Alfa and Omega

Part 3 - A gift

Yay! Part three! First of all, I want to thank Littlemime5 for being the first person to comment on this story! (Skips around with a crazy grin on her face) Thank you Littlemime5!!! 😁 Anyways. If there's a certain person or pokemon that you want to show up in the story, then you can comment at the bottom, and I'll see if I can fit them in the plot. If it's a pokemon you want, please also tell me their gender. I've heard writers talk about how hearing comments keeps them alive and writing, and now I know what they mean! It's so nice to hear feedback about your work, so please comment on if you liked it, didn't like it, or if there's anything I can do better! Again, I don't own pokemon, (though I wish I did) but I did create Jayra, and the personality of some of the pokemon in here. Now, on to the story!

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Third person P.O.V. Focused on Jayralia

After she broke the pokeball, Jayra saw a glint of respect in the Zorua's eyes, and she knew she had done the right thing. More then anything, she wanted to have a pokemon companion. Someone who would always be there for her, and that she could be there for them, but Zorua wasn't it. He clearly hated pokeballs, and even though it hurt to let such a perfect opportunity slip away, she wouldn't keep him against his will. That was simply not how she worked.

"Do you want to come back to my house so we can fix you up?" She asked.

"Zor?"

"We can put some medicine on your scratches, and get you something to eat if you'd like."

Zorua growled softly, edging a bit backward.

"That cut on your leg looks painful, you really shouldn't put to much pressure on it. It will only make it worse."

He ignored and kept backing up, fur bristling, teeth bared.

"I want to help you Zorua! Not catch you or anything! I," her voice broke. "I just want to have someone to play with. Please?"

He stopped growling but didn't move any closer. Jayra, seeing that Zorua was not moving, slowly stood, and turned to go. "I must have upset him somehow." She thought. But she wasn't quite sure how she had.

"If...if you don't want to that's okay. Just please be careful."

Jayra felt tears in her eyes, but pushed them back, determained not to cry. It looked like no pokemon wanted to be her friend. Maybe she was a bad person. Maybe she should give up on her dream to go on a journey, and just stay home and garden for the rest of her life. Maybe she wasn't fit to be a trainer. Jayra ran back towards her house, and didn't look back, meaning that she didn't see Zorua staring after her with what might have been a hint of regret in his eyes.

Jayra went through the rest of the day in a haze, the same thoughts running around her head countless times in a conversation of sorts.

"All pokemon seem to be afraid of me."

"But Mom and Dad's pokemon aren't."

"They've known me longer, and they're not wild."

"I've seen wild pokemon before, and they haven't been afraid of me!"

"Really? I used to live in the city, not many wild pokemon were there. I almost never saw any."

"But Mom and Dad's pokemon aren't afraid of me."

"That's because they're not wild!"

And on and on it went. She was walking along the stream, the sun beating down, when she finally decided enough was enough.

"Just stop it!" She told herself out loud. "Everything's going to be fine. Get your head out of the clouds!"

To make sure she listened to herself and didn't go back to worrying, she dunked her head in the water. It was colder then she expected, and she came up gasping, hair flinging droplets into the air. "That's better."

Jayra walked back to the house and into the bathroom to comb out her hair, when she noticed that something was missing.

"My hair clip!" She gasped.

The rose-gold flower clip that she always wore had been a fifth birthday present from her parents, and she couldn't imagine losing it.

"It must have fallen out when I dunked my head in the stream." She realized, and she tore back out into the meadow.

But though she searched the riverbank until her parents called her in, she couldn't find it. Now feeling even more miserable, she ate dinner, kissed her mom and dad goodnight, and dropped off into an uneasy sleep.

When she woke up the next morning, Jayra got dressed and walked outside, determined to look for the hair clip again, when she saw it. The rose-gold flower clip. Just laying on the ground outside the back door. She picked it up, wondering how it could have gotten there, when she noticed some fur stuck to it. Black fur.

She looked out over the meadow, eyes searching, and could almost swear that she saw a shadow move at the tree line.

"Thank you." Jayra whispered. And she went back inside.