Thread: The Old Chateau (( Spirits X Dementia ))

How long had it been? Perhaps eight, nine years on the off chance I'd forgotten of something truly eventful... It had been several years for a Blaziken... Several years since he'd been called upon for anything of grave importance, as to what would qualify as 'something of grave importance', he didn't fully know what. He just wanted something to happen, anything, at the very least... he'd settle for the searingly irritating sound of wild wingull calling and squawking as they'd fly over head across the empty blue sky. Yes... empty, void of the clouds and of any emission of any kind, as if some being had just taken some sort of large square of blue and placed it over head... It was almost childish... But a child wouldn't be so cleverly devious. He'd seen many things in his life. much of the Hoenn Region, seeing people cheer for him...and... Seeing people cheer for him, how the Hoenn region lost it's appeal for a while, practically becoming methodical to the point where he found himself in Sinnoh, a new region completely alien to him... However 'she' often times encouraged him...despite his own insecurities..Then over to Unova... just as alien, but he found himself...becoming more distant to that person... Less used...Less called upon... Then to Kalos, a new world that seemed both familiar... but also even more alien, when finally she just...forgot about him completely, not just him but much of her old...'companions'. Letting them sit in her numerous boxes practically oblivious to the fact that she'd forgotten them. Living comfortably in the labs and sanctuaries that one would usually send them to through the PC's... Though he in the end didn't forget... He didn't forget about HER.... She'd gotten him when she was just a young adolescent, barely starting her time as a trainer, she was so adventerous back then... Never afraid to take risks, and he admired that about her. But in the end... He was placed in her box after so many years... It'd been about nine years since he'd been left in the box... He imagined that now she was an adult... He loathed her now or at the very least felt bitter... So very bitter. What was once a Blaziken in his prime of youth, bright red feathers, his beak and eyes sharper than a tack, his claws and reflexes even sharper. He chuckled as he often times looked at his own feathers every so often, having dulled and become messy as SHE normally groomed him, SHE usually kept him in line...and the scientists wondered why it was that he looked so grundgy and so unkempt. While the rest of her pokemon froliced in peace happily enjoying their sanctuary, free to eat, drink, wander and...breed whenever they pleased, he however didn't socialize with them, his personality took a greater shift to grimness, he stuck close by the scientists and doctors often helping them in meanial tasks such as...moving boxes, bringing them important items, every so often he'd be needed to work with other fire pokemon to provide heat if the heater broke down, or if they needed to venture into cold enviornments. With those interactions with humans, his knowledge grew, he could understand humans with greater clarity, understand metaphor and philosophy, if anything he was much smarter than most other pokemon his age... It was among these days where he was sitting around that he happened upon an old allegory... The allegory of the Cave, and in the end he came to the conclusion that he, and many other of the pokemon...Lived in 'the cave' while only he or rather he presumed only he, had seen the reality of the 'light' but now he sat waiting in 'the cave', among the trees and grass... ...What would I do...if I saw her again? He asked himself. One day though, he found himself being called upon by one of the scientists, out of the ordinary, normally he'd just try helping them out of a whim not per request...Though if it would help cure his boredom he was all for it. Only...he wasn't called upon for help. He found himself back in his pokeball, he couldn't see a thing only hear them speaking...talking to someone over...what sounded like some sort of speaker... He felt himself or rather his pokeball being placed on something metalic. he felt this uncomfortable sensation shoot through him for an instant. He could hear whoever they were talking to more clearly... as if she now...were close by... Had he been....sent off to another trainer? Or perhaps... He felt his pokeball being picked up by someone after he presumed their call ended, he was soon released, looking down at the woman who was once his trainer...who he now didn't recognize...as she had changed over the years.