Author's Note: Thank you, Lady Monopolist, for your review. Now that I look back on the first chapter, it did look a bit rushed, so I tried to put a bit more effort into this one.
Also, this chapter is mainly for the purpose of introducing some more of the main characters while Rita is waiting to move to the farm. It's also a bit longer than the last one.
Aurora Draconem stared down the horizontal cliff at the light blue water far below her. Her Dratini, Mirage, brushed against her ankles. Aurora felt a tear roll down her face and fall down into the sea. She wiped the other tears away before she started crying too hard, as she often did. I have to stop being such a crybaby, she thought to herself.
The 16-year-old hadn't believed it when her parents had told her. They were all moving to Unova! Why? she asked herself. Why would they want to move to another region to "start a new life" when the one we have here is just fine?
She had come here to say goodbye to her favourite place in the Johto Region: Route 47. The cliffs scared most trainers, so barely anyone stayed here too long. Therefore, it was quiet and peaceful, and the perfect place to train her only Pokémon whenever she felt like it. She was perfectly capable of catching other Pokémon, but she didn't because it was hard enough with just one, and she was afraid that Mirage wouldn't like them and they might fight and one of them would run away and maybe they would get hurt, and it would be all her fault…
You're overthinking things again! the voice in her head scolded her. She had named the voice Katie, and it had practically come to be real. It was like her second personality. The other kids thought she was weird, so the few friends she had managed to get had left her years ago. She didn't care, though; Mirage was the perfect company. The two were very close friends.
As she sat there staring into space, wondering what Unova was like, she was vaguely aware of a faint rumbling noise, but didn't take much notice of it. It was probably just her imagination anyway. But the noise got louder and louder. It was almost deafening when suddenly the tail of a large Pokémon knocked her aside, slamming her harshly into a nearby boulder. Aurora looked up, her vision blurred, to see a boy about her age standing over her, along with a large Dragonair. The boy wore a black cape, like a Dragon Tamer, as well as a navy blue jacket with golden embroidery stitches at the ends of the sleeves, and black jeans. He had light blue hair and cold grey eyes. Behind him, some boulders thundered past, down the cliff, falling into the sea with a loud splash.
"Who… are you…?" Aurora asked, before passing out.
High a mountain, somewhere in Unova, a twelve-year-old boy with dark purple hair was meditating. A Natu sat next to him with its eyes closed, sitting as still as a statue, presumably meditating as well. A Yamask floated in front of them, watching closely.
Nate Memor had been born with psychic powers, and had been learning to use them at different places all over Unova. Of course, since he had only been training for three years, for an hour or less per day, and taking breaks on weekends, his abilities were nowhere near as great as those of the other psychics. He was able to communicate with Pokémon a little, and that was basically it.
"Excellent job, Nate," the Yamask told him, in its language. "I think that's enough for today."
"Thanks, Dad," the psychic answered, standing up to leave. The Yamask was, in fact, his deceased father, Harold Memor. Nate only used him in battles when he absolutely had to, and he rarely battled anyway.
As the trio stepped out into the cool mountain air, Natu stretched his wings. Harold floated over to the edge of the cliff and stared out over Unova. He turned and caught the can of coke his son threw at him, and sipped it thoughtfully, wondering where their journey would take them next.
Aurora awoke in a dim room, wondering where she was. Small pieces of memory slowly floated back to her: She remembered that she had gone to say goodbye to Route 47, a rockslide had almost killed her, but she had been saved by a mysterious dragon tamer and his Dragonair. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, she started to wonder where she was. She looked down and saw that her arm was in a sling. Her back was hurting quite badly from the impact with the rock as well. The door suddenly opened, and the light above her head clicked on. The weird boy walked in along with his Dragonair and a worried-looking Mirage, who smiled when she saw that her trainer was OK. Aurora propped up a pillow against the wall and sat up.
"How are you feeling?" asked the dragon tamer. "I'm Victor, by the way."
"My name's Aurora. I'm feeling fine, thanks."
"Excellent. If you feel well enough, you can leave."
"OK. Thanks for helping me."
"No problem."
Victor watched as the girl and her Dratini walked out of the door. Dragonair stared at him curiously.
"You didn't act toward her like you would act toward other trainers," the serpent pointed out.
Victor sighed. He was able to understand Dragon Pokémon, one of the skills required to be a Dragon Tamer, so he could converse with his Dragonair sometimes. "I rescued her. I can't exactly be rude to someone after I've saved their lives."
Dragonair smirked. "You like her, don't you?"
Victor turned bright red. "N-no!"
Dragonair grinned. Victor buried his face in his hands.
Aurora walked through Route 47, toward her home in Cianwood City. She looked up as she heard yelling, and saw her ten-year-old sister rushing toward her.
"Aurora!" cried Melody Draconem, hugging her older sister. Her Kirlia, Sylvia, floated over to them.
"It's good to see you two again," the Psychic-type said through telepathy. It was a well-known fact that almost all Psychic types could use telepathy to communicate with anyone, but the connection was stronger with psychics.
"It's good to see you two as well," said Aurora.
"Draaa!" Mirage said in agreement.
"Aurora! Mirage!" exclaimed Shannon Draconem, their mother, running toward them. "You had us all worried sick! Where were you?!"
"There was a rockslide, and a dragon tamer rescued me," Aurora told them. "Don't worry, I'm fine."
Shannon sighed in relief. "Come on, then. We have to leave in less than an hour."
The trio left Route 47.
Meanwhile, on Route 1 in Unova, a trainer had just started his journey. He stared down at his Snivy, not knowing what to do at all.
"Uh… do we battle some wild Pokémon now or something?" the green-haired thirteen-year-old asked.
Snivy rolled his eyes and slapped his trainer across the face with Vine Whip. Then he tapped his foot impatiently. "Sni! Snivy!"
"Ow! There was no need for that, Leaf!" Ray Herba shouted.
Leaf turned away from his trainer.
Ray sighed. "Maybe I should've picked Oshawott after all…"
