Story 1 - Setting Off. (4-26-02)
Celeste looked back over her shoulder as she left her school in Saffron City. She was 15 years old and had been attending school there since she was 10. After five years, Celeste was leaving the Educational Academy at Saffron and doing what every redblooded child her age was doing: training Pokemon.
Celeste did not wish to become a Pokemon trainer, despite the ridicule this caused her in society. She chose instead to be an elementary school teacher, training children until they became of the age to start training and left for their own journies. This is what she had been learning at the Academy these past 5 years, everything about everything, and it made her happy as a clam. Celeste had no desire to become a Pokemon master at all.
Celeste's parents did not like the fact that she was going to school rather than training pokemon. Why, it was their life, after all. They lived a happy life in Celadon City as scientists on the cutting edge of Eevee breeding and evolutions. In fact, it was they that had released the new Eevee into the wild that would evolve into Espeon and Umbreon. The fact that their daughter would not go out into the wild and train their creations devastated them, but they, being understanding parents, had sent her off to live in Saffron City and become a schoolteacher, supporting her the whole way. Celeste loved her parents for not judging her based on her decision. They were, all things considered, a very close, loving threesome.
Last week, Celeste got a phonecall at school right after her modern languages class. It was Jenny of Celadon. Her parents lab had burned down. Her parents had been in it at the time. Celeste came back to Celadon in time for the funeral and the reading of the will. The will left everything to Celeste, but the fire had destroyed everything save for Celeste's possessions at Saffron, a small sum of money in the bank, and what was enclosed with the will: 14 pokeballs. The will read that her parents wished she'd put these pokemon they bred in the hands of an able trainer so their training legacy could live on.
Celeste didn't linger long in Celadon, there was nothing for her there. She took the 14 Pokeballs and the money from the bank back to Saffron, gathered her possessions, withdrew from school, and was now looking back over her shoulder at her past. Noone could treat her parent's creations with more love and respect than she could, and she knew that she was the only person that would carry on her family's legacy. Tears ran down her face as she wished she had made the decision to train sooner so her parents wouldn't have had to deal with a social outcast and a daughter who went against the things they stood for.
One of the things she kept at the academy was a pet Eevee named Eon that her parents had given her to remember them by when she first left for school. Eon had never battled before since she hadn't believed in that. Her other pokemon were enclosed in the 14 pokeballs in her backpack that held the 14 evolutions of Eevee that her parents had bred. Most weren't natural evolutions; they had been induced under labratory circumstances. When they came up with a way to evolve it, they'd release it to the public. So Celeste set out in the Pokemon training world with a pet, a packful of experimental pokemon, and a head ful of regrets about her parents.
"Come on, Eon." Celeste said in her soft, melodic voice as she wiped the tears from her eyes and tore her gaze away from the Saffron Academy and looked at the road ahead.
The Eevee followed close at her heel as she traveled down route 5. She didn't know where the road would take her, but she knew, in the end, it would take her to where she wanted to go: to be with her parents, finally living up to their dreams.
Celeste looked back over her shoulder as she left her school in Saffron City. She was 15 years old and had been attending school there since she was 10. After five years, Celeste was leaving the Educational Academy at Saffron and doing what every redblooded child her age was doing: training Pokemon.
Celeste did not wish to become a Pokemon trainer, despite the ridicule this caused her in society. She chose instead to be an elementary school teacher, training children until they became of the age to start training and left for their own journies. This is what she had been learning at the Academy these past 5 years, everything about everything, and it made her happy as a clam. Celeste had no desire to become a Pokemon master at all.
Celeste's parents did not like the fact that she was going to school rather than training pokemon. Why, it was their life, after all. They lived a happy life in Celadon City as scientists on the cutting edge of Eevee breeding and evolutions. In fact, it was they that had released the new Eevee into the wild that would evolve into Espeon and Umbreon. The fact that their daughter would not go out into the wild and train their creations devastated them, but they, being understanding parents, had sent her off to live in Saffron City and become a schoolteacher, supporting her the whole way. Celeste loved her parents for not judging her based on her decision. They were, all things considered, a very close, loving threesome.
Last week, Celeste got a phonecall at school right after her modern languages class. It was Jenny of Celadon. Her parents lab had burned down. Her parents had been in it at the time. Celeste came back to Celadon in time for the funeral and the reading of the will. The will left everything to Celeste, but the fire had destroyed everything save for Celeste's possessions at Saffron, a small sum of money in the bank, and what was enclosed with the will: 14 pokeballs. The will read that her parents wished she'd put these pokemon they bred in the hands of an able trainer so their training legacy could live on.
Celeste didn't linger long in Celadon, there was nothing for her there. She took the 14 Pokeballs and the money from the bank back to Saffron, gathered her possessions, withdrew from school, and was now looking back over her shoulder at her past. Noone could treat her parent's creations with more love and respect than she could, and she knew that she was the only person that would carry on her family's legacy. Tears ran down her face as she wished she had made the decision to train sooner so her parents wouldn't have had to deal with a social outcast and a daughter who went against the things they stood for.
One of the things she kept at the academy was a pet Eevee named Eon that her parents had given her to remember them by when she first left for school. Eon had never battled before since she hadn't believed in that. Her other pokemon were enclosed in the 14 pokeballs in her backpack that held the 14 evolutions of Eevee that her parents had bred. Most weren't natural evolutions; they had been induced under labratory circumstances. When they came up with a way to evolve it, they'd release it to the public. So Celeste set out in the Pokemon training world with a pet, a packful of experimental pokemon, and a head ful of regrets about her parents.
"Come on, Eon." Celeste said in her soft, melodic voice as she wiped the tears from her eyes and tore her gaze away from the Saffron Academy and looked at the road ahead.
The Eevee followed close at her heel as she traveled down route 5. She didn't know where the road would take her, but she knew, in the end, it would take her to where she wanted to go: to be with her parents, finally living up to their dreams.