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Chapter 2: A Glimpse in the Future
?'S Pov
Today started like any other normal morning. The sun was shining, the bird pokemon were chirping good morning, the sky was crystal clear...
And I was rushing to get ready. Again.
One would think that an eight year old could get ready on time, but noooo my family just had to be crazy psychos. That were now LATE. Like me.
I rushed into the large living room with my far older friend in tow. His spiky purple-black hair was a mess, and he was wearing a dark purple muscle shirt and indigo denim jeans. He had four black triangular shaped scars, two under each eye on his handsome face. He wore a spiked bracelet on both of his muscular arms. His eyes were quite odd; the left dark purple, the right a vibrant violet.
"Do I look okay?" I abruptly faced the nineteen year old.
"Gorgeous as always," he truthfully replied, "But-"
"No, I am not over-reacting," I answered him before he could ask. I continued on towards the center of the room to find everyone else scurrying about for last minute preparations. Except for one...
"Where's Erik?" I asked my tall friend. He searched his mind to recall the last time he saw Erik, but there was no need. A lavender blur pounced on my shoulder and rubbed against my neck. I started to giggle because his soft fur tickled. The pokemon stopped rubbing and purred in contentment.
"Never mind." I dashed over to the chaotic room with the furry pokemon resting on my shoulder. We were both morning people, so we were ready to start preparing. I turned back around to the tall purple guy.
"Beast, go find your hat and fix your hair," I scoldedhim. Beast obliged and scurried off, joining the rest of the late members. I walked five steps forward, and to nobody's surprise, a fight broke out in front of me. Wes and Evan were fighting. Again.
Wes, the brunette thirteen year old, was on top of another boy. To many mindless people, Wes was a revered trainer with a fangirl club that could populate an entire region and start a war over how gorgeous he was. To me, he was my brother. Wes could be obnoxious, and I used to hate his guts, until recently. I could see through his shoes now...
The other boy was Evan, an introverted video game addict who had no experience with sociality. He was quite thin, like a beanpole, and he towered over anyone else our age. He also wore glasses, and his brunette hair was ruffled, probably because he was messing with it. Evan, like most nerds, was horrible at playing and understanding most sports. Evan was the perfect target for being bullied. Life tends to get dreary when you go to a school where everybody likes loud, athletic kids. I recognized at an early age how antisocial Evan was, and I vowed to take care of him. After all, he was my twin. As his older sister, I had to take of him.
"What is with you two?" I nagged, weary of boys and their games. "Can't you see we're already late?" I clenched my hair.
"What are you two doing?" a woman's stern voice interrupted. My brothers stopped mid-roll, and the three of us fell silent as a lavender haired women dashed to us.
The woman appeared to be middle aged, but she looked much younger than what she really was. Her purple were locked on to us, and I knew what was coming. The woman's eyes were sparking with wisdom as she came to an abrupt stop. The woman's hair was naturally short, and her sleeveless dress was lilac velvet. The woman placed her hands on her hips, and the two boys froze.
"Wesley, stop tormenting your brother. Evan, I don't care who started it, you're both at fault. Shelby, don't be bossy. Evan, go to the sink, your hairs are sticking up again. Wes, look presentable. Shelby, stop panicking," the woman barked out without pausing for a breath once. This woman was the closest thing to a mother we still had, and boy, was she good at being one.
Evan and Wes broke apart, rose up, and split up to do their assigned tasks. I wanted to have a word with the lavender lady, but she had vanished like smoke in a fog, what with the current mess.
Wait...
Why didn't she speak to Erik?
I noticed the subtle pressure on my shoulder was gone, and I fearfully stole a glance behind my back. I nearly died of a mini-heart attack. Erik wasn't there. "Stupid!" I cursed myself with the worst word I could think of. Erik probably ran off somewhere. The question was where.
I squirmed and pushed my way through people until a girl with wings was next to me. The young lady was in her late teenage years, and she was quite popular for her beauty. Her light-ish blonde hair had a red streak running through it, which contrasted against her feathery, white strapless dress. Her feet had golden gladiator sandals with the straps winding up her long legs to below her knee. The young adult wandered her eyes around the room, searching for something.
"Has anyone seen my music box?" she asked.
I gave her shoulder a gentle tap. The bird teen swung around, almost knocking over several people, and lovingly smiled when she saw me.
"It's in your room." I pointed to the hallway.
"Oh. Thanks Shelby," she said, running to the hallway through the mob of people.
Crud. I forgot to ask about Erik.
I continued on, shouting my baby's name, and asking people on the way. Suddenly, a light blonde girl called out my name. I silently waited for her to come over.
It was yet another young blonde girl. Her straight hair were in high pigtails, each held with a hair tie that had a plastic flower with a gold middle and red petals. Even when the girl's hair was up so high, the length of it reached her shoulder blades. Flower girl's outfit was...slightly revealing, but only to some people. A red cloth was wrapped around her torso and acted as a tube top, but it was shorter than most. She had a skirt on, patterned almost like a hula skirt. There would be a green leaf then a yellow leaf, and they were much larger than a grass blade and in a teardrop shape, too. The skirt was scanty, barely reaching quarter-thigh length, but it was fine with me because she always wore mini shorts underneath.
"Do you know where my pumps are?" she asked when she finished panting. She had looked everywhere, including my room. "You know, the pink butterfly ones?"
"At the ground entrance," I quickly replied. Flower girl gave me a tight hug, and then happily ran to the direction of the exit.
I stood there, mournfully gazing at the retreating back of the flowering beauty. Her shoulder blades were completely covered by her top, and a part of me chipped away inside, leaving me more worried. So she's still scared...
I scrambled on, searching for any vacantly familiar face, leg, or arm in the morning rush hour. Every tedious second I waste, the farther Erik could be. All of a sudden, a graceful hand snatched my smaller one and dragged out of the churning sea of people, now with pokemon running about in a panic. I was starting to wonder how some of these people got in here. For example, our neighbors had somehow snuck in and were eating all of the granola.
The dragging stopped.
"You okay sweetie?" the woman in front of me asked with genuine concern hushing her voice. I smiled with joy, recognizing the middle aged lady in front me as one of my most favorite people in this world.
Her flaming hair was in a stylish pompadour that ended at mid-shoulder length. Fire girl's dress was a flame that was strapless, v-necked, and ended mid-thigh. She had the body of a model with her long legs, long torso, wide hips, and overall prettiness.
"Oh thank God I found you!" I delightedly shrieked. The older woman grinned, relieved that I wasn't having a mental breakdown.
"Waddaya need?" she casually asked, ready for questions.
"Well, I was kinda lookin' for ya..." I trailed off.
"That's funny, so was I!" the feisty woman bubbly replied.
"Do you know where Erik is?" I bluntly asked. The woman faltered for a second, opened her mouth as if to say something, and then thought against the idea. She cautiously glanced around for eavesdroppers, then bent down to whisper in my ear.
"You-know-blue-moon," she whispered, using the code names we thought of.
"Oh," I said. "Well, I'll go get him-" I had gone to fetch my precious child when the fiery woman grabbed my shoulder, preventing me from leaving.
"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked kindly.
"Yes, I'm fine-"
"Are you sure?" she asked more firmly.
"YES," I insisted.
There was a tense moment of silence.
"We love you Shelby," she said, maybe with sincerity.
"Yeah," I replied. I didn't believe her at all.
"Everything's okay," she assured me. The fiery woman turned to exit the room, but it was my turn to say something.
"Have fun making out with your husband." I giggled and ran off before she could face me. You see, one of the reasons I loved the fiery lady was because of the cute love stories S&L would tell me about her.
I stopped running and stepped back a few paces. I had ran through the winding corridor all the way to my destination. Two doors that reached to the top of the ceiling stood before me, out of place in this otherwise normal hallway. The two doors were a glossy black with intricate neon blue finishes crawling up and down, spiraling here and there. The doors each had a handle with the same design, and to open the door I would have to pull both.
I took a deep breath and rested my small hands on the handles. Well, this was it. I mustered my strength and pulled the heavy doors apart. The room was dark, and I would have to venture further to find Erik.
As I wandered through the thick darkness, I remembered why I was doing this. Eight people came to mind. Each one as strong and valiant as an Elite Four member. Perhaps even more. Each person held a place in my heart, and each hero I missed terribly. Why did I even miss them?
No Shelby. You shouldn't dwell on that.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when I saw a shadow and a bright blue light ahead of me. Finally, I had found him. I prepared to run towards the light when a stray thought crossed my mind.
Ah. I wonder how their children are doing.
The world of pokemon.
This strange world is filled with the creatures called pokemon.
People live in harmony with them, and some people even catch them to compete in battles. These people are called trainers, and they grow with their partners on their journeys across the regions.
Pokemon are a way of life, and most people can't imagine living without them.
To most, this world is their home, where they live out everyday life.
But to one eight year old girl, it is a haven.
A place where she can be free with her siblings. A place where she can live without being torn down like a decripid historic monument or crushed like a pathetic, rare beetle. A place where she can enjoy life without worry. A place where she can belong.
A place where she doesn't want to die.
...She needed a place.
More than anything.
So, I gave her what she rightfully owned. Her powers did grant her an honorary membership to my court. It fit her so perfectly. A rift in this realm for The Girl Who Cuts Through Dimensions. A fitting match.
Of course, her siblings were just as powerful. Just as mistreated, they were granted their estate also. The tragedy affected all of them. They are free to imagine here.
That poor girl... We all swore to fill the gaping hole in her heart.
And I swear, on my power as Arceus, that I will make sure this world will stay a safe paradise for everyone to live out their imaginations.
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