Sycamore and letting me visit in the morning." She said gently. The teenager weakly added jokingly, "Especially with the visits, who knows what my parents would do."

Clemont scowled at the weak joke and clenched his fists. The girl merely sighed softly and hugged him. He returned the embrace, holding the tiny girl close. "You're like family. You've been there since Bonnie went on her journey, and always have. It feels so strange you'll be gone tomorrow."

"And I'll be back in a few months to take the Volt Badge." The younger added, faking a smile. Clemont nodded firmly. "Luxray, me, and the other Pokemon will be here waiting for you." The girl nodded, stepping off the elevator into the city plaza.

"Oh, and Alita?" The rosette turned back to her long-time friend, eyes sad. "You'll always find a way, even when you can't see it." She nodded, and walked off.

For a moment, Clemont swore her hair looked like the wings of a Talonflame, spread and ready to ignite with power as she walked home, ready to face the journey of a Trainer ahead.

Ahh, so you've decided to come and read this little story, eh? Not exactly the best, with very few updates at most, but hopefully this'll be a project I complete.

For those who are curious, the title means "Shattered Flight". Thought it would be fitting for this story. This is basically your average Pokemon journey story, but with a twist. The main character actually dreams of being a performer! But, due to circumstances, she might possibly never live that reality. Cliché, kind of, but I swear, I'm going to try and make it different than normal. Little Alita Bellerose is one small bud I plan on springing into a beautiful and tragic flower.

Props to "Lola: An Underdog Story" for being a major inspiration of "Vol Brisées"! Hopefully I can live up to the glory of its plot!

Also, if you want to send in an OC for the story, they might not make big appearances, but I'd really appreciate it! Form on profile, only accepting by PM! Too damn lazy to try and make my own…

Now, peace out!

~ Oly In Flight