JULIE'S FLIGHT

Julie had flown straight, and soared and glided on thermals and winds

where possible to conserve energy in her search for her master. She

had instinctively avoided settled areas, although she had been unable

to avoid people entirely. Once she had been flying over a seemingly

deserted part of desert when what looked like an old railway carriage

came into view. Somebody outside had spotted her flying overhead,

and had dashed up a ramp into the carriage, coming out with several

people in tow who pointed and gestured at her. She had ignored

them, but this was just one of several incidents. Even flying over the

sea, she had been unable to avoid notice by people on boats and

ferries, and people swimming, or surfing on Pokémon.

She had a destination in mind, and had put all her energy into flying,

but the sun was setting, and she could not fly blind. She saw some

land to one side, and veered towards it, hoping to find sanctuary for

the night. Some parts of it seemed familiar, and some disjointed

memories flashed through her mind. She had been round here

before, but could not recall how or when. Not all the memories, which

made little sense out of context, were good, in fact a few were not

happy, but at no point did she feel any threat.

Silently she headed for a window in the old stables by the Ruins of

Alph, perched on the sill for a moment as she squeezed herself

through the opening, and crept inside, looking for a place to spend

the night, although first she would look for food. Folding her wings,

she headed down corridors, listening first for any noises from ahead.