Lyra's POV
Ethan and I continued on Route 30, looking for Mister Pokemon's House. It was very hot and I removed my hat off and removed my hair band, my hair fall over to my shoulders. I kept my hat in my bag.
'Do you know where the house is ?', asked Ethan, looking at his Pokegear.
'What are you looking for in the Pokegear ?', I asked, looking at the Pokegear.
'Ah, nothing. I was wondering if I could find Mister Pokemon's house in the map', said Ethan, placing his hand at the back of his head. 'But, I didn't'.
'It's not possible to find someone's house in a map', I said. 'Unless, that person is the president or something'.
'You're right', said Ethan, smiling, and dropping his Pokegear in his bag.
'Ah, I'm tired now', I said, and stopped walking. 'This is taking us nowhere, maybe we should ask for directions'.
'Well, I don't see a person here, whom should I ask ? The tree or the bush ?', asked Ethan, irritated. 'I'm tired too, but I'm still here only because of you'.
'I told you already that I'm not taking you with me, you could go if you want', I said.
'I think I told this thing to you', said Ethan, correcting me.
'Just go', I said, pointing towards where we were headed.
'Fine ! I guarantee that I'll collect all the gym badges before you do', said Ethan, walking away.
'Yeah, we'll see', I said, still standing there. I was left alone as Ethan walked away. I looked at Marill, who just woke up and tried to understand what was happening.
'Now what do I do ?', I asked her.
Marill lifted her shoulders and said ,'Marill ?'.
The area was completely quiet, giving off a dramatic feel with soft air and a few leaves following the air.
'You gonna stand like that ?', asked a man, he wore a white shirt and had a tiny ingredient called grumpiness.
'Uh, what ?', I asked, trying to understand what he was talking about.
'You wanna go to Bart Pokemon's house right ? It's that way', he said, pointing towards a huge tree on a hill which wasn't far away.
'Uh, thanks', I said, trying to smile.
'Any time, do check out my apricorns', said the man, pointing at some plants with apricorns on their top.
'I will', I said, nodding but in a hurry.
'Okay, then', he said, he walked away.
I started to walk on the directed way. The path I was directed to had a lot more vegetation, trees were double the amount, grasses were taller and dark in color.
All of the sudden, a house appeared in a distance. I ran towards the house, taking longer steps to avoid the wet grass.
Finally, I reached the house I did the walking for. I was excited that maybe I could get something out of my hard work, but my brain wouldn't agree that any of that was going to happen.
I rang the doorbell and waited. I looked at the house carefully, it was small, one-storied. Bartholomew Pokemon was carved on the door along with two other names - Fenella Pokemon and Drishti Pokemon.
I didn't know any of those people, except for Bartholomew Pokemon, also known as Mister Pokemon. Professor Elm called him Bart at times, good friends maybe.
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