The Great Pokemon Conspiracies:
~The Old Chateau~
Chapter Eight: Seancé
(Another one-word chapter title. Shut up, Silversong. You have no right to tell me what to say and what not to).
Another seancé gone...
Gym Leader Fantina has done so many seancés in her years as a Ghost-type user, but she has only been able to receive rather blurry and short visions which she wasn't even sure whether they made any sense or not.
But this one, this particular one, was quite long, and instead of enabling Fantina to talk to the dead, she was shown something that might have already happened in the past.
Unfortunately, unhelpful. And perhaps untrue.
Fantina says, "Patience is a must. Sometimes you get what you want but sometimes you just don't. But I will certainly keep trying for that's what a Gym Leader does, non?"
One of The Many Seancés of Leader Fantina
Blue skies.
Laughter.
A little girl with two bouncing ponytails ran across the lawn of the sprawling house. She was happy and carefree, as if in her young life nothing could ever go wrong.
"You can't catch me, Clefable!" the little girl shouted, laughing, as she ran away from her Pokémon, a plump pink one with ears that stuck out. With a cry the Pokémon followed its young owner, but was unable to keep up due to its short legs. The girl laughed and gave in, walking back to where her Pokémon was panting on the grass.
An old man chuckled and came to the girl. "You'd better get yourself cleaned up, child," he said. "Your mother likes elegance, does she not? She'd certainly want you to look your best, like a girl should. It's high time you've had your bath. You've been running around in the yard the whole morning."
The girl pouted but then brightened up when Clefable stood up. "Hey, you can come with me," she said to her Pokémon. "He can come, can't he?" she asked the old man.
"Yes," he replied with a small chuckle, taking her hand to take her back into the house. "He can." He chuckled again. "You and that Clefable of yours. You'll certainly be best friends forever."
...Yes.
All was well before it happened.
A Note from the Narrator
You might think I'm a lousy narrator for mentioning so many "it"s without actually telling you what "it" is (and, Silversong adds, for using single words as chapter titles. Thanks so much, Silversong). But hey, what's a mystery/supernatural story without a bit of supernatural mystery? Besides, get ready for my next chapters - they're going to be intense.
(Swiftwing says, they had better be. Yeah, he isn't any better than Silversong. And come to think of it, where is Roselio?).
