A Ralts is born. She looks up at her mother seeking attention and wanting to nurse. She feels comfort in this held in her mother's arms but the mother seems saddened, she knows that their time together will be short.
Days pass by as the young Ralts begins to gain some strength but is still dependent on her young mother. Although the newborn clamors for her mother's attention she seems emotionally empty but also as if she is holding back her tears.
After a couple weeks a strange figure appears. The young mother seems to know them. She then displays her daughter to the odd being who seems displeased. The young Ralts notices that her mother is distressed and is confused as to why she is.
The figure then grabs onto the young Ralts who is frightened and grasping onto her mother's flowing gown. The mother, trying to hide her pain, turns away from her child who is desperate for her mother to help her.
The young Ralts is in panic and bites the figure in desperation. She feels a swift blow onto her head in retaliation, she is overwhelmed with a new sensation, pain.
She feels multiple blows on her body as she attempts to block them with little success. She cries to her mother for help but her cries go unanswered. Her mother sits by silently as the beating continues. The figure eventually relents and looks at the young Ralts in disgust.
The young Ralts lays there beaten and bloodied. She wonders why her mother didn't protect her, why did she let this vile creature beat her so mercilessly? She looks in horror as her mother disappears in a flash of light upon the presentations a small ball.
The figure then turns to the now beaten Ralts and pulls out a brown bag. She tries to fight back but is easily shoved into the bag. Several minutes pass as she can feel herself swinging back and forth inside the bag. A new sensation is overwhelming her, she can feel the contents of her stomach rise and escape her mouth. Her stomach acid burns her fresh wounds, the pain is unbearable for the young Ralts. She does her best to reposition herself and licks her wounds as clean as she can manage.
Vomit begins to ooze from the bag and through the garment of the figure who was carrying it. It then throws the bag to the ground in anger and kicks it. The kick lands on the Ralts' head causing one of her horns to shatter. The young Ralts wails in pain. She is overwhelmed in fear as she anticipates what new pain waits her, urine escapes her body as she is unable to control herself anymore. She cries as she lays in her own vomit, waste and, blood.
The figure then leaves the severely beaten Ralts. She was tossed away as if she were garbage.
The young Ralts hears the footsteps of the figure, at first she braces herself but no impacts result. She listens as the sounds of the footsteps become more distant and faint. This feeling of relief was all she could take as she began to loose consciousness.
Several hours pass, the sounds of bug Pokémon chirping fills the air. The coolness of the night penetrates the thin wall of the bag. The young Ralts' shivers bring her back into consciousness. She crawls out of the bloodstained bag, her newfound sadness overwhelmed her, it was perhaps more painful than the sudden beating she had endured. Why did the figure take her mother from her? Why didn't her mother protect her? Why was she abandoned in this place? She didn't know.
The young Ralts grabbed onto the bag and began to wander through the dark wilderness. She walked looking for some kind of shelter or food or water, anything that would take her mind off her current troubles.
Nearly an hour passes and she arrives at a small creek, she rushes to it and begins to drink of the cool waters, a feeling of relief fills her. She then steps into the water to wash herself, the dried body fluids dissolving in the cool waters. As she washed the blood and vomit from her head she could feel the newfound jaggedness of her now broken and shattered horns.
She turned to the bag, and brought it into the water with her and began washing it to the best of her abilities. She then pulls it from the water and lays it on a rock to dry. She looks around for food. To her surprise she finds a few nearly ripe berries on a bush. She hastily eats them and they make her feel slightly better.
After scouring the area for more berries she returns to the now mostly dried bag. She takes the bag to a nearby tree and wraps herself up in it on the ground and begins to sleep, thoughts of her now lost mother fill her mind as tears roll across her face.
Morning arrives. The feeling of the warm sun on her face leads her out of her sleep. Her eyes open, she slides herself out of her bloodstained wrappings and heads to the creek to quench her thirst.
She looks down at the water and sees her reflection, she looks at her own bruised form and noticed something about herself, she is green, but her mother was blue. Is that why she was rejected by her mother? Is that why the violent figure beat her savagely? Is that why she was left here all alone? Was it her fault?
Tears fill her eyes as she begins smacking at the water to destroy her reflection. She sits on the bank of the creek crying in anguish truly believing that it was her fault all of this happened. She was alone.
As soon as her mother saw her green child she knew this would happen, just as it had happened to many children before. The young Ralts was just a byproduct of a breeding program and the figure was her mother's master.