A Secret ~ Cherry Blossom Abbey

Laura sighed and rolled over in her bed. For fourteen years of her life, she had been content, happy. Now a feeling of restlessness began to creep upon her, gnawing at her edge. She banned the thought that was becoming louder each time she pretended to have never heard it.
Become a trainer.
That's absurd, she told herself. Me, become a trainer? That's silly. Yet the thought became more dominant in her mind, more urgent.
Become a trainer.
Finally, getting out of bed, she tramped downstairs, her socks making little noise. Somehow her Mom heard her and turned around. "Well, aren't you a sleepyhead," She said as she smiled at her. Before Laura could stop herself, she blurted out "Momma, I want to become a Pokemon trainer." Everything seemed to slow down as her mother's smile droped upside down and slowly turned around to look out the window facing Mt. Silver. Laura knew why. Silently walking across the floor, Laura stood beside her mother and they both stared at Mt. Silver, the gravestone for her father.
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"Do you think that she will come?" Sky Blue eyes studied the speaker a young Vaporeon. "What makes you think that she will not come this century? We have waited over thousands of years, waiting for our messiah. She MUST come this year." The Vaporeon, called Arctic, shifted from one leg to another. "But what happens if the stars are wrong?" The ancient Celebii gave Arctic a hard, penetrating stare. Arctic felt the silence unbearing. "I was just wondering," She muttered and quickly walked away. There was certinly a mystery surrounding this Vaporeon. No one knew where she had come from, only appearing one day limp and near death. The legendaries had nursed Arctic back to health, but the only thing that they learned about her was that her name was Arctic. Except for Scribe, the ancient Celebii. But the secret was too heavy to bear, too secret to tell. But Scribe must tell somebody, because he knew Arctic's past - because they were his. Wearily, Scribe made to his home and closed his eyes for the last time...
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"Scribe is dead! Scribe is dead!" The news spread like a wildfire throughout Cherry Blossom Abbey. Arctic heard this as she was getting out of bed. Scribe dead? Impossible! She pushed past the Mr. Mime servants and crashed into Sunlight, an Espeon, who opened the door of Legendary Hall. "Why hello Arctic," Sunlight said stiffly. "Is Scribe really dead?" She demanded. "Of course Scribe is dead! You don't see that old fogey-" The anger of Scribe being called an old fogey overwhelmed her. Arctic lept onto Sunlight and began to attack her. Sunlight yelped as Arctic bit her shoulder. Sunlight tried to use her psybeam, but Arctic was too close. Sunlight then started biting Arctic and-"What is going on here?!?" Sychic the Mewtwo walked up the stairs leading to Legendary Hall, wearing his robe and carrying a bunch of books under his arm. Sunlight lept away from Arctic, glad to have a excuse to get away from her.
"She started it, Mr. Sychic sir, she lept on me-"
"But you called Scribe an old fogey!"
"And started attacking me-"
"Don't listen to her, she's lying-"
Sychic help up his hands and just remembered in time to grab his books and said "Silence! I heard and saw what you both did, and Sunlight, you have no right to call Scribe an old fogey, but that DID NOT give you permission Arctic, to attack Sunlight," Sychic paused for breath. "Sunlight, your gatekeeping privilges are gone. Helping Lanx in the kitchens is your duty now." Sunlight opened her mouth in protest. "And I don't want to hear you complain about working with a Azumarril! And Arctic, I cannot punish you because you are needed in Legendary Hall right now." Waving his hand, Sychic opened the door to Legendary Hall and led Arctic through it, leaving Sunlight to complain to the door.