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Nyx felt sand tickling the bottom of her feet. Smiling she digs her toes deeper into the warm sand. Around her she heard the other kids laughing and screaming as they played. She was alone at the sandbox but she didn't mind.

Small hands push her hard from behind, sending her face-first into the sandbox. Curbing her impulse to cry she spits out the sand and looks up, squinting against the sun. Her eyes widen at the group behind her, the silver orbs filling with tears against her wishes.

"We don't want you here freak!" said a small boy standing ahead of the group. He had his chubby fists resting on his hips, his chest puffed out almost comically, "So leave!"

Nyx slowly gets to her feet, looking to where her shoes were before looking back at the boy in front of her, "But I don't want to. School is fun..." :Except for when this happens...:

Another girl spotted her shoes and with a cruel smile picks them up, "These are pretty, I think I'll take them!" Nyx steps forward, hand outstretched to take them back. The other girl flinches away and the boy who shoved her stepped forward. Reaching out her grabs Nyx's hair and yanks before pushing her back. Nyx fell back into the sand, gripping her head.

"Stop hurting Nyx!"

The scream had caused the small group to jump and look around to the brown-haired girl who was running towards them.

Nyx looked up and saw the image of her friend, blurred by tears, "Becca!"

"Yes? Did you say something, Nyx?"

Jumping Nyx tears herself from her memories, "No no, nothing. Just remembering...." She gives her longtime friend a wistful smile, one that Rebecca remembered herself.

"Stop thinking such bitter thoughts on such a happy day, Nyxie!" With a smile the brunette slapped her friend on the shoulder with good humor, her lips smiling widely.

Shaking her head vigorously Nyx smiles, "Becca, those times were more bittersweet than bitter." Slipping her arm across her friend's shoulders they walk from the house. The walkways between the house and the large outer buildings were covered, which spared them some of the turbulent winds. Looking around Nyx noticed the buildings were set up in a pentagon shape with the house at the front and covered walkways leading between.

"Are all your pokemon kept in the buildings?"

"No way, we'd never fit them all!" the brunette chuckling at her friend's naiveté, "No, most of the excess pokemon we have are kept in pastures or in their pokeballs. They all get a turn to run free before being placed back in storage. But for the pokemon the farm actually owns are all in pastures or in the buildings. The young and eggs are in the buildings while the adults are in the pastures." Rebecca points over beyond the complex to the plains beyond. "Out there are the pastures."

Nyx nods in understanding, it made sense, "You have pokemon eggs?"

Nodding, Rebecca pulls her jacket closer to herself, "Yes, my family breeds pokemon. You'll get your starter from us but if you want you can also buy an egg. Or two." Nyx chuckles softly.

"I wish I had your business sense."

"As much of a curse as a boon. Here we go." Walking to the large door she unlatches it and pulls it open, ushering Nyx inside. "Here we are. All these are owner less and acceptable as starters."

Nyx's heart stutters in her chest as she took in the stable. The rich scent of the hay bedding tickled her nose as she looks around. Large, room stalls lined the walls. Each stall was dedicated to one type of pokemon. Walking to one side she peers inside. Several young and fluffy Bidoofs were sleeping inside. Nyx looks up to her friend with a small smile, "Does ANYONE pick a Bidoof?"

Shaking her head she looks deeper into the building. Rebecca had a bet with her brother on which starter Nyx would choose. Looking back to the dark haired woman she smiles. "Not a bidoof then?"

Shaking her head Nyx moves on, peeking into each stall before passing on. Nothing yet was calling to her. There were pokemon she thought were cute and adorable. But she wanted something a little deeper for her first pokemon.

Glowing red eyes peer at Nyx from the rafters. They float down to just behind the two girls, peering between them and into the stall they were admiring.

Catching movement Rebecca turns and screams, causing Nyx to jump away, arms raised in defense.

"What's wrong-..." Nyx stops and looks at what she could only assume was a ghost pokemon. It had a deep teal body which faded to dark purple. It seemed to be a floating head, the tips of it's hair bright purple. It had deep red eyes which were peering at her curiously. "What's this?"

Growling softly the frightened brunette waves her hands in a shoo'ing motions, "It's a misdreavus. It's a ghost pokemon."

Nyx admires the pokemon before looking past it at her friend, the pokemon also turning to look as if mimicking, "Did you breed it?"

"Of course not! It just likes to hang around and scare the bejeebus out of me! Ghost pokes give me the willies..." she says softly while running her hands up and down her arms.

Nyx pulls out a pokeball and it enlarges in her hand, "Then I suppose you don't mind if I catch it, right?"

"What? You want this as your starter?" Throwing her hands up she sighs, realizing her brother had won the bet. :Of course Nyx would chose the weirdest one!: "No, she's all yours if she wants to go with you."

Silver eyes met red for a moment in silent communication. With a soft sound Misdreavus does a lap around Nyx's head before tapping it's forehead against the pokeball. The orb shook in her hand for a moment before a soft click was heard.

"Congratulations, you got your first pokemon, Nyx!" Rebecca cheers just seconds before a loud boom rocks the building. The girls both look around as the power flickers and dies, "Well damn."

Nyx reaches into her pack and pulls out a small flashlight. Shaking it back and forth to charge it up she sighs softly, "Do you have backup power?"

"Believe it or not we're getting some next week."

"Then I suggest you remind the storm it's a week early." Nyx replies with a small smile, flicking the flashlight on.

Looking outside the door the girls see the storm was gaining speed and power as it hit land and was beating mercilessly upon the farm. Wincing the brunette looks over to her and smiles lopsidedly, "You up for a dash in the storm?"

"Oh, why not?"


Squeezing water from her ink-dipped garnet locks she laughs softly, "The rain was completely horizontal."

"Rain? What rain? I'm pretty sure we swam from the barn to here." Laughing Rebecca walks into the kitchen, "The boys will probably be here soon. Most of them were working in the pastures today." Walking over to the fireplace the soggy brunette expertly started a modest fire before walking around, lighting candles.

Nyx perks a brow before remembering that Rebecca had a few older brothers. :7... I think?: Chuckling softly she drags her pack off the floor and stashes it so no one would trip over it. Plopping herself down on the couch she leans back and holds up Midreavus' pokeball. Pulling out her e-book she idly floats the pokeball in the air while looking up her new pokemon.

A Pokémon that startles people in the middle of the night. It gathers fear as its energy.

It delighted her that her first poke was a bit of a misfit. :Better than a bidoof, certainly.: She puts away her e-reader and looks at the pokeball that was hovering around her head. She grabs it from the air as she hears what sounded like an army stumbling in the front door. With a squeak, thump and a curse she corrects herself. :A sodden army.:

Rebecca's brothers were just as rambunctious and wild and disconcertingly polite as she remembered them. They seemed as happy as their sister to have her there. They guffawed when Nyx showed them which pokemon she had 'chosen'. They tousled her hair and let the ghost pokemon chase them around the house. The ghost poke may have a reputation for scaring people and tugging their hair but this one seemed harmlessly mischievous and playful.

She noticed once in awhile she'd feel a tingle or image flash at her from the ghost. An burst of happiness at causing one of the boys to "cower" (which they did in jest) or amusement. An image of moonless nights and slumbering baby pokemon. Nyx felt that she could use her modest power to communicate with her new friend if she ever needed to. :That's handy...:

She stops and smiles as red eyes turn in her direction. With a happy noise Misdreavus settled on the backrest of the couch. "Should I name her?"

Rebecca sits across from her, a candle in hand, "If you want, not everyone names their pokemon. But you have to admit 'Misdreavus' is a mouthful."

Nodding slowly she looks at the teal and purple poke, "How about Morgan?"

"Like Morgan le Fay?"

"Yes."

"It fits and it's easy to say."

Large, deep red eyes look up at her before blinking tiredly even as Nyx felt a sense of contentment, "She approves." Returning the sleepy Morgan to her ball she stands. "I think I need to sleep."

Nodding Rebecca stands and gathers Nyx's backpack and before she could protest led her upstairs. Stopping she opens the door to the guest room and hands Nyx the candle, "Sorry, but no one is getting a bath or shower till the power comes back on."

Nyx gives a half shrug and sits on the bed, which she noticed was pleasantly soft, "It's alright, I'm a bit tired of water at the moment." She places the candle on the bedside table and takes her pack back.

Chuckling Rebecca simply shakes her head, "I'm happy for you Nyx. It's about time you..."

"I know. Thank you, Becca. I appreciate your help." Smiling at her friend she watches her leave. Her eyes wander to the candle as she lays down. The flame disappears with a soft sound as Nyx closes her eyes.