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The white sands of the beach blinded Kairi as she stood, feeling the grains press up between her toes. She saw how the ocean, with its salty sea air, laid before her in an everlasting stretch. The morning sun, with its brilliant crimson, loomed over the horizon, with streaks of orange, purple, and red cascading over the sky. Yet her heart was crushed. Heavy, burdened with something. Crying, hot tears welling over her cheeks, Kairi fell to her knees. She clutched her shirt, letting off a wail as she did so. Yet despite these motions, which had no place in her mind she felt, Kairi couldn’t fathom why all of this was happening. Screams erupted from her, but they were silent. All she could hear were the waves crashing over the beach, drowning out everything. Her throat as dry as the sand, unable to see from the hot tears flooding her eyes, Kairi knew that something was wrong. As she sat there, wailing in silence, throwing her head back, there had suddenly been something nudging her.

“So you’re my mistress? And I am your servant?” The Milotic tilted her head down to acknowledge what Kairi had said. She felt at ease, knowing that the human seemed to truly not know any better. “That is correct. I found you floating on the lake back there, unconscious. If I hadn’t found you when I did, then I am certain that another Pokemon would have killed you.” She moved her body to allow Kairi to look at the underground lake further from the cavern entrance. Blinking, the gears slowly turning in her head, Kairi shut her eyes. “Oh, really? I wonder what I would have been doing down there. Maybe I was looking for something?” Placing her hands on her hips, Kairi took in a deep breath. Was that it? It seemed like a strange thought for her to look for something. Kairi could barely fathom why she was here to begin with. Taking her hand, she moved it from her hip to motion to her mistress. What a peculiar thought. Serving this creature didn’t bring any sort of emotion to mind, as

The heat of the day did little to quell the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. Walking through the foliage of the tropical island, a young trainer of fifteen kept her gaze down at her feet. She watched as her sandals pressed against the pebbles of the stream, feeling the water bubble over her feet. A sigh escaped her, brushing her hands through her short cut white hair. Finally giving herself a moment to look up, she saw trees rising above her. Vines tangled along the branches, emerald moss covered the base of the trees and rocks. Emerald light streamed through the rainforest, yet she felt a very peculiar sensation in her. Heart sinking, she took a minute to look around. The stream flowed down from the steady incline she had been walking along. How long had she been following it now? She didn’t quite realize how long it had been, nor did she fully remember how she came across it to begin with. One of her hands were placed on her hip, feeling the capsules brush up against her