The lively city of Motostoke City buzzed with activity as Elysia explored its streets. Her gaze was drawn to a nearby roof, where a mischievous group of Galarian Meowth perched, their playful eyes glinting with curiosity. One of them, with a distinctive charm, locked eyes with Elysia and offered a friendly greeting.
Charmed by their antics and the unique energy they exuded, Elysia decided that she wanted to add one of these Meowth to her team. Excitement filled her as she prepared to call upon her trusty partner, Gible, to assist in the capture.
However, just as she uttered the call, the playful Meowth perked up, their ears twitching at the distant sound of someone calling out to them. In an instant, as if responding to an unseen cue, the group of Galarian Meowth bid a swift farewell and darted away, their agile forms disappearing into the cityscape.
Elysia watched with a mix of amusement and disappointment as the mischievous Meowth retreated. Despite the missed opportunity, the encounter left her with a sense of wonder and anticipation.
Determined to discover more about the captivating Meowth, Elysia swiftly followed the group through the bustling streets of Galar, carrying Gible in her arms as they navigated the lively city.
As they reached the destination, a lively gathering of people had already formed, their attention captivated by the street show unfolding before them. In the center of the spectacle stood the very Galarian Meowth Elysia had spotted earlier, now revealed as the charismatic center stage of the performance.
A cheerful and rotund man, likely the organizer of the show, greeted the spectators with infectious enthusiasm. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to the extraordinary spectacle of the Meowth Troupe!"
The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, their excitement building as they anticipated the unique and entertaining performance about to unfold. Elysia, drawn into the infectious energy of the crowd, couldn't help but smile. Gible, sensing the anticipation, stood alert by her side, ready for whatever surprises the Meowth Troupe had in store.
The chubby man continued his introduction, sharing the story of the Meowth Troupe and the remarkable talents each member brought to the show. Elysia, now fully immersed in the atmosphere, eagerly awaited the beginning of the performance, curious to witness the dynamic abilities of the Galarian Meowth that had captured her attention.
The Meowth Troupe, with their mischievous charm and unique talents, had transformed the busy streets of Galar into an impromptu stage. Elysia, standing among the spectators, couldn't help but appreciate the unexpected joy that this peculiar group of Pokemon had to offer.
As Elysia observed the Meowth Troupe's street show, her Rotom Phone provided insights into the unique characteristics of Galarian Meowth, particularly their Steel typing. The information revealed that their coins were not only distinctive in their black color but were also exceptionally hard due to their steel composition.
The playful and mischievous nature of the Meowth Troupe took on a new dimension as they showcased their steel-infused abilities. The Galarian Meowth, with their lustrous, elongated fur, leaped and twirled, their movements reflecting a graceful and rare display for a Steel type Pokémon. The coins on their foreheads glistened in the afternoon sunlight, hinting at the hardness that made them a distinct feature of this regional form.
During the playful moments of the performance, the Meowth used their steel-coated coins to create a captivating melody, tapping them together in a rhythmic and harmonious display. The audience, including Elysia and Gible, marveled at the unique sound produced by the sturdy coins, a testament to the steel composition that set Galarian Meowth apart.
When the performance shifted to highlight their combat skills, the Galarian Meowth demonstrated their steel-type moves with precision. Their agile movements were complemented by the striking impact of their steel-coated coins, creating a visual spectacle that showcased both elegance and strength.
As the Meowth Troupe concluded their street show, the audience erupted in applause, appreciating not only the playful charm of the performers but also the unique attributes of their steel-infused abilities. Elysia, fascinated by the combination of elegance and strength displayed by Galarian Meowth, looked forward to encountering more Pokémon with distinctive regional forms and types in the diverse region.
With the Meowth Troupe's street show coming to an end, the vibrant applause of the crowd filled the air, echoing the collective appreciation for the captivating performance. Elysia, caught up in the joyous atmosphere, joined in the applause with genuine enthusiasm.
As the applause settled, the Meowth that had greeted Elysia earlier approached her, bearing a hat—an unmistakable cue for a contribution. The playful charm of the Meowth left no room for hesitation, and Elysia, eager to show her appreciation for the delightful performance, nodded with a wide smile.
Excitement bubbled within her as she reached for her purse, an action mirrored by many other spectators who were equally keen to express their gratitude. The Meowth, with a mischievous glint in its eyes, gracefully accepted the contributions offered by the appreciative crowd.
Elysia's gesture was not only a token of appreciation but also a way of participating in the lively spirit of Galar. The coins clinked together as they landed in the hat, creating a harmonious sound that echoed the unique melody produced by the Meowth Troupe during their performance.
The Meowth, satisfied with the generous contributions, gave a playful nod and a flick of its steel-coated coin before bounding away.
The chubby man, clearly pleased with the crowd's contributions and support, took a moment to express his gratitude. As he spoke, he announced a fascinating detail about the Meowth Troupe—they hailed from royalty. Their fur and skills, he explained, were stronger and more finely honed than the rest of their kind.
The revelation added an extra layer of allure to the Meowth Troupe's performance, making the crowd appreciate their talents even more. However, amid the applause and admiration, Elysia noticed a subtle disturbance in the atmosphere. A boy standing next to her, not much older but exuding an air of maturity and elegance, grumbled in disbelief. The announcement of the Meowth Troupe's royal lineage had evidently stirred something within this boy, and his subtle discontent was palpable.
Intrigued by the boy's reaction, Elysia turned her gaze toward him. His purple eyes, filled with a hint of skepticism, contrasted with his solemn and stoic posture. Dressed with an elegance that added to his mature demeanor, he stood out in the crowd. Elysia wondered about the source of his reaction and what might be hidden beneath his composed exterior, a subtle undercurrent, noticed not only by her but also by those around them.
The chubby man, attempting to maintain the festive atmosphere, playfully acknowledged the skepticism in the crowd. However, the boy standing next to Elysia was not swayed by amusement. With an air of seriousness, he corrected the man's statement, offering a different perspective.
“You said your galarian Meowths descend from royalty, but it is actually the Alolan form that traditionally held the mythic royal lineage. However, it is still a baseless tale with no factual evidence”, the boy declared, his stoic expression remained unwavering as he delivered this information, challenging the previously shared narrative.
Then, he turned his attention to the Meowth Troupe themselves.
“Contrary to what you have said about their well-being, good sir. It is evident that these Pokémon present malnourishment and weariness in their appearance. It is obvious when one looks and instead of a vibrant black glimmer in their coins, there is a more grayish hue—a potential symbol of mistreatment.!
The crowd, now hushed, listened to the boy's observations with a mix of surprise and concern. The festive atmosphere had shifted to one of uncertainty as the boy concluded his statement with a stark revelation.
“Your act may be fake and dull, but it still managed to distract spectators while the Meowth Troupe was stealing their belongings during the show”.
Panic rippled through the crowd as people frantically checked their belongings, realizing that wallets, purses, jewelry, and money were missing. Elysia, too, joined the uneasy search, only to discover that her cherished silver charm was gone. The realization struck her deeply, filling her with concern.
The boy solemnly informed her that her charm had been stolen when one of the Galarian Meowth approached her for a contribution. Elysia's heart sank at the revelation, the loss of something so dear intensifying the unsettling atmosphere that had fallen over the crowd.
The chubby man, now fully aware of the severity of the situation, shifted from amusement to alertness. Anger spread among the people, and a cry to call the police rang out. The festive energy that had once enveloped the street now gave way to frustration and indignation.
Elysia, grappling with the unexpected turn of events, felt a mix of emotions—loss, anger, and a deep sense of violation. The once-charming street show had transformed into a scene of chaos and mistrust. The urgency to rectify the situation was palpable, and the call for justice echoed through the disgruntled crowd.
As the situation escalated, the chubby man, now facing the consequences of the Meowth Troupe's actions, attempted to restore order, but only the sense of betrayal and a determination remained, and the crowd now seeked restitution for their stolen belongings.
The Galarian Meowth, now huddled together in fear, became the focal point of the crowd's anger. They trembled, lacking the strength or energy to confront the furious crowd due to the poor treatment they had endured under the chubby man's care. In a desperate plea for help, they turned to their owner, hoping for protection.
However, the man, consumed by his own fear and self-preservation, callously turned his back on the distressed Meowth and fled, shoving aside anyone who stood in his way. The act of betrayal and cruelty shocked Elysia, and she gasped in disbelief at the heartless abandonment of the very Pokémon that had entertained the crowd moments ago.
As some members of the crowd pursued the fleeing man, others closed in on the frightened Meowth, calling upon their own Pokémon for assistance. Elysia, witnessing the injustice unfolding before her, wasted no time. With a determined expression, she ordered her Gible to step forward and defend the vulnerable Pokémon.
Gible, sensing the urgency of the situation, stood protectively in front of the frightened Meowth, ready to shield them from any harm and Elysia, fueled by a sense of justice, stood firm in her decision to intervene and protect those who had been mistreated.
The crowd, now divided between those pursuing the unscrupulous man and those seeking justice for the Meowth, awaited the resolution of the tumultuous situation, with Gible standing as a stalwart defender amid the chaos.
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“Stop! Don’t hurt the Meowth Troupe!” Elysia begged, stepping forward and addressing the agitated crowd. “They are also victims of that man. It is unfair to punish them like this!”
“She’s right”, said the boy, standing by her side and echoing her sentiments. “If you want retribution, I’ll make sure the man gets what he deserves.”
As the boy closed his eyes, a mysterious purple aura began to envelop him, casting a captivating glow that held the attention of both Elysia and the crowd. The aura seemed to signify an otherworldly power, and whispers of awe spread among the onlookers.
Unbeknownst to them, some hundred meters away, the chubby man who had managed to escape felt an inexplicable force lifting him off the ground. Instead of fleeing further, he found himself propelled backward, drawn back toward the scene of his crime. Panic crept over him as he realized that his escape was being thwarted by a force beyond his comprehension.
The crowd, now caught between the drama of justice unfolding before them and the mysterious display of the boy's power, watched in both fascination and trepidation. Elysia, standing firm in her defense of the Meowth, felt a mix of uncertainty and curiosity about the unfolding events, uncertain about the true nature of the boy's mysterious abilities and the fate awaiting the fleeing man.
As the chubby man, now back at the scene of his crime, attempted to run while still suspended in the air, a glimmer of hope flashed across his face. However, when the boy's mysterious power subsided, the man plummeted to the ground, his desperate attempt to escape thwarted. Resigned, he lay there, ready to face the consequences of his actions.
The arrival of the police signaled the beginning of justice, and the crowd could soon expect the return of their stolen belongings. Amid the collective relief and reassurance, Elysia's concern lingered, especially for her cherished silver charm.
To her surprise, the boy approached her and, with a calm demeanor, handed back the precious jewel.
“You must be more careful with it. I sense it is a precious charm with strong sentimental value”, he advised, his words carrying a tone of both sternness and wisdom. Elysia, holding her recovered charm, felt a mixture of gratitude and introspection, appreciating the valuable lesson imparted in the midst of chaos.
“Thank you so much! You were amazing!”, Elysia expressed, acknowledging the remarkable nature of his unusual abilities. The concept of psychic abilities had been introduced to her through her father's stories, but witnessing it firsthand and without the aid of a Pokémon added to her fascination.
“It was not my entire work, but also the effort of my trusted partner to thwart the man’s escape” the boy revealed as a Sigilyph gracefully descended. “Thankfully, I was aware of his harmful actions toward those poor Meowth, but fortunately I could orchestrate a plan to intercept him, preventing any further harm. Though, I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Oh, I couldn’t just watch and do nothing. I’m glad I also found someone who wanted to help those Pokémon”, she humbly declared. “What’s your name?”
With a calm and composed demeanor, he revealed, "I'm Adrian. And It's been a long time since we last met, Elysia."
The way he addressed her by name, prompted a quizzical expression on Elysia's face. She hadn't introduced herself, leaving her to wonder whether Adrian possessed some form of mind-reading ability or an uncanny familiarity that transcended their brief encounter.
“I’m not surprised you don’t remember me. Let me see if I can help you with it.”
As Adrian calmly shared the revelation of their past encounter, he reached for his Rotom phone, flicking through its digital gallery until he found the cherished memory. He turned the screen towards Elysia, revealing a picture captured on his fourth birthday. In the photograph, a two-year-old Elysia radiated boundless joy, her tiny arms wrapped around the young Adrian, who, even at that tender age, struggled to maintain his stoic composure.
Elysia's eyes widened with surprise and delight as she gazed upon the snapshot of their shared past. The innocence captured in the photograph stood in stark contrast to the composed demeanor Adrian exhibited now.
“I’m so sorry for not… I mean, I still don’t remember you very well, Adrian, but…” Elysia declared, realizing the significance of the forgotten connection. However, the stoic boy displayed no sign of resentment.
“Don’t worry about it. I only lament the missed opportunity to forge a friendship during our early years, but it is not your fault”, he declared as both left the scene.
“My abilities you witnessed are not easy to control, especially at a remarkably young age”, he began to explain while both walked towards the Pokémon Center. “This early manifestation required me to remain in the company of my family and other psychic trainers who could guide me in controlling and mastering these powers without having to endanger anyone.”
As Elysia listened and understood, she empathized with the unique challenges Adrian had faced from such an early age.
“But you are back, right?”, she cheerfully added, sensing the potential for a meaningful friendship in the present. “Now it is the perfect opportunity to resume our bonds.”
Adrian, with his stoic demeanor, offered a subtle but genuine agreement, acknowledging the promise that lay in the newfound companionship.
“I have been waiting for you since you arrived here,” he declared. “Though upon learning of your intentions to embark on a solo journey for a while, I restrained my initial impulse to approach you”.
Elysia appreciated his gesture but at the same time she wondered how he knew about her plans despite their recent reunion. “Psychic user’s stuff”, she said to herself.
“And how are your parents?”, she inquired, changing the conversation.
“You mean my mothers?”, Adrian asked.
“Mothers?”, she asked with some confusion.
“Caitlin and Sabrina. Elite four members? I suppose your father has told you about them”
“Oh, that’s right!”, Elysia expressed, finally connecting the dots. She now could see the resemblance in his purple eyes and dark blueish hair.
“The powerful psychic masters couple! My dad told me they are some of the toughest and scariest opponents he has ever faced. It’s no wonder you are so powerful.”
Inquisitive about Adrian's mothers, Elysia prompted a discussion about the notable stories she had heard, particularly the one her father told him involving Sabrina and their first encounter.
“My dad said that after she defeated him for the first time, she used her psychic abilities to transform his friends into dolls”, she said with a playful tone but Adrian’s response was unexpectedly serious.
“I apologize for my mother's actions. Though it’s been years and she was still inexperienced and facing serious anger issues, her deeds are unacceptable, and they mark a disgraceful act in my family’s legacy.”
Elysia, sensing the gravity of the moment, tried to cheerily calm Adrian down, emphasizing the understanding that people can change and grow over time. With the atmosphere lightened, she shifted the conversation to Caitlin, the other significant figure in Adrian's life.
Adrian, with a tone of utmost respect and admiration, began to share more about his other mother.
“Mother Caitlin still serves as the only remaining Elite Four member from the original group present during your father’s younger times,” he began. “She embodies the perfect blend of might and elegance, a testament to her prowess as a Psychic-type specialist.”
“Auntie Cynthia also told me about her,” Elysia added. “She says that both shared a rivalry that eventually led to a strong friendship between them, and that she wouldn’t be the Champion she’s right now if it wasn’t because of your mother”.
“That’s correct,” Adrian’s tone reflected his pride for his mom. “Mother Caitlin said something similar after she held the esteemed position of Unova’s Champion for a period. Too bad that Cynthia’s encouragement wasn’t enough for my mom to retain the title due to her finding the responsibilities of being a champion too cumbersome. Don’t get me wrong, I have a profound admiration for my mother. However, I can’t appreciate her penchant for laziness and constant slumber, even during her challenges.”
Elysia chuckled at his mother’s humorous and possibly embarrassing fact. Then, she shared some updates about her life, excitedly mentioning her three-year-old brother, Soren, and the shiny Gible that had hatched from the egg Cynthia had given her. Adrian, keenly attentive to the details, pointed out the significance of her Gible not only as a powerful partner with legendary lineage but also as a shiny Pokémon, adding some uniqueness to its already remarkable status.
Suddenly, and as Elysia and Adrian continued toward the Pokémon Center, a Galarian Meowth from the earlier troupe approached them. This Meowth had seemingly separated from its fellow feline performers, who were now under the care of authorities. The Meowth's expression was one of profound regret, prompting Elysia to suspect that this particular Meowth might have been the one responsible for snatching her charm.
Quick to reassure the apologetic Pokémon, Elysia kindly conveyed that everything was forgiven, and it could return to its friends. However, the Meowth shook its head, indicating that its presence wasn't solely motivated by the earlier incident. Intrigued, Elysia awaited to understand the reason behind the Galarian Meowth's unexpected approach.
“Perhaps it wants to join your team”, Adrian accurately pointed out. The cheerful nod from the feline Pokémon confirmed this assumption. While Meowth exuded joy at the prospect, Elysia found herself surprised by the unexpected offer.
Despite the charm of Meowth's happy demeanor, Elysia was conflicted.
“Is there something wrong?” Adrian, noticing her hesitation, inquired
“No, it’s just that… I had envisioned the very first Pokémon I caught to be a testament of my early steps as a trainer, a companion that I capture rather than one willingly joining my team”, she confessed.
As Meowth's cheer transformed into disappointment, a complex mix of emotions lingered in the air. Elysia grappled with the decision, torn between the desire to welcome this spirited Meowth into her team and her initial vision of embarking on her Pokémon journey with a Pokémon captured through her own efforts.
Adrian, with a wisdom beyond his years, gently pointed out to Elysia about how she may be missing the broader perspective.
“Pardon my intromission, but don’t you think you are fixating too much on one aspect of becoming a Pokémon trainer?”
This remark triggered a memory for Elysia, taking her back to a younger age when her father had shared tales of Greninja, Charizard, Squirtle, and numerous other Pokémon that had chosen to join him rather than being caught through battles.
Recalling this conversation, she vividly remembered asking her father if such a method was akin to cheating, given that he never engaged in battles to capture these Pokémon. Ash, in his characteristic way, assured her that when a Pokémon chooses to follow a trainer, it's because they sense qualities like inner strength, compassion, or other traits that make a great person.
Empowered by this realization, Elysia's expression shifted, and a determined smile crossed her face.
“All right, Meowth. If you want to come with me, then here you go!” she welcomed the cheerful Meowth, launching itself eagerly at the Poké Ball she had thrown. In that moment, the bond between trainer and Pokémon was sealed, not through battles but through a shared understanding and a choice made from the heart.
With Gible by her side, Elysia celebrated her first achievement as a Pokémon trainer, a moment that marked the beginning of her unique journey.
“Congratulations on your accomplishment,” Adrian offered, maintaining his stoic demeanor. “With time and training, I can foresaw the potential strength and nobility that Galarian Meowth's evolution into Purrserker would bring to your team.”
At the entrance of the Pokémon Center, Elysia shared her plans with her friend.
“Adrian, I’m leaving Motostoke City the next morning and heading towards Turffield, where my first gym challenge awaits. But I hope to see you again soon”
“Then this is a good bye for now,” Adrian, understanding the call of her journey, nodded. “I wish you the best of luck in the challenges ahead. Me, on the other hand, still have some family matters to attend to in the city.”
“By the way, Adrian. Do you have any plans to participate in the Gym Challenge?” Elysia inquired with curiosity.
“The path I have envisioned diverts from being a regular trainer”, he declared. “My calling aligns with the ways of chivalry and knighthood. I’m driven by a mission and a desire to protect and assist those in need, rather than pursuing badges and championships. I hope to meet Wikstrom, the former Steel-type Kalos’ Elite Four member. ”
Elysia chuckled warmly, not at Adrian's noble objective but rather with a genuine appreciation for someone with such strong values and virtues.
“So, can I count on having such a gallant and loyal future knight by my side?”, she asked with a light-hearted tone. Adrian nodded, acknowledging that on the path she had chosen, she would need all the support she could get.
“Farewell, my dear friend,” Adrian bidded with a chivalrous wave. In a final gesture, he executed a hand-kissing, a display of manners and respect. Elysia didn't blush or feel embarrassed by the gesture. Instead, a sense of flattery lingered, a subtle acknowledgment of the charm that Adrian's old-world manners brought to the contemporary journey they were both embarking upon.
As the night descended upon Motostoke City, casting a soft glow over the industrial cityscape, Elysia took a last lingering look at the lively scenery. Some neon lights, bustling streets, and the distant sounds of laughter painted a vivid picture of the city's vibrant nightlife.
With a sense of anticipation and accomplishment, she turned toward the Pokémon Center. The automatic doors slid open, welcoming her into the familiar haven for trainers. Elysia made her way to the counter to check on her Pokémon. Meowth, now a recent addition to her team, seemed curious and excited, adjusting to its new surroundings.
The Pokémon Center buzzed with activity—trainers preparing for their next journeys, the soothing hum of healing machines, and the comforting presence of the dedicated staff. As Elysia handed over Meowth's Poké Ball for a checkup, she couldn't help but feel the thrill of the adventure ahead.
The night held promises of challenges, friendships, and discoveries waiting to unfold. With her Pokémon by her side and the memories of encounters fresh in her mind, Elysia embraced the essence of a true Pokémon journey, ready for the countless adventures that lay ahead. The Pokémon Center's automatic doors closed behind her, leaving the vibrant Motostoke City nightlife to continue its lively symphony as she prepared for the dawn of a new day.