Currently Anya was sitting on a chair sideways, a brush stuck to her cutter and a blank piece of canvas in front of her. She looked at Samuel who was standing next to her, who expected her to answer his question of 'What is the origin of your written language?' and 'Why hasn't anyone ever seen another pokemon read or write before?'. Anya pondered, deep in thought, what can she tell him? She came into a conclusion, she shrugged her arms and shook her head. She did not know, it was the truth, she really didn't know that many pokemon either, let alone ones who could read or write.
Anya started drawing something and Samuel's curiosity was once again reignited. This time Samuel was shocked, the new sentence was quite simplified and couldn't not be misunderstood, it read 'I SELL INFO'. Stumped he asked her "What do you want from it? and What kind of information?"
Few strokes later he got his answer, 'MONEY' and 'POKEMON'.
"Can you give me a sample?" Anya would have raised her eyebrows if she had any. She sighed and wrote. 'EEVEE EIGHT FORMS' Samuel's eyes opened wide yet again, it had lost its impact to Anya, she had seen it many, many times in the past few days already.
"Eight forms... There only has been a confirmation of five, Flareon, Jolteon, Vaporeon, Umbreon and Espeon... if what you say is true then..." Samuel had calmed down, and muttered something that Anya couldn't hear. "You know the condition for the evolutions?" he asked after a while. Anya gave a curt nod in reply and left the table, intent on not giving him anymore freebies.
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Later that day, Anya was practicing her skills in drawing different letters. Samuel had found her, no matter how many times he looked at her writing, he couldn't believe it. He had known that the final evolution of the Abra line, the Alakazam could use telepathy to communicate with their trainers.
He mulled over his thoughts and opened his mouth "What would you use the money for?". The brush stopped, A line was made separating the canvas, She started writing. Samuel intently following each and every line that was made. 'TYPEWRITER' 'MY LETTERS'. "You want a typewriter? You know what a typewriter is?" Anya nodded twice, at least she didn't have to write 'YES' every time. "Is that all you want?" Anya shook her head new letters soon appearing on the filled canvas 'WORK'. "You don't need to work, You know that trainers are supposed to take care of their pokemon?" Anya huffed, she wanted to do something to earn her stuff, She wasn't a battler.
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A new page was turned, Anya had written all of the Alphabet yet again, This time she had the addition of clumsily made lower capital letters next to the capital letters. Samuel had left her alone and she finally took a break. She sighed and sit on the sofa, she had made a new batch of silk and was quietly knitting it together, she started to hum at first, soon it had escalated into a sad, melancholic song.
"The gentle touch- of- tomorrow
Is all, I ever wanted
Memories- of my past
Haunting- me- sorrow
All- alone a candle
Amongst- the brilliant stars-
The friends alike so far
Far, far away-
Light- it moves on-
But- I still remain
The past now ahead
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But- I- Still- Remain- Alone-
All- alone a candle
Amongst- the brilliant stars
The friends alike so far
Far, far away-
Songs reaching the heavens
The lights dim away
The candle now forgotten
All alone- in. the. dark-"
The song ended, her eyes moist, tears about to form. She wiped her eyes with the hem of her shirt. She was a grown up woman already but she still missed company, friends the only one she had right now was Samuel, who hadn't even introduced his team to her, she had only seen his Dragonite. Communication with Samuel is a chore, writing on a canvas only goes so far.
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That night when Anya was sleeping in her room, a visitor suddenly popped inside out of nowhere. It sat on Anya's bed next to the sleeping Anya and gently touched her, the visitor muttered in a quiet voice.
"I am so sorry Anya, it wasn't supposed to be like that, I'll do anything I can to help you, but I really have no idea why it happened like this. I. I'll give you a gift, hopefully you accept it, this... doesn't absolve me of my mistakes, but I hope you find your purpose"
A quick blink of soft light later the visitor was gone.
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Next morning Anya woke up refreshed and full of energy. Her core was active and a burst of energy escaped her body, Startled she quickly stood up.
She wasn't sure what was going, a huge amount of energy rolled around her body like a flood about to overflow. But just as it was about to overflow, a sphere rolling with a myriad of colors appeared in front of her, all the excess energies inside her was absorbed by the odd sphere.
The sphere too seemed familiar to her, she just didn't know why. She looked at the floating sphere and touched it curiously. Taking it as approval the sphere disappeared, absorbed inside, she felt something inside her body change.
"Huh, what the hell was that" she though out loud. Her rooms door slammed open all of a sudden, a serious looking Samuel stood there panting, his eyes warily looking around the room, his other hand had an enlarged pokeball ready to release. Anya covered her body with the blanket out of reflex.
"Y-you are okay?" Samuel asked in surprise
"Lea?" he heard a curious reply with a head tilt.
"The pokeball broke all of a sudden. I don't know if you know but that only happens when the pokemon in question is either A dead or B released."
Catching his breath he took out two halves of a broken pokeball from his pocket. "This was the one we tried to capture you with..." He said while holding the halves openly. "Everything seems alright, I'll head downstairs. Come soon, we need to talk." He said while leaving the room and its confused inhabitant.
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Downstairs, Samuel was looking at a pile of broken pokeballs. They had been trying to re-capture her but the moment the ball touches her it breaks in half.
"A design flaw.. or something else entirely?"
Anya just shrugged, there really wasn't anything else she could do...
'Was this part of the strange ball?' Anya thought a weird thing indeed.
"There's nothing else I can do about that. This means you cannot be easily registered and will somewhat limit your battling, but I don't think that is going to be a problem" Anya nodded in response along with a cheery "Van" sound.
"Anyways the real reason I wanted to talk to you about is that my entitlement ceremony is in the day after tomorrow and I need to prepare for it."
Anya gestured 'go on'
"I would like you to come with me to the summit. A friend of mine will be looking after you there, only when I am occupied by the act itself or other boring stuff like interviews."
Before Anya had given her answer, Samuel already had another way of persuasion ready. "I'll get you the custom typewriter after, but only if you come with me" Anya didn't need to think about it. She agreed instantly, the communication using painting was fine at first but, the amount of work for so little made it quite inefficient to use proficiently. Not like she could explain the intricacies of anything with a sheet that could barely hold the 28 alphabets and their lower capital versions. it was like barely over 50 letters for a whole page.
There was something else that Anya was really looking forward to, it was about meeting new pokemon and having a real conversation with someone. It has been a week or so when she last really spoke to anyone.