The Galar Champions

I.

I was lost. Of course I was. The Galar region is a stranger to me and yet I still ran. I didn't know where to go, all I wanted was to be away from my parents. 

So I ran into the woods beside my house. 

I heard my parents’ shouts in the distance but I didn't listen. I just ran as far as my small legs could take me until I didn't hear their voice anymore.

I looked around the forest, scared of whatever strong and dangerous pokemon would come at me if I let my guard down. Breaking a branch from a tree beside me, I held it tightly like a sword, preparing to defend myself when the worse case scenario happens. 

In my moment of idleness, I took the time to observe the forest I stupidly went into and I wish I hadn't. The trees were all somewhat close to each other and they all towered over me so high that their leaves were blocking the sky, making the area a tad bit darker than what it's supposed to be. Fog was also starting to build up in the area I was in and the event made me even more scared. 

I wasn't supposed to leave but the sudden rustle of the bush beside me got me paranoid. Out of reflex, I threw the stick I was holding at the bush then bolted off to somewhere far away. The fog grew thicker around me but I thought nothing of it, too scared of the pokemon that was probably chasing me to stop and I feared for my life to try to.

Soon, the fog grew heavier and heavier until I couldn't help but stop running. I squinted my eyes, trying to make sense of where I am at the moment but I couldn't see anything. I held out my hand in front of me and I almost thought I was invisible cause I couldn't see my hands nor my entire lower half anymore. 

I let out a small sniffle as I rubbed at my eyes. I didn't wanna cry, this was no time for crying, I know, but I couldn't help myself to not to. 

“Mommy….Daddy…please come find me soon…I'm so scared..” I cried, all my held back tears smoothly flowing down my cheeks. I tried to wipe them with my hands but after every wipe, I would just cry some more. The tears that I failed to wipe would fall down to the dress I was wearing, effectively soaking it up.

I sat on the ground, the fog still as thick as it could be as I reflected on my actions. I shouldn't have run away, I shouldn't have  run in here.

I could have chosen to go to Wedgehurst and get myself lost there, but instead, I was here, inside a big scary forest. 

I shouldn't have been mad at my parents. I shouldn't have ran away. I was just so angry, and heartbroken, and sad, and all these other emotions I don't understand yet bursting out of the bottle I tried so hard to keep shut. I don't even understand what I'm feeling anymore. But I do know one thing, I miss my old home in the Hoenn region. I miss my friends, I miss the scenery, the flowery fields of Littleroot town cannot compare to the wheat fields in Postwick. The beautiflies fluttering around the flower fields, the seedots and zigzagoons playing with each other. The marils floating in the small ponds near our old house and the surskits skating in the water. The chirps of tailows in the morning. I miss home…

The sound of soft footsteps echoed in the area I was in. I was filled with hope that someone, my parents, have come to rescue me! 

I excitedly stood up and faced the person who came to rescue me, but instead of a person, I came face to face with a strange wolf-like pokemon. Its golden eyes glowed and appeared menacing in the thick of the fog and I found myself frozen in place. I could barely utter a word, shivering at the thought of what this pokemon would do to me. The pokemon took a step forward and I quickly did the opposite, but to my great luck, I accidentally tripped on a rock and fell to the ground, butt first. I hissed in pain when I reached to touch my ankle. This was bad, I don't think I could survive this.