All Alone (BEING EDITED)

Chapter I (EDITED)

Before I start I will say this one time and one time only. I DON'T OWN POKEMON!!! This is just a creative story. Thanks for the support.

The entire story is in Dawn's POV.

I sighed and stared at the Luvdisc swimming near the bow of the ferry. Wind rustled past and lifted my black hair off my shoulders while wingulls sailed on racing thermals above me. The sun slowly peeked over the distant horizon, splashing reds and oranges and yellows across the ocean. To think that I would never see any of this if I spent my entire life on land but to be honest, I was tired of it, even if I had only been on the boat for two days.

Luckily, the trip between Johto and Hoenn was only a three-day trip. Compared to the mess happening in Hoenn, this boat-ride was practically a cakewalk. Team Magma has certainly been stirring up a lot of trouble from what I've heard. The main articles are about all the pokemon being stolen from trainers, but it's not like I've haven't seen that before. No, the main problem is their dream of expanding the land with the help of the mythical pokemon Groudon. Now that is something I haven't seen before, and I've seen a lot of messed up crimes.

Prime example: my own experience. I'm not exactly ready to recall everything, though it has been at least two or three years. All I need to remember is the fact that my dad is still trying to hunt me down. I've taken all the necessary precautions to make sure he never lays his hands on me again. Altered appearance, switched pokemon, and a changed attitude is basically what I've done to hide. Nothing too extreme.

There are still uncontrollable factors. Mainly my friends, who I know will, without a doubt, recognize me. Ash, Misty, and Brock won't be a problem. They're in different regions at the moment. The people I do need to worry about are May, Drew, and Paul. May and Drew are competing in Hoenn contests, while Paul is defeating the gyms, just like I'm going to do. I'm not trying to compete in contests anymore; that train left the station. Gyms are my main focus now. They are what makes me stronger.

I let out a long, slow breath and stared at the rising sun as it clawed its way higher into the sky. Future plans are great and all, but past memories still haunt me. A tear rolled down my face. I remember my journey through Sinnoh with Ash and Brock. I miss the laughter and the bickering and the jokes. I remember my sweet, sweet Piplup. He did so much to try and help me when I was younger, but now he's with Professor Rowan back in Sinnoh. It was my only choice, and I trust the Professor to keep Piplup safe.

Chirping echoed above me, and I looked up to see my Chatot flying in circles above my head. He swooped down and landed on my shoulder. I smiled at him and stroked his head. He purred.

Chatot is my only constant companion on my journey now. I had actually rescued him while I was in Kanto. He was lying in the middle of Viridian Forest. His feathers were burned and falling out. His eyes could barely open, and he couldn't stand. I just had to help him, so I immediately took him to a Pokemon Center where he was treated for his injuries. A few days later, he joined me on my journey and has been my only friend ever since.

I stared back out at the ocean. A sharpedo suddenly darted out from beneath the ship. I narrowed my eyes and watched it as it swam back out to sea. That pokemon reminded me of him: Paul. He's gathering his badges in Hoenn. It must've been luck that placed us in the same region. Whether it's good or bad luck, I don't know. But there is just something about him. His lavender hair and onyx eyes are nice, but the interesting bits are in his personality. He was always so stubborn, so....cut off. I learned bits and pieces about his past when I met him in Sinnoh, but that was it. I was too busy fighting with him to learn anymore. Then again, I guess I've adopted his philosophy of not caring. Though I'm not exactly sure why he is the one I think of most of the time.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and straightened up. After taking one last look at the rising sun, I spun on my heel and slowly began walking back to my cabin. My shoes thumped softly against the wooden deck as I headed towards the stern. The waves continued to lap gently at the sides of the ship, and the boat rocked slightly from side to side. I unlocked my door and stepped inside, closing it behind me. I quickly ran over a mental checklist as Chatot flew to my bedpost.

"What are you thinking about?" Chatot chirped. I jumped at his sudden question and looked at him. He stared back. I shrugged.

"I don't know. I've just been so....mixed up recently." I glanced at the mirror and made sure my clothes were in order. I scowled at the pink t-shirt and grabbed my bag.

"How?" Chatot asked as I traded out the pink shirt for a blue one. I slipped the black hoodie back on before stepping over to the bed. He hopped over as I sat down.

"There are just so many unknowns," I sighed. "Too many things that can go wrong." Old friends are not the only problem. I found that out the hard way when some crazy fans walked up to me one time. Apparently, they still remembered my old contests. Not that I'm like that peppy, little girl anymore. Ever since the incident about four years ago, I've gone from hyper and jumpy and overexcited to serious and determined and mature. Quite a difference.

Chatot purred as I stroked the music-note feather on his head. I glanced down and smiled. He always knows how to cheer me up. I laid down, and he snuggled up underneath my arm. The boat rocked and rolled across the waves, and I drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

•Done with the edited first part. How was it? Do you want me to edit the rest of the story?