A Pokemon Trainer Life Comes to Me

Chapter 2

When I got back to my little area of the barn, I noticed that it had gotten darker outside. I didn't realize that I had been gone for so long. Seeing that the creature was still covered in the blue blanket, I decided to leave it alone.

Sitting down on the floor near it, I uncovered the bread from near the vine to my right. Placing the bread next to my legs, I leaned over and grabbed a few raspberries and placed them into the pestle. Then I grabbed the mortar, and gently smashed the raspberries, making a sort of jam.

Now, I wasn't really the sort to like jam, but I'd eat it. When I was done, I placed two fingers into the pestle and got some raspberry jam on them. Then I rubbed some jam onto the bread, and started eating a little bread. After eating a little of it, I stored the rest away near the vine again.

My stomach suddenly gurgled, reminding me that I was still quite hungry. Yet, I couldn't really eat anything else. Licking my two fingers clean of jam, I grabbed the pestle and the mortar and went back down the hallway. Opening the doorway again, I glanced out to see no one. Sighing softly in relief, I ran out the barn door quickly. Running out to a small pond behind the barn, I rushed through with cleaning my pestle and the mortar. Drying it off, I ran back towards the barn and inside.

Going through the hidden door once again, I stumbled into the hallway and I tripped. The pestle and mortar started falling from my hands, as I fall myself. Reaching out, I felt my fingers slid against the pestle and I couldn't grab it. I didn't want these two items to break, since they were really the only things I could hold dear.

Just before they hit the floor, they stopped moving, and so did I. It was weird, I knew I was still in mid-air and yet I wasn't moving. Not even the pestle or the mortar was either. That's when I was set onto the ground softly, and so was the pestle and the mortar.

Placing a hand upon my chest, I could feel the tears fall from my eyes and onto my cheeks to the floor.

'Are you okay?' I heard a voice say.

I looked around and could not see anything, except a silver furred creature that was standing and looking at me from across the small space.

No. It couldn't be. This creature couldn't have talked to me, I didn't even hear it. Except that I did, not aloud, but inside my mind. Was it possible that it could speak telepathically?

I got to my onto my knees and stood up, grabbing the pestle and the mortar on the way over to the enclave.

Once I got over the enclave, I sat down and stared at the small creature. Quickly placing the pestle and the mortar into the basket, careful enough to not crush the herbs and berries I still had in there.

Laying my right hand near the creature, I wondered if it was really the creature that talked to me.

'Were you the one who talked to me?' I thought.

'Yes.' it replied.

I gasped aloud. No freaking way, this was not happening to me. Well, it was truly.

'Why are you talking? Or should I say how?'

'It's easy for me. I just know how to. I choose people that can hear my thoughts, only then can they hear me.' it said.

'Wow. That's amazing.' I say.

'Quite right.'

'Why'd you choose me?' I thought.

'You helped me when I was in trouble.'

'I still don't see why though.' I reply wondering.

'... I cannot give you a reason at this time.' it said.