AUTHOR'S NOTE: To anyone who's read the original story, sorry to disappoint but the idea has changed drastically compared to what it is now. Enjoy. I'm still alive, but busy. Please don't expect a consistent update. I will get the next chapter when it's ready.


After setting down her luggage, Emily let out a huge sigh. Today was her first day in this new country. She knew she should be excited about this huge step in her life, but all she felt at the moment was loneliness. The reason for her feeling was obvious, and she plucked out a book from her belongings. For now, this was all she could do to ease her pain. He hadn't answered the phone. She didn't expect him to, though. After all, it was the middle of the night for him. It was selfish of her to even try contacting him at this time. Emily flipped to the first page of the book. There were so many memories. These were events never meant to be forgotten...


Evan stared at his phone. He didn't answer the phone. It would just be depressing to be reminded he couldn't see her. After all, he was supposed to be asleep. Screw it, I can't sleep. He climbed out of bed and turned on his desk lamp. Picking up a certain Pokeball, he clasped it tightly to his chest, remembering the fun times he had with her...


Emily's eyes cracked open. She was swaddled in her bed, and she didn't want to get out at all. She just wanted to stay warm and comfortable as long as she wanted. Unfortunately, Emily had class that day, so she dragged herself off the bed. "Emily, are you going to get up on your own, or do I have to come up to get you up myself?" I better get up now…

"I'm up, I'm up…" she muttered, stumbling over to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. Emily hated school; it was boring. She didn't care about all the grooming for the lame contests or whatever they were currently learning. Where's all the battling? Where are the actual fights?

As Emily carefully stepped down the stairs, her mother frowned. "Emily, can you put more care into how you look?" Emily's appearance was incredibly bland. Her long dark hair was smooth but unbrushed. The clothes she wore lacked any fashion entirely. They were simple, but basic. With her look, Emily could effortlessly blend into any crowd.

Her mother watched as Emily slowly dragged herself onto her mother's Salamence. "Can you put more effort into your studies?" Emily huffed without care. "You're not going to graduate if this attitude of yours keeps up. You can't get into a good university if you don't graduate." Emily just gave her mom a tired look. "Don't you at least have any friends by now?" Emily huffed in response. In reality, Emily had friends, but she hadn't ever brought them over. This resulted in her mom believing she was alone at school. "Sorry sweetie." Her mom turned around to face her daughter. "Have a good day, Emily."

As Emily jumped off Salamence, she turned around. "Alright, love you mom." She watched as the dragon slowly disappeared into the sky. School was the last thing on her mind. She eagerly stared at the clock for the entirety of the school day. Emily had planned this day for some time. She knew of the consequences, but this day she finally convinced her friend to join her. She waited at the school entrance, dreaming of adventures to come, just like the trainers who became legends...