Event Horizon

Simple Life

   I open my eyes. You know, how most people wake up in the morning.

   Morning routine begins. I get out of bed and stretch, though with my stubby limbs, it's more of trying to pull my arms over my massive body. I look into the mirror and tie on a bandanna to my head.

   My name, full name anyways, is "Bachester Arven Xraxavar", though I do not expect anyone to be able to pronounce it, or go through the effort to say it all in one. Instead, my family and friends call me Bax. I'm a Gible, a short, stocky, land-shark pokemon. From what my parents have told me, dragon-type pokemon are extremely uncommon type in my homeland of Kalhna Island, let alone a land-shark pokemon, since they're most acclimated to deserts and rocky canyons, and not a tropical paradise.

   Getting out of my room, I trot through the halls. I could hear my parents downstairs, so I ran down to meet them. Slowly, though, my tiny legs would easily trip down the stairs.

   My foster parents were lovely. Father is a Swampert who worked on the farms, irrigating streams to farmland to help crops get needed water. Mother was a stay-at-home Primarina, since Father gets all the necessities at his work, harvesting and bringing home any excess food that he'd very often have and getting plenty of fresh spring water, so Mother works on up-keep of the house.

   Upon entering the living room, I could immediately feel the aura of confusion coming from my parents.

   "Can you read this, love?" Father inquired to his significant other.

   "No, no, I've never seen such script before..." answered Mother, reciprocating the same puzzlement as Father.

   I walk behind the two, and try to look at what is confusing them. It was a letter, written in a box-like language. There was also an extremely fancy stamp; It was shield shaped, with some geometrical shape imprinted at the center of it, with roses swirling upwards. It looked of royalty.

   "I say we hold onto it, see if someone can read this and give it to whoever the letter was meant to be sent to," proposed Father.

   The two agreed, and then Father stowed it away into a small cabinet. They go back to whatever they were doing before.

   "Mornin', Baxster!" Father cheerfully exclaimed, "Sit down for a while, today's going to be a slow day, so take it easy!" He motioned to the large cushions at the side of the room. Mother shuffled herself down besides Father, and I sat not too far away from them.

   Life is peaceful. I stare outside at the morning sun, the land having a slight blue tone with the sunrise softly accenting it with shades of yellow and orange. Foliage flying with the wind and the nearby sea flipping the sand over on itself as the water faintly roars. I let my mind drift for a bit, and begin to collect myself.

   Deep breath, and exhale...

   As far back as I can remember, though that's not very long due to me being very young, I've been with my foster parents. I've never known my biological parents, and people I've met never heard of the 'Xraxavar' name. The bandanna I wear near daily is the only thing that could possibly trace back to them, since according to my mother, I was found wearing it. The small cloth I wear around my head-fin was coloured a deep shade of blue, nearly black. It was my prized possession.

   The township I live my life in is Deshire, A place in the southeast of the island. It is located on the peninsula where it then beings to taper off smaller islands in a dotted tail-like fashion not too far from the main land. The ground here is fertile, soft and easy to cultivate, that's why my father is a farmer. The locals are mostly either water-type, or are very fond of the waters here, since there's not much where you can go that's not too far from the ocean. People from out of town mostly come by in the warmer months for the scenery and to play on our beaches. It's most definitely a tourist trap, and I'm used to seeing new people and them be gone in the near days.

   Mother leaves into the kitchen, and I follow swiftly behind. I try to learn how to prepare and cook various meals from her, since food is always a welcome addition to almost any gathering, and knowing to cook for myself is obviously useful.

   "What are you making today, mum?" I ask, curiously. Waddling up to see what's on the counter, I observe the ingredients that are there.

   To avoid turning into a culinary teacher, I'll simply skim across what we did. Mother made pancakes for breakfast, though I was not able to directly help bake them, due to her worrying my clumsy self would accidentally burn my hand or such, I did assist with fetching ingredients for her.

   After a warm, delightful breakfast, Mother grabbed my attention to let me know about something she was about to do.

   "It's about time we enroll you in some sort of education, so tomorrow we're taking you to the school down in the valley to see if we can get you in, how does that sound?" Mother inquired, though I know she's most likely already dead set on getting me enrolled.

   "I wouldn't really mind," I responded, "It'd be nice to meet some new people,"

   Mother seemed joyful about that reply, "Great!" She exclaimed, "Then we're all set for everything tomorrow!"