Here's a change of pace. This one is from Arcane's POV. He's remembering
what happened after Cayla was taken. The speech is very simple, but he's
still a puppy, so you should probably understand it.
She's crying. Why is she crying? I don't understand. She says she's My Cayla. But she can't be My Cayla. This Cayla has four legs, like mine, only longer, without the little claws, with big fluffs of fur above her paws. And her tail is a lot bigger. And she has ears like mine, but a huge mane. And a little black nose. My Cayla didn't have that.
But she does look sort of like My Cayla, and she smells sort of like My Cayla, and she sounds sort of like My Cayla, and she acts sort of like My Cayla. But this Cayla can't be My Cayla, can she?
I remember sitting with My Cayla in the big chair at the house. Then we heard knocking. But I wasn't worried. I had My Cayla.
Then she told me to stay put. I obeyed without question. She was my trainer, and she always will be my trainer. She walked out of the room. I waited for a moment. I heard the door open, voices, and My Cayla started shouting. For a moment I was shocked. Then I bolted toward the sound. I wasn't going to let anyone hurt My Cayla. I saw three men holding her. I ran forward. I saw one of them pull out something shiny. I felt something hit my head. I fainted.
When I woke up again I was in a small room with dim lights. I was alone. I called for My Cayla. I watched a door open, and a big pink egg-shaped Pokémon came in. She told me to be quiet. She said I was hurt. I asked her again where My Cayla was. She said My Cayla was dead. I couldn't believe it. I stood up and asked again where My Cayla was. She repeated her answer.
I was sure those three men had killed her. And I hadn't done anything to help. It was my fault. I was angry. I took a shallow jump and clamped my jaws on the egg Pokémon's arm. She screamed, and a few seconds later a pink haired woman came in. When she saw me she ran out. Seconds later she came back with a needle. I released the pink Pokémon and used Ember on the shot. It was a pile of ashes after that. I was still shaky on my legs, but I bolted past the lady as fast as I could. I heard voices. I had been sure My Cayla was there. But when I reached the room with the people, only My Cayla's parents were there. They didn't seem at all worried. But why? My Cayla is a big part of the family? She's their daughter!
I went home that same day. But My Cayla wasn't at home, either. I couldn't eat. I wouldn't sleep. I listened to the parents talking. They said My Cayla had been changed, and she wouldn't be coming back. And they talked about putting me to sleep. But I wasn't about to go to sleep, so I don't know how they could make me.
I don't know or care how much time passed, but one night there was a knock on the door. The lady of the house left to answer it, and I heard a scream. The man left next, and I heard the two walking up the stairs. I got up and walked to the foyer to see who it was. That's where I met Cayla. She claimed to be My Cayla, but she wasn't. Still, I went to her. She took me upstairs to My Cayla's room, and she took the Clefairy bank. Then we left, and went to a store near the middle of town. It was locked, but she had a hairpin behind her ear. My Cayla used to do that. She picked the lock on the door, then took me inside. We went to the back, where the Evolution Stones were kept in a glass cabinet. She took out the one My Cayla had promised me she'd buy, the one I'd always wanted. She put it in a little bag, put the Clefairy bank on the counter, and I was gathered back into her arms. I fell asleep as we left town.
I woke up the next day. We were in a small, dry cave. Cayla hadn't woken up. She didn't wake up for a long time. I looked around the caves, checking out the different passages. There were lots of caverns and lots of tunnels, but I found my way back using my nose. I waited for Cayla to wake up.
When she finally did come to, she stood up and walked out. She was kind of shaky on her legs. Sort of like me. I followed her, even though she wasn't My Cayla. We found something to eat, and then she started asking me to do attacks. But she wasn't My Cayla, so I wouldn't listen. But when she gave me simple commands, I listened. She wasn't My Cayla, but was kind of like her. We've been doing it for two weeks. And she always tries to get me to use attacks. And I always refuse. And now she's crying.
This Cayla really cares about me. Like My Cayla. She knows just what I like. Just like My Cayla. She gives commands in a hopeful, energetic way. Like My Cayla. She sleeps with me pulled up close to her chest. Just like My Cayla. Does that mean…she IS My Cayla? Her mother and father said she would be changed. This must be what they meant!
I know why she's crying. She thinks I don't recognize her. And I didn't. Until now.
She's My Cayla. She always has been, and she always will be. I have to tell her.
"Grow-lithe!"
My Cayla!
She's crying. Why is she crying? I don't understand. She says she's My Cayla. But she can't be My Cayla. This Cayla has four legs, like mine, only longer, without the little claws, with big fluffs of fur above her paws. And her tail is a lot bigger. And she has ears like mine, but a huge mane. And a little black nose. My Cayla didn't have that.
But she does look sort of like My Cayla, and she smells sort of like My Cayla, and she sounds sort of like My Cayla, and she acts sort of like My Cayla. But this Cayla can't be My Cayla, can she?
I remember sitting with My Cayla in the big chair at the house. Then we heard knocking. But I wasn't worried. I had My Cayla.
Then she told me to stay put. I obeyed without question. She was my trainer, and she always will be my trainer. She walked out of the room. I waited for a moment. I heard the door open, voices, and My Cayla started shouting. For a moment I was shocked. Then I bolted toward the sound. I wasn't going to let anyone hurt My Cayla. I saw three men holding her. I ran forward. I saw one of them pull out something shiny. I felt something hit my head. I fainted.
When I woke up again I was in a small room with dim lights. I was alone. I called for My Cayla. I watched a door open, and a big pink egg-shaped Pokémon came in. She told me to be quiet. She said I was hurt. I asked her again where My Cayla was. She said My Cayla was dead. I couldn't believe it. I stood up and asked again where My Cayla was. She repeated her answer.
I was sure those three men had killed her. And I hadn't done anything to help. It was my fault. I was angry. I took a shallow jump and clamped my jaws on the egg Pokémon's arm. She screamed, and a few seconds later a pink haired woman came in. When she saw me she ran out. Seconds later she came back with a needle. I released the pink Pokémon and used Ember on the shot. It was a pile of ashes after that. I was still shaky on my legs, but I bolted past the lady as fast as I could. I heard voices. I had been sure My Cayla was there. But when I reached the room with the people, only My Cayla's parents were there. They didn't seem at all worried. But why? My Cayla is a big part of the family? She's their daughter!
I went home that same day. But My Cayla wasn't at home, either. I couldn't eat. I wouldn't sleep. I listened to the parents talking. They said My Cayla had been changed, and she wouldn't be coming back. And they talked about putting me to sleep. But I wasn't about to go to sleep, so I don't know how they could make me.
I don't know or care how much time passed, but one night there was a knock on the door. The lady of the house left to answer it, and I heard a scream. The man left next, and I heard the two walking up the stairs. I got up and walked to the foyer to see who it was. That's where I met Cayla. She claimed to be My Cayla, but she wasn't. Still, I went to her. She took me upstairs to My Cayla's room, and she took the Clefairy bank. Then we left, and went to a store near the middle of town. It was locked, but she had a hairpin behind her ear. My Cayla used to do that. She picked the lock on the door, then took me inside. We went to the back, where the Evolution Stones were kept in a glass cabinet. She took out the one My Cayla had promised me she'd buy, the one I'd always wanted. She put it in a little bag, put the Clefairy bank on the counter, and I was gathered back into her arms. I fell asleep as we left town.
I woke up the next day. We were in a small, dry cave. Cayla hadn't woken up. She didn't wake up for a long time. I looked around the caves, checking out the different passages. There were lots of caverns and lots of tunnels, but I found my way back using my nose. I waited for Cayla to wake up.
When she finally did come to, she stood up and walked out. She was kind of shaky on her legs. Sort of like me. I followed her, even though she wasn't My Cayla. We found something to eat, and then she started asking me to do attacks. But she wasn't My Cayla, so I wouldn't listen. But when she gave me simple commands, I listened. She wasn't My Cayla, but was kind of like her. We've been doing it for two weeks. And she always tries to get me to use attacks. And I always refuse. And now she's crying.
This Cayla really cares about me. Like My Cayla. She knows just what I like. Just like My Cayla. She gives commands in a hopeful, energetic way. Like My Cayla. She sleeps with me pulled up close to her chest. Just like My Cayla. Does that mean…she IS My Cayla? Her mother and father said she would be changed. This must be what they meant!
I know why she's crying. She thinks I don't recognize her. And I didn't. Until now.
She's My Cayla. She always has been, and she always will be. I have to tell her.
"Grow-lithe!"
My Cayla!