Left to Rot
Author Notes: So...this goes out to my friend Sen, and two of my nieces that are big into pokemon. As per usual a little conversation and it becomes the next latest obsession for the next several months haha. Welp...I don't own Pokemon. Let's go.
Diary Entry 1-
Dark clouds loom over me while writing. Currently three in the morning. It's a bit odd for me to be up-i'm the type to sleep in until the sun is burning holes onto my head- let alone to be up writing. I'm sure if any of my friends were here, they'd be saying how weird it is for me to write at all.
Writing under any circumstance just isn't something I enjoy, regardless of how good or bad I may be, but I promised my parents that I would keep records of everything that I can recall to the best of my ability and this was as good a time as any to get started. It's quiet.
In fact the only noise I can hear is the sound of my pencil scratching the paper and the soft snores surrounding my seat. About a dozen people alongside me are flying high with the luggage in the cargo bay and a buzz in the air. It seems even the attendants are lost to the realm of dreams.
I can only hope it remains peaceful. It's strange being on a plane, not like when flying on a pokemon. I'm not sure how high exactly, but the world below me is small. The ocean, the islands and cities that we once in a while rush past...are tiny things that made me anxious. We'll be at our destination soon.
This is my first time flying solo, let alone for an important mission as this. I'm just a volunteer nurse. Yes I went to school, studying under one of the many Nurse Joy's who was the pride of the pokemon medical field, but this-I don't know, I feel out of my league.
Of course, when they requested for people to come and help once the news reached the world, I shot to my feet in an instant but still...I'm nervous. No one could believe that there was an outbreak. That the Pariya region was quarantined and requested help.
Pariya is-was- for simplistic terms, an isolated region to begin with. Across the long seas, it nestles on the far, far corner of the map, where the closest region to it is Alola, takes a week long journey by boat, about two days by plane.
According to my research, a whooping six articles that I found time to breeze through while waiting for delays at the airport, the region was originally part of Alola. Back in the older times, Alola was actually just one massive piece of land, only to split into sections due to the mighty storms that reeked havoc.
Pariya was one of those pieces that just kept getting farther and farther over time, until a storm so massive, so intense that very few of the locals that lived in that section survived. It was through determination and the help of the pokemon that kept it from being swallowed by the waves.
Over time, the Pariyans managed to stabilize the mass of land, keeping it from moving and even further expanding it, becoming it's own little region with tourists being the big reason for its economic prosper. It also helped that the locals have been very strict with keeping to their customs and traditions.
Herbal medicine made from the pokemon and land they lived with. Clothes stitched by hand. Very rural, even though phones and other high tech gadgets were slowly making their way, the civilians preferred a bird pokemon messenger.
All the more reason for why it's a big deal that they not only closed off the region with little exception, but also requested outside help, allowing droves of volunteers with technology and medicine so foreign to them to come. But I can see why everyone's up in arms about this.
There's not much detail going around, but the reason for the lockdown is enough to spike panic. An infection of some kind, affecting both humans and pokemon, highly dangerous, highly contagious with no cure found. Sounds like something out of a horror movie.
As awful as it sounds, it was a good thing it started there. Had it been in a place like Kanto or Sinnoh, it would've been far worse-so it's no wonder the Champions and other high-ranking officials sprung into action the moment news got out.
A cure needed to be made, the infection had to be stopped. Again, way out of my league. I'm not a hero, or some savior. Just an assistant nurse at my hometown's pokemon center with an eevee as my only roommate in a cheap, barren three-room apartment.
Hell I sleep more at the center than my own place with how busy I am. There's always something to do, someone to help. Maybe that's why I was one of the first to volunteer to do this? My soft heart can't bare to see any pokemon in pain, even the more mischievous ones like gengar or misdreavus.
So with my supplies, my pokemon partner inside his pokeball, and motivation, I let the clock keep ticking down until arrival. Out the window the clouds rumble their discontent while the ocean snaps its jaws at the plane I'm in. We'll be there soon. And when it does I don't know what's going to happen.
I've spoken with a few people who are in the area I'm in, fellow volunteers that came from all corners of my home region. There's Arrow, who is a pokemon ranger. Nice guy, but has a bit of a reckless streak.
I met Josh, a pokemon pediatrician that works for his elder sister that owns a pokemon daycare. He's sweet, though stubborn if the multiple debates in the time spent waiting to take off on the pros and cons of breeders between us was anything to go by.
Another person was Finnia. They were working towards being a contest coordinator. They actually had family in Pariya, and frantically dropped everything to go see them. The only way for that to be possible, was through volunteering as a medical or pokemon specialist of some kind.
A coordinator barely fit the line regulations according to the men that screened everyone-but Josh who was there with me, Arrow and a guy named Elu, vouched for them. They begged Josh and me to teach them some basic first aid, and well-we couldn't deny them that since none of us knew what to expect.
Finnia knew their stuff when it came to knowledge on pokemon, thankfully they took their little lessons seriously to where no one could claim that they weren't a proper specialized volunteer.
It also would be useful to have a local around to help figure out the territory and less outspoken customs so as to not offend anyone. There were more, like Elu that worked for a company that focused on the purification of toxic substances that come from poison types like wheezing.
But frankly I haven't done too much interaction with him and the others. Simple introductions for names and reasons for being there. In the end, background, as important as it was for being given accessed to Pariya, doesn't matter.
They're all going there to help. We're going to help. All of us have our strengths and weaknesses. We have to subdue the outbreak before it gets worse. Our experiences, family history...none of that is going mean anything once we get to unknown territory like this. For now that's going to have to be enough.
to be continued
Author Notes: We did it! Diary Entry 1 is on the board. So happy. Now time for some backstory on this region. Pariya- I originally came up with the name based on the words- paradise and pariah.
Figured it would fit with that, though there are other meanings I found when typing it in google. One says it can mean a humble/idealistic individual, another says it's a name for a girl meaning "fairy like" not sure how accurate these meanings are but feel free to let me know.
I'm very curious. Now I gotta end it there. Everyone thank you so much for reading. If you like please feel free to fav/follow/review as it would mean a ton to me and I'll see you next time! Tchao for now.