I trudged through the wet streets of Lumiose City, my face wet not only from the rain, but from tears. My hair was glued to my faced, making a black curtain infront of my eyes, with only a few breaks in my fringe to aid my sight. My clothes were stuck to my skin irritably, causing chafing to make me wince and groan in annoyance.

The streets were empty, save from a lonely man stumbling about, reeking of alcohol. He passed me without incident, and I was alone with my thought. The events of the day ran through my head and clouded my mind...

"I've told you a thousand times!" I screamed, tears running down my cheeks. "I don't want to be a performer!"

My mother paced the room, trying to stop herself hurting me. She often paced like this, and when she did I usually was too scared to continue. But not this time.

"I've been a great mother." She said threw gritted teeth. "I've spoilt you rotten. I only want what's best for you." She softened her expression. "You'll love performing."

I calmed down as well, seeing the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

"I don't want to though. It's as simple as that."

My mother pinched the bridge of her nose, her breaths sharp and erratic.

"You will." She said in a dangerous tone. "And you will love it."

I had given up at that moment. I couldn't change her mind so I'd have to leave. I stormed up to my room, my mother obviously feeling triumphant. A bag was balanced on top of my wardrobe, and I climbed up on my bed to get it. For five years I had packed it with food, water and clothes, but I was always too scared to try to run.

But after that argument I had had enough.

And that's why I was walking alone in the rain, feeling despressed and full of self pity. My mother had never been threatening to me before, but the tone she had used scared me to no end. The adrenaline running through my veins had clouded that fear, but walking alone made me feel it full force.

Whilst I was walking down a dark alleyway, a shuffling noise caught my attention. It was from behind a garbage dumpster, and it was so small, I wouldn't have noticed it was there if I wasn't alone.

I moved a few bags of rubbish, expecting to see a trubbish or a ratata. However, when the rubbish had been moved, I saw that it was a small ralts at the bottom, scavenging around for food.

It looked up and panicked. It tried to summon some power to teleport, but just stumbled around and fell to the bottom. I scooped the pokemon up in my arms, and saw how thin and delicate it looked. The poor pokemon looked tired and beaten up, so I decided to head to the nearest pokemon center.

It took me a while, as I was wondering around the streets and didn't know where to go. Eventually, I reached a pokemon center, the red glow from its roof clear on the wet gravel ground.

I entered through the automatic doors, and saw Nurse Joy with a wigglytuff alone in the room. There was no trainers about this late at night. I walked over to the pink haired girl and handed her the ralts.

"I found it trying to find something to eat from the garbage." I said. She smiled sympathetically and placed the small pokemon on her tray. The wigglytuff wheeled it off into the back room.

"Please have a seat while you wait." Nurse Joy said, before following after the wigglytuff.

I slumped down onto a chair, my eyes feeling heavier and heavier. I slowly fell asleep. A few minutes later a voice awoke me from my slumber. It was Nurse Joy. She had the little ralts in her arms, and the pokemon was squirming around happily.

"Ralts is completely healthy now. He was a little hungry but we fed him some food. Thanks for bringing him here, or he could have been a lot worse."

I smiled and stood up. The ralts seemed to jump up into my arms and I giggled. I stroked the ralts gently and it snuggled against me satisfied.

"Would you like to keep him?" Nurse Joy asked. I nodded. She handed ne a pokeball. "Try to capture him here if you like."

I placed the ralts carefully on the ground and threw the ball against him. The ball encased him in a red glow, and the ball rocked gently. Then it stilled, and I smiled in delight to see the ralts was captured.

The ball started to jump around and I threw it up again. The pokemon leapt out of it and jumped into my arms.

'It's dark in there.' I heard a little voice say. I almost jumped out of my skin. Nurse Joy and wigglytuff had left me with the ralts, so I was alone.

I looked down.

"Did you just talk?" I quietly asked the pokemon.

'Yes.' The ralts replied. 'I can use telepathy.'

His voice was a cute little kid-like voice that you'd expect from a four year old boy. I exited the pokemon center and into the dark streets. I felt quite awkward, so asked,

"Do you want a nickname now you're my pokemon?"

The ralts looked thoughtful.

"I like Your Majesty." The voice replied. I smirked.

"How about Prince?" I comprimised. The ralts nodded.

"That would do." He replied. "So I'm your pokemon?"

"Yes." I answered.

"Will I need to battle?"

"If you want to. I'd like to become a pokemon trainer."

The ralts started to jump excitedly in my arms.

"I want to battle too! We'll be the best team ever!"

I beamed at his sweet voice sounding so excited. I cuddled him close to me.

"Yes we will."

We made our way out of the centre and walked for a while, before my exhaustion started to hit me. Prince had fell asleep in my arms and now I was wondering aimlessly.

That was, until I tripped over something. Prince fell out of my arms and hit the ground. He grumbled in annoyance. I turned around and saw what I had tripped over was a boy.

'How did I miss that,' I thought to myself.

I shook him slightly.

"Hey, boy?" I asked. He stayed silent.

'Is he dead?' Price questioned.

"I don't think so." I answered. "He's still breathing."

A/N: In case you can't tell, this isn't James. Also, this chapter was written for me by EmzyWonder - who is now my co-writer! This is also the first chapter with a name, and I would like to give the others names. So it'd be a great help if you guys could comment ideas for names for the previous chapters!

Bye!