Gardevoir was in shock seeing, the all too familiar Shiny Kirlia. The only thing she could focus on was the not fully evolved Pokémon, recognizing the Kirlia as her one child. It had barely been a few days, but to see her evolved already made her feel somewhat in joy, but an empty pride to know she had been captured by the trainer. This only seemed to entice the crowd into even more awe. Surskit was more preoccupied, trying to snap Gardevoir out of her state.
"Sunny Day, Tropius!" Winona ordered, watching her Tropius illuminate and brighten the room with intense sunlight. The white haired trainer was just calmly standing there while Kirlia stood idle. "Solar Beam!" Tropius heard the command, and it fired a bright beam of light that flew across the gym toward them. Kirlia spun around, putting up a Protect move before the Solar Beam collided with it. Great clouds of dust flew from the impact. "Keep it up, Kirlia!" her trainer cheered, barely giving any orders. "Confuse Ray!" he ordered, watching the blue haired Pokémon fire a small sphere that spun around Tropius's head, confusing it. The Grass-Flying Pokémon was doing its best to resist the scattered brain confusion it was being affected by so far. "Shadow Ball!" he ordered. Kirlia charged up a small dark sphere of energy in her hands, and threw it at Tropius who was unable to do anything but take the hit directly.
"Oh no! Tropius!" Winona cried, seeing the smoke clear from the shadow ball. Her Pokémon was unconscious, having burnt up a major chunk of its energy on the failed Solar Beam. "The winner is… Brendan!" the referee monitoring the match announced to the loud cheers of the people that had been watching the match. Brendan just smiled. "Wow! You did great! Guess the money I spent on TMs helped after all," he laughed, picking Kirlia up and tossing her in the air and catching her again. The Pokémon laughed in enjoyment at her joyful trainer's praise. He put her back down to face Winona. "Well, you beat me fair and square… That was a good fight," Winona commented, showing him the turquoise coloured Feather Badge, which he now earned for winning the battle. "You fought good, too," Brendan nodded, acknowledging her for doing her best. He thought it would have been over in one move if he left Blaziken out, glad that his shiny Pokémon had handled it with ease. "Let's go, Kirlia," he hummed, beginning to exit the Gym, his shiny following happily like they were the best of friends. Gardevoir kept staring into the building. Surskit was on the top of her head, trying to get her to snap out of it, still unsure what was going on in her mind right now.
It was late in the morning over a small mountain side of the region. A man in his late thirties was sitting against a wall, eating some food, having been traversing the mountains to get to his next location. A Camerupt was resting nearby as well. The man was a younger Mister Jones. Gardevoir even knew she was having a memory at this point, but she just wanted to enjoy the past finding it impossible to ignore acknowledging it as the time shortly after Jones had begun his traverse across the region.
Jones was enjoying the bright day so far. Nothing had been proving too much of an effort. Just then, he started to hear a cracking noise. "Hey, Camerupt! I think its hatching!" he exclaimed. Camerupt looked at him, coming closer, seeing him pull a Pokémon egg out of his bag that had a few cracks in it. Pieces of the eggshell began to fall off as the top part of it broke off. Inside appeared a small Ralts that looked around to the bright environment, confused. "Wow! A Ralts was in that egg?" Jones said in a bit of surprise, having found the egg in a cave around a month ago. He was close to presuming the yolk of the egg hadn't survived. "Welcome to the region, little one," he greeted the Ralts, offering his hand to it. The tiny Pokémon didn't mind him picking her up to help get out of the remains of the egg shell.
Camerupt just stared at the baby psychic type that giggled, seeing the oversized fire-ground Pokémon. Jones just presumed it had a cheerful nature. He dug around in his bag and pulled out a small Pecha Berry, handing it to her the baby. Ralts happily began nibbling on it to consume the berry.
Gardevoir was snapped back awake. She held her head, groaning. "G-garde…" she groaned, realizing she had somehow passed out on the ground. Surskit was beside her, having spent most of the time trying to reawaken her. The psychic type sighed, disappointed that her memories of her hatching were over. "Skit-surskit?" the Surskit worriedly asked if its friend was okay. She moved him aside, getting up. "Garde… Voir-gardevoir," she ordered, wanting the tiny bug to go back to its trainer Rob. She had no idea where Brendan went, but she didn't want to even try to follow. She knew that she would never be able to do anything for her child now. Not even in a lifetime. She was not sure how to feel since her daughter appeared happier than ever to be a trainer's Pokémon. Surskit was reluctant, but it agreed, scurrying off to get back to the Pokémon Center.
Gardevoir didn't know what to do. She was wandering the area outside of Fortree City. Her heart had sunk to her stomach, refusing to lift up at least one inch. It just felt like her whole life, every time she started to get happy or cheerful, something would come and steal important things from her, whether it be people or just her own body. Her leg refused to stop aching midway. She looked over at the nearby tall grass. The only thing she could consider doing was making sure the pain stopped.
After going into the tall grass to hide, she sat down under one of the big trees, digging around in the bag. She pulled out the bottle of pain killers, popping the cap off the bottle before tilting it back, consuming what was left of the pain relieving medication. She dropped the empty bottle on the ground, just sitting there. That was all she could do now, feeling sleepy as the world around her became fuzzy. She began to develop a fever fast. The flashes of memories whizzed around her, like they indicated the end of the line for her. She fell over, keeping her eyes closed, feeling nothing but regret.