The Origins of Scarlet Devore
My mother named me after a fairytale. Of course, she swore on her life that it was true, but most fantasy tales are nonexistent, true or not, when you live in Canalave City. The story I was always told was about a boy named Red, who came from a region far, far away (go figure). He never set foot in our precious Sinnoh (another little clue about the truthfulness of this story), but he did so many great things his stories engraved themselves upon the minds of elders who came to my region years later.
Red was a legend in and of himself, fighting every trainer and gym leader he could find until he stood champion above everyone. Team Rocket, some odd group of evildoers in Kanto, fell quickly at his experienced hands. There was no one that would rise against him, not even his once rival Blue. Every trainer should aspire to be him, every boy desiring his strength, every girl desiring him.
Hearing this story as a child, I thought it was nonsense. Sure, it seemed steeped in magic, but the root of it irritated me. I don't want to be a trainer anymore than a Lucario strives to be a Bidoof. My place was and would always be among the books and knowledge of the Canalave Library. Although I did have my one obligatory Pokémon, a birthday present from five years ago, it remained a lazy Turtwig, seemingly sharing my disinterest for adventure.
Still, my mother thought that every child would love to be named after an aggressive storybook character, and since Red was a garish name for a girl (or, in my opinion, anyone), I was christened Scarlet Dawn Devore. Dawn was for my mother's sister, I believe, although I never really asked. I don't mind the name, although it grates on my patience to watch everyone I meet hear my name and expect… well… something redder. Don't ask me why, but apparently being named Scarlet dictates that you must have red hair, a fiery personality, and just positively glow. The real Scarlet: Brown hair pulled into a braid, murky green eyes, quiet, well read, and everything but glowing.
With my father gone so often in the Canalavian Forces, it's usually up to me to make sure mom keeps track of everything and that the library is kept in pristine condition. That way, when Dad comes back, he'll see that we could hold down the fort without him. He's been away for a while, trying to keep Unova from invading Twinleaf. Out on the ocean, they say it's a war zone, every man for himself and every self on the edge of death.
I prefer to stay out of the war these days and instead study times of peace. The library never runs out of things to study or read, and I've sworn that by the time I inherit it, I will have read every book. That way, I will always be able to guide people towards topics of interest and tell them about our wonderful region in every way I can.
Yes, I am content to spend my seasons in the nice, air conditioned comfort of the book rooms. Outside, there is nothing that will ever come close to the happiness of knowing things others do not. Yet sometimes, if I hit a boring spot in the material or just can't find it in myself to read, my eyes are drawn to the window; through which you can see the streets of Canalave, deserted and lonely. There, a little pit begins to dig through my heart, for it is all too clear to me that I am not the only thing in Canalave that has lost its glow.