Haruka getting her starter.
and the earth perished in wild holocaust: the searing sensation on her feet, the fire kindling away the soles of her shoes until it left it B U R N E D and raw — imbrued in blood. she felt black smoke seep her lungs and strangle her until it was impossible to breath. nath, the ecruteak folk abscond to the woods; away from the burning city with it’s people wailing and emergency bells ringing, ‵ the brass tower is burning! the brass tower is burning! ′.
still, she turned, towards the tin tower, towards the sound of B E L L S and faint singing, and at the peak of the tower was a beast upon the wind — another as fast as lightning, and one with a mane of pale fire. she knew them. the bell tower priests had worshipped them as legendary beasts and guardians to the rainbow pokémon, ho-oh; the three nameless pokémon had set the brass tower and ecruteak city aflame. beasts they worshipped, and yet, the beasts betrayed them.
the wildfire continued to aggregate, burning the forest and razing the city. she couldn’t believe it. ecruteak town, the land once filled in a kind ardour was falling. haruka put her head down against the sweltering earth, weak and tired from running, and laboured breaths the only thing she heard.
a ring of fire surrounded the city, trapping the rest of the citizens unable to get out in their own crematory. morty was near — his body propped up against the dance hall building and dirt smeared across his soft, blonde hair; her mother and father were laying on the ground near the koi pond, unmoving; the kimono girls had adolescents and old people wrapped in their arms, as if they could protect them from the flames. she closed her eyes, fire dancing in her visage and orange being the last thing she saw.
‵ mom! my bag —— ! ′ haruka ducked under the machoke, narrowly avoiding the large moving box it was holding and gambolling towards her mother with a interrogation-ready expression. but instead, she felt her mother’s soft hands cup her mouth with a chastising,‵ shhh! your father is on tv! ′. haruka made a soft mewl, doubt clouding eyes before she turned to the tv. she espied the familiar red and skaking before the camera panned back to the news reporter. ‵ i think you missed him. there was an interview at petalburg gym, so he was on. ′ her mother murmured, then paused a moment, scrutinising her daughter.‵ your bag should still be in the blue box. either the machoke’s took it, or they’re still out in the truck. ′
hoenn — the land of abundance and legends. a new adventure; a ‘breath of fresh air’, as her father said, but haruka suspects he felt the need to leave ecruteak town and start over, because we’re afraid.
we’d woken up on the ground in ilex forest with no memory of how we got there. some returned to ecruteak and others left in confusion for other destinies. morty said the world had changed so much for just being ‘asleep’. she agreed. time had somehow passed in the blink of an eye because when they returned to ecruteak city, there was no fire. people were alive and the city flourished. so haruka and her family left for hoenn.
with a mutter, haruka hopped back onto the moving truck to search for the ‘blue box’ with her bag in it. moving was easy, finding things and unpacking was hard. she felt her mother’s presence behind her as she searched.‵ you should also introduce yourself to your neighbour when you have time!.i hear he’s the professor’s kid! ′
brendan. as they drove into littleroot town and saw the house signs in passing, one read “BIRCHES”. she also heard some names of the townsfolk being tossed around freely — mostly mentioning the professor’s kid. with a silent nod ( and defeat in searching for her bag ), haruka retreated from the truck for the birch house.
she didn’t even have to knock on the door. it was already unlocked ( which she found odd ), so she invited herself in with a hint of trepidation to her steps. ‵ uh, hello? i’m the new neighbour —— ′ there was a crash, and she a saw a avoirdupois woman bust out of the kitchen pantry with flour all over face and dress. haruka stood in the entryway, frozen. ‵ uhm! i can come back tomorrow —— ! ′
‵ no need, no need! i’m just … flourfied right now. anyways, my son’s upstairs. he’s been looking forward to meeting you! i’ll just get myself cleaned up and we can have some apple turnovers later! ′
haruka gave a slight, concealed wince — mostly at the notion of eating with a stranger. she slow-walked towards the stairs, mostly out of apprehension and fear of being too intrusive, but she didn’t even make it halfway up when a green-eyed boy came rushing down the stairs, almost colliding with haruka mid-escape. he didn’t even bat an eye, just shouted at her: ‵ race ya to the lab! ′ before disappearing out the door in record time. this family has a busting-out-of-things issue.
with a quiet ‵ sorry, ′ and ‵ thank you. ′ towards ms. birch, the brunette left for the pokémon lab.
it was … modern. futuristic even. she’d adjusted to the normalcy of suddenly being transported to the future back in johto, but somethings still remained au courant; she wouldn’t adjust to this time period for years.
professor birch stood at the back of the lab with his son. haruka took quiet, steady steps towards them — nervousness of the professor ‘busting' something out as per their family trait. but instead, he turned towards her, an agog-like grin plastered to his face. ‵ pick one! ′
‵ it’ll be your first pokémon! ′ brendan added.
first … pokémon. her lapras never came back. supposedly vanished within the void time, or in the old ecruteak city. she steps forward, unease wearing off of her as three pokéballs spring into view. they didn’t tame pokémon; they trapped them in balls, and that was her first transgression of living in this era.
[ WHAT POKÉMON WILL YOU CHOOSE ? ]
[ TORCHIC ; TREECKO ; MUDKIP ]
in her heart she remembers the terrifying holocaustic flames of that night, and she will remember it forever. but, she’s not afraid of fire. she was born in fire; she came to this era with flames in her eyes and smoke in her lungs. so, with a smile, her hand hovers over the torchic ball.
[ YOU HAVE CHOSEN TORCHIC. ]
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