Johanna handed her daughter a cup of tea. "Try to relax sweetie."
"Alright," Dawn nodded, taking the tea. She took a sip and winced "It's so hot." She breathed on it to cool it down but ice shot out of her mouth and froze the cup. Dawn shrieked and jumped up. "Mom! I froze the cup!"
"Oh dear," Johanna muttered, spotting the chunk of ice.
"That seemed like a pokémon move," Glameow observed.
"Yeah, doesn't Buneary know ice beam?" Umbreon asked.
"Yeah, and Mamoswine knows ice shard and ice fang," Piplup reminded them.
"Dawn, where are your pokémon?" Glameow asked.
"My pokémon? They're on my belt," Dawn answered, reaching for her belt, only to remember that her normal belt had been replaced with a gold ring.
"That's not good," Johanna sighed.
"Ah! Where are my pokémon!?" Dawn shouted in horror.
"Maybe, when you turned into this, you absorbed them or something," Glameow suggested.
"I 'absorbed' my pokémon?" Dawn breathed in horror.
"Well, now that I think about, you must have used bounce and dizzy punch to save me," Piplup realized.
"That would explain where they went," Johanna noted. "And why you could use ice beam. You must have absorbed them and learned their moves. Let's test it out." Johanna picked up the ice covered cup and walked outside with her daughter. She set it down on the ground and took a step back. "Try channeling Quilava and use flamethrower." Dawn nodded and took a deep breath before releasing it, and a large stream of fire with it. Dawn squeaked and covered her mouth, canceling the attack.
"Well, that explains where your pokémon went," Umbreon muttered, staring at the melted and misshapen cup.
"I'm sorry," Dawn sniffed.
"Don't worry, honey. I can buy a new mug," Johanna assured her.
"No you can't," Dawn cried, stomping her foot. "That was dad's mug! His special mug!"
"Honey," Johanna frowned. "Calm down, it will be alright." Dawn sniffed and fell to her knees, crying. Piplup rushed over to its trainer and cuddled into her.
"It'll be alright," Piplup assured her, beginning to cry as well.
"Come on, sweetie," Johanna frowned, helping her daughter back into the house.
"Well, why don't you try keeping your mind off of it," Johanna suggested, opening the door to the attic. "This attic is in need of cleaning and you never know what you'll find. I always get relaxed when I'm cleaning the attic."
"Alright, I'll try," Dawn nodded. "I hope I don't use another move."
"Just keep calm," Johanna assured her. "You'll do fine." Johanna patted her shoulder and left her daughter alone. Dawn took a deep breath and nodded.
"Time to get to work," She smiled.
After an hour of cleaning Dawn felt much more relaxed but her fear would spike every so often when she realized she was still different. The blunette pulled a box of books up and walked over to a bookcase that would store them. She tripped over a rolled up rug and the books spread out onto the ground, causing a dust cloud to form. Dawn coughed and picked up the books, placing them back in the box. She froze when she saw one wrapped in cloth. She opened it carefully and found a leather bound book with lock on it. She brushed her fingers against the clasp. A light formed at the tip of her fingers. The small ball of light swirled with color, putting Dawn in a trance. The light floated down towards the book and entered the lock. With a soft click the clasp opened and Dawn smiled. She opened the book and noticed a letter tucked in the front page. She unfolded the paper and looked at it.
Dear Dawn
This is my personal journal, and it was my mother's before me, as well as my grandfather's. This journal has been passed down through the generations for a special reason. It is more precious than life itself and must be protected at all costs. Inside this journal you will read about the journeys of your family. Before the stories begin, an explanation must be given. I know you must be freaking out right now, and I apologize for not being able to comfort you. You have transformed. It must be a scary thing, but it is natural. For our family at least, and a few others. You are a Legend Catcher. An extraordinary being that will catch the legendary pokémon, and become friends with them, protect them. Inside this journal you will find a guide on the Legend Catchers. There is also a number that I want you to call as soon as you transform back, it will be in the book. They'll be able to help you and train you better than I ever could. Please, be careful,
Love
Your Father
Dawn read the letter once more, not believing what was written. "Wait a minute, I'm supposed to befriend the legendary pokémon?" she gasped. Mesprit flashed through her mind, as did all the other legendaries she encountered on her journey. "Dad…why did you never tell me…" she cried, holding the book close.
"Dawn?" Johanna called, entering the girl's room. She saw her daughter sitting on her bed with her pokéballs in front of her. Dawn had returned to normal. "Dawn, are you okay?" Johanna asked, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"Did you know…?" Dawn whispered.
"Know what?" Johanna asked. Dawn limply held up the letter for her mother. Johanna took it and read it through quickly. "No…I didn't know…" she muttered, sitting next to her daughter.
"It's all dad's fault that I'm like this," Dawn sighed. "He was like this too, and now it's been passed onto me."
"Dawn, I'm sure it isn't that bad," Johanna whispered, wrapping an arm around her.
"I'm a freak," Dawn muttered, burying her head in her knees.
"No you're not, now come on. Why don't you have some tea, I'll make it cooler this time," Johanna smirked.
"Alright, I'll be down in a second," Dawn agreed. Johanna nodded and left her daughter's room. Dawn took out the journal and flipped through the pages, finding the number.