Whispers in the Dark「Pokemon Fanfiction」

Eᴘɪʟᴏɢᴜᴇ • A Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ

Epilogue: A Little

"Do you see what I see?"

The trainer-and-Pokemon duo sat by a lakeside, watching the last golden ways of the setting sun wane and light their faces aglow—they only had some time before the radiance would give way to a dark twilight.

Next to her, the feline stared ahead with sightless eyes—however, some sort of metallic device was strapped to the back of her head. It was a strange object, wrapping around her like a brace—and the same machine was attached to the trainer as well.

They might have looked like some form of a strange spectacle, but that device was something she'd been fortunate to get her hands on. Clemont had been looking for someone to test out his latest device—something that granted sight-sharing of sorts—and she'd been lucky enough to be the first client.

"So this really does work..." A timid voice spoke up in her mind as the Meowstic studied the bright splashes of rose-hued pinks and oranges bleeding across the sky—and she reached out a cautious hand, as if trying to convince herself that this was all tangible—that this was all real. "Yes, I do...if this is what you call 'seeing', that is. Is this what sight feels like? I've forgotten..."

Celeana laughed, raising a hand and petting her Pokemon's head in affection. "Yeah," she muttered, "this is sight. Now, tell me—do you like what you see?"

The Psychic-typed creature responded with a mere giggle, her tone one of bittersweet amusement as she shrugged. "I wouldn't know," she replied, pointing at the abstract tones around her. "After all, I don't even know what I'm seeing."

"R—Right," she mumbled, embarrassed by the amateur mistake—she had forgotten that the feline didn't know much about the world in images—and she rushed to form a coherent explanation. "You're looking at the sky," she started, and gestured at the fiery sphere of light blazing low in the air. "That's the sun, and—" She then pointed to a burst of pastel white. "—that's the clouds. Over there—"

"Wait!" the Meowstic yelped. "Wait. What's—" she stopped to frown for a moment. "—that thing?"

The coordinator tilted her head, pausing for a moment—she couldn't take her eyes off the sky; however, she had to ensure that what her Pokemon saw was consistent. Her voice was confused as she spoke. "What thing are you talking about?"

It was clear that the Kalos-born creature was frustrated at her inability to use words—any words from her wide repertoire of vocabulary—to describe what she was trying to say. "That," she stated simply, but then realised that it wasn't sufficient. "That strange moving object."

"Oh..." She shifted her hand once again, turning it so that her palmed faced her and glancing at it. "Do you mean this? That's my hand. It's what I used to pet you just now—and what I use to carry you every day."

"A hand?" Meowstic leant forward, stroking her skin with the fur-coated stub of her arm—and her eyes widened, as if she was amazed by this simple phenomenon. The trainer simply smiled, turning to face her Pokemon—and caressed her head once again.

A pause followed, one filled with curious silence—and then, her Pokemon came to a sudden realisation. She released her arm, reeling the limb back to point at herself—the action was shaky, and she touched her face in surprise. "Is this what I look like?"

Smiling, Celeana nearly nodded—but she then realised that the creature couldn't see it—but she knew for a fact that her silence was all the Meowstic needed for a answer. "These are my ears," she breathed in amazement. "I can see them. And my coat, and...my useless eyes..."