BW2~Home Flossecy Ranch never seemed so small. When I looked around, I realized that it’s just a barn with some hills and trails around it. I smiled, remembering how lost I had gotten chasing the Herdier all over for the ranch head.
“Serr.....” Ivy, my Serperior, broke into my thoughts with its gentle hissing.
“I know,” I said nostalgically, patting my starter’s grassy head. “We’re almost home.”
Route 22 never seemed so peaceful. Throughout all my time passing through here, whether I was chasing Team Plasma or rushing to the Pokémon Center after one of my little friends had been poisoned, I had never noticed how serene this arduous little route was. Everywhere the Pidoves’ songs added to the soft woosh of the evening breeze, the Lilipup snuggled together to prepare for the coming night, and nocturnal Woobat flew out from the caves to spend the night hunting. The gentle swoosh swoosh of Mincc
You are perfect in your very own way
you need to remind yourself everyday.
beautiful is something you are not
because your more then that, by a lot.
your style is what makes it all you
some people wish they had your talent too.
your worth every second of my time
as long as in the end you're all fine.
but really, your strong, and you know it too
you've made it this far and im proud of you
if you still don't believe me
pick yourself up, off the ground.
Put on a fake smile
show your tough
don't fall behind
then you'll huff and puff
just remember your not the only one
now go out into the bright fresh sun.
I still remember meeting her. It was after I had lost my 252nd battle in a row. I had walked back to the Pokemon Center in the nearby town, carrying my partner.
I lose a lot. I know my Pokemon has potential, but every time I fight, lose. The walk to the Pokemon Center had become a common thing for me.
But this time wasn’t like all those other times. As I was waiting for my Pokemon to be healed, I found a seat and sat down, propping my chin up on my hand.
I was feeling down. 794 losses in a row will make anyone feel down.
I’ve never won a battle. Not once. And on that day, I was seriously considering giving up.
The thought had crossed my mind before. I wasn’t winning, and Rattata was only getting hurt. So what was the point?
“Are you ok?”
I looked up. A girl was standing in front of me, her purple eyes looking at me with concern.
The girl’s hair was short, only reaching to her shoulders. Her shirt was short sleeves and a little bit of a turtle neck, and she also wore a skirt with shorts underneath. Her entire outfit was purple and green.
I don’t know why, but to me the girl looked… adorable.
“Hello? You ok?”
I snapped out of my revelrie. “Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, I’m fine.”
She took a seat next to me. “You don’t seem fine. What’s wrong?”
“C’mon, you can tell me.”
I shook my head. “I keep losing. I’ve never won a single battle, ever. I know my Pokemon has potential, but he keeps getting hurt.” I sigh again and cover my face with my hands. “And I’m beginning to wonder if it’s all worth it.”
She was silent for a moment. “Well, of course your Pokemon has potential. All Pokemon have potential. It just depend on the trainer to help them realize their potential.”
I looked at her in surprise. No one had ever said that to me before, mostly because my Pokemon was considered a joke.
Looked quickly at where the cry had come from, and saw my partner Rattata, bounding towards me happily.
“Hey there, buddy.” I greet as he jumps up on my lap. “I see the nurse healed you right up.”
“So this is your partner? A Rattata?” The girl asked.
“Yeah. Go ahead, make fun of me.” I said, prepared for the teasing.
“Why would I do that?” She asked, looking at me confusedly. “He’s a cutie.” She commented, scratching Rattata under the chin, causing him to make a few sounds of happiness.
This was another shock. A lot of people made fun of my Rattata, calling him weak. But she didn’t seem to mind.
“Plus, I get a lot of taunting about my partner too.”
I blinked at her. She did?
The girl looked to her side. “Hey Penny. Feeling better?”
I looked at the Pokemon the girl had spoken to. It was a Parasect, who looked rather shy.
“Paras-sect sect.” The Parasect responded to the girls question, coming up right next to her.
The girl patted the top of the Parasect’s mushroom. “Good to hear.”
“Is that your Pokemon?” I ask, before mentally facepalming. Of course it’s her Pokemon, why would she be talking to it like that if it wasn’t?
“Yup, this is Penelope, or Penny, as I always call her.” The girl said, a bright smile on her face, her hand still on Penny’s mushroom.
“Anyway, why again are you considering quitting battling?”
Rattata looked at me in shock, but I couldn’t look at him in the eyes, so I looked away.
“I can’t win, and so Rattata keeps getting hurt. What’s the point?”
“Rattata doesn’t seem like he wants to stop battling.”
I looked back over at her.
“And answer me something; what are you thinking when you enter a battle?” She asked, looking me in the eye. “And be honest.”
I suddenly found the floor interesting. “I… I normally think… that we might as well give it a shot, but… we’re probably going to lose…”
She snapped her fingers. “And that’s your problem. You’re not believing in your Pokemon.”
I looked back at her. “But I believed in him when we first started fighting. And I’ve never won.”
“It’s not a guaranteed way to win… I’m sorry, what was your name?” She asked.
“Oh, uh, I’m Jake.” I answer, mentally facepalming again at not introducing myself sooner.
She smiled brightly at me. “Nice name.” Then she looked serious. “Anyway, Jake, no matter how strong your Pokemon may be, you’ll never win if you don’t believe in them. So you gotta give it a try and keep going, and not lose hope.”
I just stared at her as she continued to talk. I’m not sure why, but she became more and more beautiful as she continued to talk.
Suddenly a voice called out, “Mills! Come on, let’s go!”
The girl looked over in the direction the voice had come from. “Coming Char!”
She looked back at me. “I gotta go. Try not to lose hope, and keep trying, ok?”
She stood up. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.” And then began to walk away.
My mind suddenly clicked. “Hey,” I called out getting her attention. “What’s your name?”
She turned around. “Millie. Millie Purston.”
And with that she walked out the door. I haven’t seen her since.
Why is this important? Well, later that day, I won my first battle.
And where am I now? Well, I’m now a top trainer in my region. Rattata’s evolved, and I’ve added a few Pokemon to our team.
But none of it would have happened if I hadn’t met Millie that day, and if she hadn’t talked me out of quitting.
I hope to meet her again someday. I have so much to thank her for…