As we mounted Zapdos together, I saw the same look in his eye that I'd seen when we enquired about his uncle. It was a look of deep internal lamentation and envy. We all took off, and he began.
"Red was the eldest of three children. Him, myself, and our younger sister Morgan. The three of us grew up together and were so inseparable, I was told, that we may as well have been one child. As we each turned 16 years of age, our parents allowed us to choose what we wanted to do for our lives. We either pursued the passion of our parents by becoming pokemon trainers, or indulged in our heritage and become mages to protect Yilisse. Red became a pokemon trainer, and immediately I knew I'd never be as good as him. I'd always preferred the company of Frederick, my father's loyal manservant. I broke us three siblings apart and became a mage. I worked hard to be the best there was in the whole of Yilisse, yet my parents were more content to count Red's milestones while ignoring mine. Morgan took my route and became a mage as well after much debate between Red and I. Beyond that point Red started to become bitter, selfish, and lost all the love he had for me and Morgan..."
"that sounds awful! Is there any more? Surely that can't be the only reason your parents favoured Red?" Pit questioned.
"There certainly is more. One day Morgan and I went out alone for a quiet afternoon to a little woods just outside the border of Yilisse when we were suddenly sprung by bandits. Morgan, she... Saved me. She saved me at the cost of her own life..."
Shocked looks were exchanged between us all, but nobody dared to speak before Owain continued.
"I ran home as fast as I could, Morgan's limp body over my shoulder. When I arrived, my parents were home with Red. It was too late. Even with my mother's strongest healing powers, Morgan had died for good. Red blamed me entirely for convincing her to become a mage, and so did I to an extent. That was the last time I was allowed out of the castle of Yilisse for a decade. The only people who would visit me were travelling merchants seeking to know the heroism of my uncle who died to save the world. That was, at least, until you came. I still regret letting her die and there's not a day I don't think about sweet little Morgan." tears streaked down his face and I felt myself welling up too. We flew on in the direction of Indigo Plateau, each of us offering our tributes to Morgan as we went in hope that she'd hear our words and smile.
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FanfictionINCOMPLETE | A sequel to my story Switched. Please do read the original before you read this to fully understand the numerous references to events in the past (in the timeline) New video game characters face a threat of another powerful enemy, comin...
