p id="posttext" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 10px; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"The blonde woman looked down upon the small child who intently listened to her story. The little girl reminded her of someone she once met many moons ago, but in a much smaller style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Tell me, what is your name?"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"My name is... Sophie." the young girl nodded as she stumbled as she got to her feet while still grasping the Torchic door. "Yes, Sophie."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /The woman knelt down to meet the girl at eye level and offered her style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Nice to meet you, Sophie. My name is Cynthia."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /Sophie looked at the legendary woman she had just heard about a few moments ago and took her hand in her much smaller one and shook style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Cynthia.. like the legend? Then... you're alive!" the girl squealed happily but it was short lived when the Garchomp got close to her and style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /Garchomp seemed like no other of its kind anymore. It had Mega evolved after Cynthia had found the stones necessary for the process but once used, the effect was irreversible. Something during the use cracked the stone and Garchomp became stuck in this form. But like the stone, Garchomp too had cracked. His left side blade had chips all along the bladed side, his eye had a gash running through it leaving him partially blind in the right eye. Even with these handicaps the dragon Pokemon could still handle his own just like style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"This is Garchomp, my loyal companion and daresay my best friend. Garchomp and I have been traveling alone for years finding other refugees and trying to break through Groudon's territorial barrier. It wasn't easy, but luckily Garchop here knows how to dig as well as a Dugtrio."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /Sophie looked up at the intimidating beast and nodded with a bit of confidence, "N-nice to meet you, Garchomp.."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /Cynthia stood back upright and gave her Pokemon a pat on the shoulder and a half smile. She felt fully responsible for what happened to her Pokemon but any time she would try to apologize Garchomp would just place one of his scythes on her shoulder and shake his head as if to say "No need to apologize." Even after all the years together, she still wish she could fix what she style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Cynthia?" Sophie moved closer to her with a worried look on her face. "Can I ask you something?"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Sure, what is it my dear?"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"A few months ago.. me and mommy got separated. I was brought here to be looked after by my grandpa, but he also is gone now."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"I see... and you want to know if I know where your grandpa is?" Cynthia thought she knew what the girl was going to ask...br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"No... I know where he is... he's one with Hoenn." Sophie looked down at her small shoes and hugged her Torchic style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Oh, I am so sorry..." Cynthia knelt down beside the little girl and wrapped her arms around her in a tight embrace. "What was your grandpa's name?"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /The small child pressed her face into the woman's shoulder and spoke the name of her grandpa in a muffled tone that caused Cynthia to gasp and pull away from the girl to look her in the style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Then your mother is.."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /It was unmistakable. The color of the hair, her eyes, the doll. She couldn't believe she didn't realize it style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"My mommy.. her name is May.."/p