Timeline of Errors

Part 1 - Assistant Director of the Pokemon Association

"You are Valentina Rojo. You are the hero of this world and you will rewrite lots of fates intertwined with yours. However, you will thread upon a treacherous path until the hero has been ended."

The voice rang out in the dark empty space. A young woman with dark red hair turned to the voice.

It's that voice again, she thought.

I don't know what she's on, but...

I'm no hero.

So why me?

"...is that it? That's all it will all amount to?" the words escaped her lips, "I'm just going to..."

The young woman's dull red eyes caught a pair of twinkling stars on a silhouette, right where her eyes should have been. Stars gleamed all over her body as they twinkled mischievously. Her wavy dark hair fell to her shoulders along with a pair of ribbons, shimmering like tails of a meteor, as she looked down understandingly.

"Fate, my dear, is your way of interpreting your story in the midst of this... chaos of information we live in. It's a story of yourself and how you give meaning to it," the voice said again, "that's not something for me to change. I'm just a human like you, who happens to come from beyond the stars,"

Huh?

"Everything I said was just an observation, that's all - that the curtains will not draw to a close until the hero is no more. It has its place, but a new life can only spring forth from destruction henceforth," the voice continued, "I'd wager a guess that the hero will be ended by either one of the two - the risen or the fallen - one way or another. But that's all there is - it's just a guess,"

...You'd wager on something like my death? What the f-

However, the stars dimmed and darkness fade. Soon, the young woman's dull red eyes found themselves watching her feet walking down a familiar street. Her flowing red hair swayed as she turned around the corner. Her back straight, her soft pink coat swayed behind her, her slender legs took long, elegant steps. Suddenly three people who were standing nearby turned to her. They couldn't help but stop and stare for the while.

"Isn't that... the assistant director of Pokémon association?" asked the first person.

"Huh? No way, right?" said the second person and snickered, "that assistant director?"

"No, that is her, alright... I've seen her in one of the Pokémon Leagues before, giving a speech. You'd have known her anywhere with the way she walks," the third person implied and shook his head.

"The way she walks?" asked the second person.

"Like, you just suddenly turn to look at her, for some reason... like the sort of person you can't ignore..." said the first person, "she looks so different in TV, though... if you get what I mean..."

"Yeah, no..." said the third person, still with his gaze locked on the back of the said girl, "she looks... warmer on screen, doesn't she?"

"Yeah... like... she was really friendly and nice," said the first person and smiled nervously, "but off camera she's..."

"Aloof? Cold?" asked the third person, "that's the impression I get from her..."

"Like 'leave me alone', I'd say," said the second person, her voice trailed off.

~~~

I was walking down the streets with both of my hands inside my coat's pockets. Anywhere, anytime, I know people are always staring. But I pay them no heed. I have no responsibility to answer to them, not while I'm off duty. I am doing my job properly in my workplace and the rest is nobody's concern or business.