Alice sighs contentedly as her sister Flora, a renowned fashion designer and the Grass Type Leader in Sevestar, meticulously dresses her up. Flora's skilled hands move with precision, accentuating Alice's natural beauty. "Our family doesn't need much makeup; what matters most is our inherent grace," Flora remarks, her voice tinged with pride. "Besides, you're a model; everyone is bound to adore you."
Alice nods appreciatively. "True, but little do they know I'm already taken," she muses with a playful smile. She gazes at herself in the mirror, admiring how the blue dress complements her features exquisitely.
Once dressed, Alice joins her friends Eve, Mark, Drandon, and Ash at the castle gate. Ash, clad in a princely ensemble befitting a medieval era, admires Alice's attire with a warm smile. "Flora has truly outdone herself this time," he compliments.
"Thank you," Alice responds graciously, returning the smile. "You're quite handsome yourself."
Ash's attire is striking—a blue shirt paired with pale pants, adorned with a golden belt and a small red cape fluttering behind him. A sword hangs by his side, adding an air of regality. Mark, Drandon, and Eve sport similar costumes, each tailored to their individual styles. Mark, lacking a sword but donning elegant gloves, exudes a sense of gallantry. Drandon opts for a shield instead, his attire leaning toward a protective and stalwart aesthetic. Both Mark and Drandon forgo capes, while Eve's ensemble mirrors Alice's, albeit in sleek black, complemented by the professor's lab coat draped over her shoulders. The group's attire paints a picture of unity and camaraderie, each member embodying their unique role within their close-knit circle.
"All of you look really great," Drandon compliments with genuine admiration.
"You too, Drandon. Your outfit suits you perfectly," Ash responds graciously, acknowledging Drandon's stylish appearance.
Eve catches Alice's eye, and a smile lights up her face. "Flora really picked out some of the best outfits for both of us. The only downside is that we don't quite look like siblings," Eve remarks with a playful tone.
Alice nods in agreement, her expression neutral yet thoughtful. "That's intentional. We want to showcase our individuality and unique characters," she explains.
As they each step into their respective limousines, Eve leads the way followed by Drandon, then Mark, and finally Alice. Ash, with Pikachu hidden in his limo, joins the procession as they head towards their destination to meet Mr. Goodshow and the rest of the group. The anticipation and excitement palpable as they prepare for the upcoming event.
As the cruise ship gracefully docks at the shore, a buzz of anticipation ripples through the crowd. People disembark, their eyes scanning the horizon in hopes of catching a glimpse of the legendary Sevestar Elite Four and their revered Champion.
Mr. Goodshow's voice carries over the murmurs of the crowd, "There they are, the esteemed members of the Sevestar Elites."
Five sleek limousines pull up, and excitement reaches a crescendo as the Elite members step out. Cheers erupt, especially for Ash, revered as Champion Red throughout the region. His acknowledgment of the crowd with a nod and wave earns him even more adoration. Ash, strategically, takes note of the overwhelming support, recognizing it as a potential advantage in dealing with the ongoing challenges posed by the traitors.
"Now, we have our esteemed representative, Eve Urup, who will address you all," Mr. Goodshow announces, handing the microphone to Eve.
"Thank you, Mr. Goodshow," Eve begins, her voice carrying a warm welcome. "Welcome, everyone, to the Sevestar Region. While some Gym Leaders and Trial Captains from other regions may arrive a bit later, we are thrilled to have all of you here in our paradise. We hope your time here will be filled with unforgettable experiences and perhaps the forging of new friendships."
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12. The Sevestar Prince Darker Version
FanficBeing framed for injuring one of the most important figures in his life, the young prince suffered pain and sorrow from the whole world. Will the white-haired angel save him from his past? Or will the people who framed him come to break him again?