I'm Gothitelle. I can see sparkles among the crowd. Carnivine and Beeheeyem have just been tooken to their possible deaths. I know I'm not going to be chosen, I mean the odds are 1/647. What do you freaking think? I'd hate to be one of the tributes. I start thinking about this, my psychic brain smarts and I, but we freeze when we hear the female representing District 2. It's Gothitelle of Generation 5. I don't like the sound of that. I'm hoping it's just my mind messing with me when my former mentor for battling, Wailmer of Gen 3 is picked.
* switches to Wailmer*
I don't really get any visitors but Wailord, my friend's dad, who wishes me luck in the PokeGames. I wish him luck in the next 10 sectors.
*switches to Gothitelle*
The first visitor I get is my granddaughter, Gothita, and she's so beautiful, but toxic tears are falling from her eyes. She's crying, not talking. I lean into her shoulder. "Everything is going to be alright, Princess, I promise, you're the queen of battling, and remember to save the Pokemon for me."
Gothita's time was up, and my daughter, Gothorita came next. She wasn't crying. She was yelling. "Try hard for us. If you lose we won't have anything to rely on. You need to win these games, mother, I, we need you to. Just... do it for the family. "Oh-O- she left.
My third visitor was Caecae, a regurlar trainer from the town, I was the first pokemon to defeat him and his Infernape. " You can win, Gothitelle. I know you can. I'll win leagues, sponsor you. Promise me you'll try to, though." he said. "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to kill my fellow poekmon-" "If you don't, they'll kill you first. Good day, Gothitelle."