Thread: Who am I?  A Pokèmon Adventure (Eternally Chaotic | Syrie)

BELLARILEY T rainers. The world appeared to revolve around those trainers as they appeared to be the key to the future of the world. They were the ones who would go exploring into places unexplored, seeking out new and undiscovered Pokmon. Yet, there still existed a region unknown to the vast majority, and although they possessed advanced technology, they still existed with the social structure of Medieval times. Kings and Queens ruled over their subjects and held a strong and a justly rule. Across the sea, there existed a place that would amaze even the greatest of scholars, a place known as the 'Alvia Region'. A mythical place where Pokmon from all over the other known regions could be found, within this enormous island nation. This region was unlike anything anyone has ever seen before. However, even in the brightest of places, darkness would always emerge. With no other Kings and Queens near, the royal family would have those of a noble birth married into the family to keep the gene pool strong and as pure as possible. The present King and Queen had but one a child, a daughter they named Bellariley. It was expected for when the child came of age, the age of seventeen, they would marry. It was not too long after their marriage, they were to bare a heir to the throne. This helped to secure the bloodline to the throne. However, Bellariley had turned seveenteen and was now of the coming age and held no desire to marry. She possessed another desire and passion. Her love for Pokmon was strong and she wanted to know more. She had heard of the Trainers who would raise and battle their Pokmon, achieve Gym Badges from battling Gym Leaders, and even enter to grand arenas for battles for the right to obtain the title of 'Pokmon Master'. There were even those she heard of who did not always battle their Pokmon, but used their Pokmon skills in beauty pageants and competitions. She had desired to explore beyond the castle walls, desired to be a Trainer with her beloved Pokmon. Her parents were well aware of this, and although they attempted to accommodate this desire the best they could within the castle walls by providing mock battles and competitions. However, this does not full curve her desire, let alone sate it. Struggling with not wanting their own and most prized possession leave, the King and Queen soon succumb. They knew their daughter would be miserable if she was kept to the confines of the castle walls and allow her to go on mini-adventure. However, they would not allow their beloved jewel to go without certain strings attached. An elite guard was to accompany Bellariley to ensure her safety. Her Pokmon, Jolteon, Ninetails, Rapidash, and Scyther, were skilled and trained, many thanks to the mock battles and competitions they had undergone. Bellariley had been eager the days leading up to her grand adventure and the morning it finally arrived, she couldn't have been more thrilled. Even the company of the Elite Guard did not bother her has she had found favour with that particular Guard. Her personality possessed a nature that made it hard for someone not to like her. Her heart was grand and kind, too big for her chest. She was a petite girl, standing at four-foot-eleven, a thin yet tone stomach, smooth flesh that was gingerly kissed by the sun that made it not pale and not dark, but a fair tone between. Her breasts were amply rounded and bouncy, minimally above average in their descent size. The rest of her body possessed modest and small curves, enough to provide her with a strong feminine, young woman appearance. Her eyes were a deep teal blue colour in nature, possessing a certain glow of innocence and kindness to them. Chesnut hair was layered and at a short length that fell nicely around her head, bangs reaching down to caress below her eyebrows and two thick locks on either side of her bangs extended down past the rest of the length to reach to her collarbones. It was but only three days into their journey and a dark tragedy reared its ugly as Bellariley and her Elite Guard were attacked one night. Leaving the Guard for dead, the group take Bellariley as a captive. Unable to release her pokemon for help, she appeared helpless. Yet, things were not always as they seemed as she managed to struggle her way free from the man's arms. Fate still appeared cruel as her freedom came with no ease. With eyes wide, Bellariley found herself falling off the side of a rigid cliff. It was as though things moved within slow motion as she began to fall, her arm extended out as she reached for something to grab. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as a thought crossed her mind. Her Pokmon. She did not wish harm to come to them. Reaching into the pouch she had carried that she had managed to snatch from one of her captives before falling, her hands clutched onto five spheres, tenderly holding them in security. Soon darkness swept over as she was sure her death imminent and she prayed for the protection of her beloved Pokmon. Slowly, teal-blue eyes slowly opened, wincing as they blinked several times as pupils constricted and dilated to adjust to the light. It was as though light was completely foreign to them, seemingly entirely unfamiliar to them. Eyes quickly closed as the seventeen year-old felt her head throbbing and immediately scraped hands reached to cup the sides of it. The pain she felt within her head was little less than the pain she felt coursing through the rest of her body as it writhed in ache. The smell of a hearty stew wafted through the air. The sound of a slight breeze blowing through the trees, only being drowned out by the sound of axe to wood. As she slowly sat up in the bed she had been laid, a white sheet feel from her bosom and landed ruffled upon her lap. She was clad in a white mini dress, thin straps supporting the dress up as it clung tightly to her frame. It was made of fine fabric, seemingly expensive in taste. It should have been familiar to her, but it was foreign to her. Steadily, the throbbing began to cease, but the reminder of her body's pain remained constant. As she looked around the room, she could see she was in a wooden cabin. Her hair was bed ridden, a sign she had not left the bed in quite some time. The sound of snorts and neighs came from outside, the sound of a companion she did not remember. It seemed agitated and bitter, yet at the same time seemingly excepting and tolerant of something. It was unclear to the young lady to why she could understand the feelings of this creature outside, nor the strange connection she appeared to possess with it. Her eyes soon drifted to a chain, white gold bracelet around her wrist. She raised her left wrist to better examine the fine jewelry. Embedded into a heart-shaped charm was the name, 'Bellariley'. She was curious in regards to the name. As a sudden imaged flashed of a finely jeweled and dressed hand placed the bracelet around a child's wrist, she shook her head. It was hazy and her head began to throb even further as she gave a faint whimper of her pain. Her eyes once more settled upon something beside the bed upon a wooden chair. It was a tanned, leather pouch with four Pokballs, one of which opened and emptied. The pain soon settled and she was left staring with a blank stare around the room, bewilderment to who exactly and where she was. There was a sudden 'click' sound as the doorknob to the room began to turn, that snapping her from her blank stare as she stared towards the door.