The moon filtered through the glass that covered the window, Aria takes a deep breath as she lays in the comfort of her Tyranitar Bean Bag chair, Alphones laying in her lap. She gently scratched at his neck, making the small mouse brux his teeth. Her green eyes gaze at the leather bound notebook, softly rubbing the spine.
Shaking her head, she slowly opens it up, blinking at the blue and purple diamond shaped jewel that was hidden behind the cover.
"What's this?" She mutters to Alphonse as the tip of her finger touches the jewel. She gasps as she feels a pull in her aura, the diamond glowing a brilliant light before a bright light bursts from it. Aria closes her, blinking back spots but her mouth drops open in shock.
Standing before her, in holographic form, was none other than James and Lily Potter.
"Hey Bambi…. If you get this, that means we're dead…but you're alive," Aria gulps as she stares at James Potter. She had seen pictures of her dad before, Teacher making sure to find any when she learned she had no idea what her parents look like. But this holographic image… it made it look like they were really there. He was tall and thin, his hair sticking in the back just how Aria's used to when her Aunt Petunia forced her to keep it short. Even from the blue shine of aura that made this possible that his eyes were a bright hazel.
"But don't go blaming yourself for that," Lily Potter sternly states. Her green eyes stares at Aria as if she could really see her, "we both knew the consequences of fighting in this War..we just hope and pray to Arceus that you weren't one of them,"
"Right now as we record this your taking a nap, tiring yourself after a day of pulling fur from Apollo,"
"He is not going to allow you near him for a while after that," her mother laughs, eyes growing wet, "I'm so sorry baby… my precious emerald. I'm sorry we won't be there to watch you grow, to not comfort you when things get too much, to not be there when you need us,"
"I'm sorry we won't be able to take you to Diagon, to see you get your starter. To send you off to Hogwarts, to send emails back and forth as you tell us of any mischief or adventures you got into,"
"The only thing we are not sorry for is that with our deaths, you are alive. That you will be able to grow up to be the strong independent girl we both know you will be. That you know that we love you so much Bambi. That you will be able to experience life because it is so wonderful. Always remember that Aria, even when everything is bleak, there is more to life."
Aria sniffles, covering her mouth with her hand, tears streaming down her face. Alphonse looks up at her and squeaks, crawling up her shirt so he could lick off the tears.
"Now…we don't have much time…this shard of a time flower won't be able to record everything we want to say to you. The journal you found the shard in is my copy of the Family's secret, our history. Like many Potters before me I wrote it down and then burned the old one, adding my own notes to it. I hope that one day you will do the same, adding your own story. The Potters have always been attuned to Ghost Type Pokemon, even if you decide to become a generalist you will find that your team…well they will have a lot of ghost types on it," her father laughs a bit rubbing the back of his head, "The journal will greatly help you, I promise that Aria. Take what the journal says to heart and learn from it…but don't let others bully you…don't let others tell you what to believe…keep an open mind Bambi. Do better than I did…I was a jerk to many, a bully, mostly to Slytherins…I don't doubt that many joined Voldemort because of what me and my friends did to them," her father looked sad, guilt in his eyes as his mother gently takes his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Don't let prejudice and fear cloud your mind Aria,"
"Ok…now it's my turn," her mother smiles gently, "I don't have a noble family like James here but I can give you some advice. Be kind and compassionate, respect others on how they treat you. People will make mistakes, they always will so you may forgive them but if they keep making mistakes…if they are nice to you but mean to others…cruel to others…don't," Aria blinks when she sees a flash of anger in her mother's eyes, "Because someone cruel to others is not a true friend for you Aria. Make true friends that will stick with you for both the thick and thin. For all the troubles and sadness, for all the pain so they can help you stand. I wish we had more time, wish that I could wrap you in a hug and tell you everything is ok…I hope Sirius and Remus can do that in my stead. Aria…mama loves you, dada love. You are so loved, Aria. So loved. Aria be safe. Be strong."
Aria watches as both her parents smile at her, before the image of them faded away…the shard glows a bit before fading away. Her shoulders shook as a quiet sob ripped from her throat, "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…" she whispers, but that didn't feel enough. Her whole body felt numb, deep shame and guilt running through her…her eyes closed shut, but she could still feel the tears building up, still feel them dripping down her face. She swallowed, again and again, trembling badly. Her shoulder, where her automail met flesh ached badly as she viciously rubbed at her eyes
Her mind went to that day, the blood, the twitching bodies…more tears stung her eyes but she hiccups when a nose nuzzles into her arms.
"Cyn," blinking, she looks down at Alphonse who placed his chin on her arm. With trembling arms she picks up the Cyndaquil and hugs him close to her chest, pushing her face in his soft warm fur as she cries. With every sobbed escape from her made her throat burn, she cried for the loss of her parents. Cried for the loss of two people she will never get to really know. Cried for the people who gave up their lives so she can live hers.
She cried for the shame that she had killed them a second time.
"Alright I want everyone to be on their guard and focus," Barty states, eyeing the men that stood on the deck of the ferry they were riding along the icy cold waters of the Jokul Sea. "Everyone make sure you have your gas masks on tight and secure, we don't want any of you dropping down screaming in terror,"
The men shiver, but not from the cold as they all bring their hands up to make sure their gas masks were correctly on. Barty nods his head at that, "now make sure you have either a steel type or a fighting type beside you, they will be your greatest ally on the Isles of Pitch,"
Barty looks down at Boultund who frowns before huffing. Smiling apologetically he returns him into his PokeBall before throwing up another. In a flash of white, a rodent Pokémon with orange fur and tan coloration on their forepaws, snout and long fluffy tail. The Pawmot shivers glaring at him but Barty pats his head, scratching behind his ears as he looks at the Isles.
Like many of league Officials, at least those who weren't lining up the pockets of higher up, hated this place. Once belonging to a member of the Black Family, whose name has all but been erased throughout history, only known to the world as Pitch Black. The man wanted to be known, he wanted to be fear… and he was only stopped by an elite group of Aura Guardians…and an Ice Aura Guardian who had recently joined. The story said that the boy, Jokul Frosti had released a great wave of aura that froze the very sea, trapping a Pitch in his very fortress, making it his own grave.
Nowadays the Nevermore League uses it, the isles having been donated by the Black Family to wash the blood off their hands. Now it was a prison, built to hold Grimm's worst criminals…. And traitors.
Barty shivers as he leads the group towards the fortress, the crack of gravel as they walk the only thing they could hear. Barty heard a whimper from behind him as a Honchkrow landed in a branch. At least it looked like some kind of Honchkrow. A dark black veil that came underneath its large feather crest hid most of its face, only for a large golden beak tipped and embroidered with sapphire. With a flap of its wings, a white sort of smog emerges, drifting over to them… it was only thanks to their masks that they didn't fall down and sob.
Wailing Smogs, the name of this Pokémon…. If you could call it a Pokémon. The correct term would be Demonic Pokémon, a subspecies of Pokémon like the Ultra Beasts of Alola and the Paradox Pokémon of Paldea. No one knew how Pitch Black was able to do it, but he was able to not only keep them on the isles, but was able to breed them. With their own poison, they can bring up a person's worst memories, making them curl up and sob to Arceus himself to end it all. Which is why the League thinks they made good guards for Azkaban.
"Ah! Ace Crouch!" Barty frowns as Jackson Borgin rubs his hands together, trying to keep warm. Like them he wore a gas mask, to keep the poison of the Wailing Smogs out of his body. Beside him was a Scrafty that was hissing at them, as if like the Guards, hated the fact that they were taking someone out of the fortress. "Is this… really necessary? We all know that he betrayed them! Who cares if he didn't get a trial?"
"Jackson's father owns Borgin and Burkes, a known antique shop in Knockturn Alley. A known place that Lucius Malfoy visits to gain… antiques that he can say belong to his family for years. I wouldn't be surprised if Lucius got Jackson this job… and now he's trying to keep Black here so he can find a way to make his son the heir," he shakes his head, "And what will happen if word gets out that he never had a trial? Do you want all the Families to be after the heads of the League for letting this happen, because I'm sure that Minister Fudge will gladly let you take the blame," Borgin shivers in fear and Barty had to hold back the urge to roll his eyes, "If he is truly guilty, then at least it will be proven without a doubt,"
"Y-yes Ace Crouch," Jackson whimpers but soon leads them inside. He rubs at his arms, "he is in… the dining hall,"
"You have someone you think is the worst traitor in all of the regions…" one person looks at the warden in confusion, "not locked in their cell 24/7 and eating with the other prisoners?"
Borgin rubs his hands, "he's actually very calm. Unlike the other members of Team Ouroboros that we have locked in these walls. Well behave actually, so as procedures state we can't lock him up all the time unless he shows that he's a danger to himself or others,"
They entered a large room filled with tables that would fit in a public school's cafeteria. Many of the inmates were either talking to each other, some trying to flirt (badly at that), or some just on their own, reading a book as they ate their meal. Most of the people here were just down on their luck, having getting caught doing something they really shouldn't, or they had anger a high ranking member of society and was thrown in.
But Barty's eyes flicker to the man they were here for. The man was sitting by himself, his dark grey eyes having bags underneath them. Though he was eating, it looked like he wasn't eating enough as the prison grab seem to be too big for him, one side slipping off his shoulder. His skin was gaunt, almost sinking into his face. His hair that was once lustrous hair was now matted and knotted.
"Heir Black?" The man looked up at Barty, snorting a bit.
"I think you got the wrong person," he states before going back to his food, "by my dear old mum. She didn't take well to me running away my aunt when I was sixteen,"
"You were only disowned by your mother, your grandfather didn't make it official," Sirius looks up at that, "Heir Black you are to come with us. It has been informed that you had not gotten a trial. You are to come with us to a holding cell in a secret location until said trial,"
Sirius stares at them, looking at them in disbelief. His shoulders shook and for a moment Barty thought he was about to break down crying…. But instead chuckles began to erupt from his throat. His eyes welled up in tears but a great face splitting grin form on his face, "it's about bloody time!" He laughs as he stands up, "get me out of here… I had enough time to stew on what I want to say to those people of the council,"
"Wooooooooo!" Aria smiles, screaming in joy as the wind blows through her hair, "this is how you travel! Go Drago! Go!"
"Kori!" The Winged King, the ancient paradox form of Cylinder roared in agreement, running even a bit faster than it just was. Imelda rolls her eyes but she too was smiling as she directed Drago towards Nevermore City.
Laughing, Aria looked up to the approaching City, fireworks blasting into the air. Today was the Introduction Ceremony for the Nevermore Conference. Out of the two regions Galar and Grimm made such big deals about their Conferences, and even then Grimm was the one to throw a huge party. "Though Grimm would find any excuse to throw a party,"
Aria looked around in amazement as Drago slowed down to a trot, walking through the streets. She ignored how many people turned to look at Drago. The whole city was decorated, with strings of lights, streamers, giant balloons of Pokemon. Many kids were running around, going to roller coaster rides or the bumper cards.
But Aria's eyes landed on Nevermore's Stadium. It was Grimm's largest stadium, and had to be since its where the Nevermore Conference was held. Illuminated with lights, the great stadium like the other gyms was a huge castle. Seven slim, round towers connected by reinforced, narrow walls made of dark grey stones. Ornate windows are scattered here and there across the walls in an asymmetric pattern. Long ago it had been home to a king, long forgotten but after renovations the inside of the castle has been removed, allowing a huge battlefield to take it's place.
Aria slips off Drago's back, her boots landing on the stone ground. Unlike her regular clothing, Aria was wearing a black dress shirt with the arms being an emerald green. She wore an emerald green cloak that hung down below her shoulders, a belt wrapped around her that was a brown bronze held by a golden buckle. The dress pants were dark black, with an emerald green split skirt that came just above the knee, the splits wide enough to see both legs.
Her teacher smiles, nodding her head to the entrance to where Tonks and Andromeda were waiting, "I'll come pick you up once all this is over…please try to not punch anyone just because they made you mad,"
"No promises Teacher," Aria chirps before she heads over, waving goodbye to both Imelda and Drago.
"Look at you," Tonks smirked, "Fix yourself up nicely. Still wearing the boots I see,"
Aria smiles, "The boots are my mark…and they were my first true gift I have ever gotten. Hope you don't mind that I wore a suit and not a dress," she taps at her automail arm, "This doesn't really work well with dress,"
"You look presentable," Andromeda smiles, "This is going be your first introduction as Heiress Potter," she nods to the ring that Aria had on her finger, "The other Most Ancient and Most Noble Families will be present, so it is best to be prepared,"
Aria nodded her head, Tonks giving her a pat on the back before they headed to the Stadium. Following Andromeda, walking past many people, who turned their gazes at the three ladies, they went up a flight of stairs. Aria grips Alphonse's Pokeball which hung tightly on belt, her heart pounding as they enter the room.
Many eyes turn to them, people turning away from their conversations. The booth was more like a small ballroom, mostly filled with tables where the guests sat, drinking and eating as they softly talked to each other. Aria subtly takes a deep breath to calm herself. Even though the Potters had given up their status as Gym Leaders years ago, they were still high ranking in Grimm's nobility. And many would be curious about her.
"Hello cousin," Aria yelps, her hand going to her chest as she turns to see Daphne smirking at her. The girl was wearing a beautiful light blue dress that went down to her ankles, a blue rose clip on the shoulder, "REady to meet the others?"
Panting she slightly glares at her but nods. Turning her head she nods her head goodbye to Andromeda as Tonks and Daphne led her to a table where a group of children of many ages sat, "Malfoy not here?"
"Oh no," Daphne shakes her head, "Though they wish they were. The Malfoys have been trying to get their hands on Gym Status since Abraxas Malfoy came here from Kalos. They almost got it at the end of the Civil War but it was decided that the Weasley Family will earn the status,"
"Definitely didn't help with dear old dad's relationship with Lucius," Aria blinks, thinking at first she was seeing double. But no, she was in fact seeing twins. Two boys about the age of thirteen with bright red hair, both having blue eyes with flecks of brown in them. On the back of their chairs was a Braviary and a Mandibuzz. The Mandibuzz was snickering at another red haired boy, wearing horned rim glasses while a male Unfezant was squawking madly at her.
The boy glared at the two twins before he stood up, holding out his hand, "Heiress Potter, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Heir Percivel Ignatius of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Weasley," he shakes Aria's hand, smiling at her gently, "These are my twin brothers, Fred Gareth and George Micahel of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Weasley,"
"Oh are you going to mention that you're the Heir to everyone, Perce?" one twin smirks, crossing his arms, "You only been mentioning it all day,"
"All week,"
"All month,"
"All summer," the twins smirks, saying it both at the same time as Perce glares at them.
"Congratulations on becoming Heir, Percy," Daphne nods her head, taking a seat while Aria follows her example, "We all knew it was a matter of time after your older brother Bill decided to work for the Julian Family that you will pick up the mantle. No offense to your twin, Charlie but he is more focus on becoming a researcher of Dragon Types,"
Percy nodded his head, a slight smile on his face, "It is true and no offense at all. He's actually taking some summer courses, he's hoping that by the time he graduates that the Blackthorns of Johto will hire him in their Dragon Sanctuary,"
"If anyone in Grimm could do it," a boy with dark brown hair that curled around his ears smiles. He leans down a bit, scratching the ears of a Midday Lycanroc who happily looks up from his bowl, which was filled with meat. The boy smiles, his light blue eyes shining, "Heir Cedric Amos of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Diggory. Pleasure to meet you Heiress Potter,"
Aria smiles, "And it's a pleasure to meet you too, Heir Diggory," she grabs a glass filled with ice, smiling when she sees a bottle of Dr. Pepper and begin to pour.
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Tonks sat next to Diggory, fist bumping the boy who smiles before he looks over, "I see that Ron isn't here. What up with that Percy,"
Percy sighs pushing up his glasses, "Ginny threw a fit that she couldn't come. Said it wasn't fair that she will be the only Weasley to not be allowed to go. Even though Luna was coming over since she still has one year to go before she is allowed to,"
Aria blinks at that, turning her head to Daphne, "It's a tradition for those of Gym Families to not be allowed to go to the Introduction Ceremony until you have your first Pokemon. Its why my sister, Astoria isn't here as well,"
One of the twins, Aria guessing this was Fred, nods his head, "Yeah so she threw a fit, so mum decided that Ron can wait one more year so that way both him and Ginny can go,"
'That is not going to do well with Weasely's self esteem," a boy who seemed about Aria's age. A bit tall and weedy, the boy had light purple hair and yellow eyes. In his lap was a Pokemon that resembled a bright blue shrimp. The Clauncher glare at them with yellow eyes, making many of them turn away. Seeing that many had their Pokemon out, Aria unclips Alphonse's Pokeball and released the Cyndaquil onto her lap. She smiles slightly scratching at his neck while giving him a biscuit.
"Oh we know," George said, throwing a piece of meat to the Braviary, "But mum won't see it that way. Now don't give us wrong she loves us, we all know she does. But she prioritized. Bill graduated and now is working for the Juilian Family but he was Head Boy and ws Prefect throughout his last years since his fifth year. Charlie was the Captain of the Royal Raid, and now Percy is Prefect," the boy puffs out his chest making his brother roll their eyes, "The most we get out of mum is her yelling at us for not doing more in classes or focusing on our pranks,"
"Oh, don't forget when she sent that loud email that screamed at us for getting sorted into Slytherin," Fred mutters, making Percy wince at that, "Ron gets mostly ignored because Ginny is the girl mum had been wanting. He's actually really smart, a tactical genius with how he's always playing chess… and winning,"
"Hopefully at Hogwarts he gets his moment to shine," Percy mutters but before they could say anything else, the stadium darken as a hole appeared in the center of the field. A platform slowly began to rise as a man, smiling brightly and wearing a bowler hat spread his arms, "Welcome, one and all. Welcome to the wonderful region of Grimm! Our beloved region is a wonderful place for any beginning or expert trainer to have a journey in. With thriving nature, beautiful cities and many Pokemon with which we share our lives! Yes Pokemon are all around us, in the sea, in the sky, and even with us in our towns! And those of us who chose to raise and train Pokemon to do battle and compete we call Pokemon trainers!"
People cheered from the stands, all screaming in excitement. But to Aria's confusion there was only polite clapping.
"He's copying Minister Rose from Galar…isn't he?" a girl with blonde hair in pigtails asked, scratching the chin of a Growlithe.
A boy, sitting next to her, trembling as he held a Chikorita close to his chest nodded, "He is…Gran…says he wants to make it short this y-year but also wants to make a big impact. And you know how some think of Galar…."
The others hum but turns their attention back to the man who laughs, "Oh! But I'm getting carried away. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Corneilus Fudge, the Prime Minister of Grimm and it is a pleasure to be here. Now…turn your gaze to Grimm's most beloved Pokemon Trainer…the Top Champion- Valmont Malfoy!"
Sparks erupted from the field, smoke rising before a roar rang out, blowing the smoke away. The clang of scales rang in their ears as a large dragon stood in the center of the field. With a body of mostly grey scales, the top of its head covered by an elaborate arrangement of yellow scales, the Kommo-o bends down before lifting its head up to roar proudly to the crowd.
Standing next to them was a tall man with medium tan skin. Wearing a green suit over a black shirt and yellow tie, his blue eyes shine with pride. His blond hair was tied back in a pony tail, but sways in the wind from Kommo-o's roar.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I Top Champion of Grimm, Valmont Malfoy would like to thank Minster Fudge for his words. But I know that everyone gather here, or those watching from home have all been waiting for this moment! It is my pleasure to announce that today is the beginning of the Nevermore League Conference!" he smirks leaning against his cane, "Participants must defeat the eight Gym Leaders and gather the eight Gym Badges to prove their skills as a Trainer! Only the most worthy will have the honor of challenging my Elite Four and if they are able to beat them, will they be allow to face me in battle!"
Kommo-o snorts at this, as if not believing it. Valmont chuckles patting him on the back, "Now I will like to invite the gym leaders to show themselves!" He gestures with his cane to the entrance, spotlight illuminating it as eight figures walk onto the field.
"From the city of Goosegold, our Flying Type Master. Here comes the Collector himself, Lord Arthur Weasley!"
The big screen showed a man with thinning red hair and green eyes behind a pair of glasses. He waves out at the crowd, wearing a modified version of the uniform that Trainers taking the Gym Challenge wore. Wearing a bright blue shirt with white clouds, black shorts with white leggings underneath. She swore she heard some people laugh, making Percy, Fred and George growl angrily underneath their breaths.
"From Hunthowl City, hidden between the Drawf's Mine and Wonder forest. Our Rock Type Master, The Hunter himself, Lord Amos Diggory!"
"Go Dad! Cedric claps wildly, smiling as a man with scruffy brown beard walks among the field. His matching brown hair went to his shoulders, and like Arthur Weasley, he wore glasses, which he pushed up as they were slipping down on his nose.
"From the madness of Hatterfall City, The Master of Fairy, The Mad Hatter, Lord Xenophillus Lovegood!"
People laugh madly as the man with white shoulder length hair, spins across the field. His arms were spread wide as he laughed, almost falling down a couple of times. But he always wobbles back onto his feet.
"From the beaches of Shellfork City, allow me to introduce you to Lady Eleanor Nott, our Mistress of Water Types!"
A gorgeous woman with long purple hair that went to her mid back, strutted across the field. Wearing a leather black jacket over her Gym uniform, her yellow eyes rolling as Lord Lovegood almost knocked into her. But she gently grabbed the man's arm to steady him.
"From the home of our lovely hot springs, Cindersteed City's Fire Type Mistress, Audrey Abbot!"
"There's mom, Neville!" the girl with the Growlithe smiles, quickly standing up, jumping up and down in excitement. "This is so much better than watching on tv!"
A woman, very much looking like her daughter, but with black hair instead of blond smiles as she waves at the crowd. Next to her an older woman, wearing a Mandibuzz hat, (George had to softly pet Madibuzz to calm her down at seeing that," shakes her head as she whispers something to Lady Abbot.
"From deep within the forests, Rubyapple City's Gym Leader, Lady Augusta Longbottom!"
"I…don't think I want to make her mad," Aria whispers to Daphne, making the girl snort quietly behind her hand.
"Smart thinking," Daphne smirks, "Lady Augustus is only the Gym Leader until Neville," she nods her head over to the boy holding the Chikorita, "Is old enough to take over the don't let her fool you. She is very powerful since she is the sixth ranked Gym Leader,"
Daphne's blue eyes then lit up as, but she sat calmly, as a man with the same blue eyes as he walked onto the field. His white hair was cut short and was mostly hidden under a brown trapper's hat, one that mushers usually wore. "From the Icy cold mountain island, the Gym Leader of Frostwind City, and someone who really knows how to let it go, Lord Mason Greengrass!"
Aria and Tonks then sat up more as Grandfather Arcturus calmly walked next. The presence of her great-grandfather made Aria shiver. The way he calmly walked onto the field, even when some people had the guts to boo him, shows how much he really cared for this. Valmont nods his head, "And finally but no least. From the thorn kingdom of Briarspin City, the Master of Darkness himself, Lord Arcturus Black!"
The crowd watched as the Gym Leaders stood proudly in line, in front of Valmont. They stood proudly, staring at the audience, with no fear in their eyes. "These are the Gym Leaders that we in the Grimm Region are proud to call our own! They will be doing everything, pushing you to earn the badge to be allow to participate in the Nevermore League Conference," Valmont smirks, "There you will show us those very skills in a tournament where there can only be one victor, who will have the honor of trying against my Elite Four," he smirks before he leans against his cane.
"So…I will wish you luck Trainers…and for those who are going on a different path beside the Conference as well. This day marks the beginning of your story, of your legend, and I hope that you all have nerves of steel to face the challenge,"
Aria listens, head tilting, "Ya know…there are some people who see this good way to assaiante him and the Minister," everyone turns to her with wide eyes and she shrugs her shoulders before taking a sip of her drink. "I'm just saying, in the future they might want to rethink on how they conduct the Introduction Ceremony,"
"Heiress Potter," Cedric laughs a bit, eyeing her nervously, "You…you're scary you know that?"
But you all have much to learn about the world, I hope you all put on a good show my naive young Trainers..Good luck with your journeys and may the odds be ever in your favor…because I shall be waiting for you," he smiles spreading out his arms once more as fireworks shoot out into the air. Roars and cheers erupting and filling the very air, making everyone's ears ring loudly. Aria couldn't help but smile, picking up Alphonse so he could see more, a grin spreading on her face.
Today was the Introduction Ceremony, but tomorrow was her first step. Tomorrow she will be going to Hogwarts, entering its halls to learn to be a Trainer.
And she couldn't wait.
First Questions
Aria will not be getting an absol, but I already have someone plan to get one. Since I too love Absol since I love absol as well. She won't be getting an eevee sorry. I'm trying my best to not copy Mr. Chaos work and even though Alphonse is taking a differetn form and path than Firebolt I don't want to give her the same team as from that series. Legendary, I don't know but if I do it won't be until maybe fourth year...the whole series is still in the works and I'm trying my best to not rush in.
The green sparks are just her aura reacting to her anger. and its green because of reasons that i will not reveal...also her Family Crest was just reflecting in her eyes..I was being a bit of dramatic at the end.
She might get a Perrito base Pokemon but Aria's Kitty Softpaws is her cousin Daphne! I hope that I can build up the friendship these two girls will have on as the series goes on.
Now...Demonic Beasts are Grimm's version of paradox and Ultra Beast...I'm still working on the, but they will be in fact replacing a lot of the more magical creatures. Which is why on Ao3 there is fakemon. Wailing Smogs are Honchkrows that take the place of Dementors. They looked like plague doctors but with a veil over their face, their poison makes the target relive their worst memory. They are dark and poison types so they are now weak to fighting types, but it's a smart thing to bring a steel type with you to face them. Anyway I hope you all enjoy! please leave a comment please!