Midnight Sun
03-18-2015, 03:09 AM
(Author's note: This isn't my best work by a long shot, but I wanted to get it up for GCeA! Enjoy!)
--/|~|\--
Mirrors are strange objects, are they not? The purpose they serve is to reflect reality, to provide a better look.
In a sense, however, they fool us.
I am a mirror
For mother and father; I must appear perfect. Like a soulless porcelain doll
I must appear perfect. But I am not perfect; I must fool the world.
I am an illusion.
--/|~|\--
The tears are hot, but her face is cold. The November air is chilly, and it only feels worse when the bitter wind blows.
Like all the warmth of the world was being brutally driven away.
Although she is too young to express her reality, this was a cruel metaphor for the turn her life had just taken. The one person to show the girl love was now gone, forever.
The brunette missed granddad already, and she could only burry her face in her hand and hope.
But, despite being young, she knew her hopes and wishes were in vain. Granddad was gone and she’d never see him ever again. No more hugs, days at the beach, stories from the “good old days”, it was all gone.
More tears spilt from her eyes, despite trying to limit them.
“Darling, it would be best if you not overdo it. Not in the presence of the family, at least” her mother had stated, and father only nodded along. She knew to take mother’s words about these things seriously, and today especially, she didn’t want to make mother mad. Or disappointed.
But such sadness she felt, trying to control it was a losing battle. It felt as if a chunk of her heart had been coloured black, a void consuming what was once happy.
The sky is grey; dreary and bleak, echoing the feelings welling up inside. Dead leaves are scattered about the ground, stepping on them makes a sad crunching sound. She knew they were once green, healthy, alive.
Alive.
Like Granddad once was not so long ago.
Even more hot tears streak down her cheeks, and the girl desperately fights a sob. Looking at mother for a moment, searching for a bit of comfort, the brunette notices she is busy discussing “grown up things” with a relative. The girl doesn't recognize the other woman, but she looks little bit like mother.
As mother is, the lady is very well dressed up. She is clad in a long floral coat, chestnut fur trim around the sleeves and neck. Mother is wearing a similar ensemble, but her coat is shorter, is pure black and features a bit more fur. They both smell of fancy perfume, a strong whiff of artificial flowers lingering in the air after them.
There is no reassurance to found.
The girl wishes mother could give her a hug, but she knows now is an “inappropriate” time. Mother is busy and the service has not even begun yet.
Zelda isn’t here.
And father, she knows searching for comfort in him is even more of a lost cause.
She suddenly feels the sharp sting of loneliness and longing, and finds herself struggling to fight the sobs that threaten to break her wall. Many more tears slip down her face and despite making a few unattractive sounds, is able to keep some composure.
She is too preoccupied to notice mother glare at her for a moment before turning back and continuing her conversation.
They near the cathedral now. There is nothing warm or friendly about the old building, which despite being very well maintained, still makes her slightly uncomfortable. The only bit of true colour to be seen on the edifice is the large stained glass window, depicting a scene she is unable to decipher. Despite being bright, it still gives off a cold vibe.
Everything today is frigid.
---
During the service, the girl fights even harder not to sob. She notices others crying, but none of them make unappealing sounds or lose themselves in sorrow. Even the children around her age seem to have a grip of themselves.
But they didn’t see Granddad very much. They certainly didn’t summer at the estate like she did.
She was always sad when August would come to an end. It meant leaving the warmth of Undella and being away from her grandfather and Zelda for a long time. It meant going back to lonely, stoic family manor. She never cried, but sadness did strike her.
That sorrow was nothing compared to this. It felt as if the black spot on her heart was growing, and she felt almost sick with grief. Though, she didn’t know being so sad was the catalyst for her nausea.
Instead of bothering mother or father, the girl slipped a rock out of her pocket. It was dark, rough and oblong; something about it reminded her of the night. Granddad gave her his stone collection, but father claimed she was too young for them and took most of them away “for safe keeping”. However, for some reason, he said she could keep this one.
“Not worth a thing,” he had stated, but despite being upset about losing the beautiful stones, she was glad one could stay with her. To her, it was a treasure she’d value forever.
Holding it made the sadness repeal a tad. The girl couldn’t explain why, it just did.
“Put that thing away before someone sees,” her mother’s whisper was harsh and the sound of it almost brought tears back to her eyes.
Mother was always extra austere at events; the grander and more people it involved, the stricter she was. This, the girl had grown accustomed to. However, today was different...
Without a word, she obeyed and slipped the stone back into her pocket.
A few moments later, she excused herself and headed toward the washrooms. She made sure not to make any noise on her way, the stone floor and thick runner eased the task.
Everything in the building oozed of upper class. The ornate, antique chandelier alone probably cost more than some people made a year. However, the only thing she knew about it is that it spooked her a little. It reminded her of a spider fused with a Chandelure, which was pretty creepy.
The bathroom was beautifully remolded, the sinks were a flawless porcelain, counters a light marble and the faucets were very detailed. The girl, however, didn’t seem to notice any of this and headed straight for a stall.
It was very spacious, considering it was a bathroom stall. The room was welcome, but she was contented just having a space where she could hold the stone without upsetting mother or father. She wished she could stay here the whole time, but knew taking too long might upset her parents...
However, right now was okay. And that was good enough.
---
After what felt to her as an eternity, it was finally over. The Followers of Cresselia Minister spoke about all sorts of things she didn’t quite comprehend. There was, however, one thing that did stand out was his passage about overcoming one’s own nightmares to face the light. And never losing sight of oneself, even when darkness threatened to close in and consume everything.
Like right now.
Like when they brought the casket. Fighting tears became impossible; the sight of granddad all dressed up. He looked as if in a tranquil slumber, an alarm clock being more than enough to reanimate him. However, she knew it was nothing but an illusion. He was dead; there was no waking anymore.
Mother and father had allowed her to cry more at this sight, other family members did. It was a “proper” time to be upset. And thus, the girl let herself show sorrow, feel sorrow.
---
The ringing of the church bells that shortly followed the service was haunting, yet beautiful. The tears had stopped flowing by now, and she simply starred at the moving bells.
And for a moment, no longer then a few seconds, she swore a weak sunbeam had penetrated the cloud covered sky.
The light among darkness.
That small series of events would stay with her for a very long time.
---
The reception hall was much newer then the cathedral, the architecture gave it away. None the less, it was very ornate and obviously decorated by someone with much money to spend. During dinner, a feast befitting of royalty, the girl sat alone. Oh, she was beside relatives and family acquaintances, but that loneliness was beginning to creep back.
Once in a while, someone would ask how her schooling was going along or express their condolences, but they never spoke with her very long. There was always another to engage, other things to discuss with different people.
During these dos, she used to sit beside granddad. He always made sure to spend time with her, and she didn’t feel as isolated as a result.
But, for obvious reasons, that could no longer take place.
The tears threatened to return; and this was certainly not an acceptable time. The meal was no longer appetizing. In fact, the heavy smell of meat and the sauces was starting to make the girl feel ill. She needed some space, to be away from these people and their opinions.
Mother said it was important to be prim and proper; that everyone would get a good opinion of you that way. The girl didn’t yet know, but saying they’d judge you better was a more accurate term in this situation.
Keep up the illusion
She excused herself for a moment, claiming the need for air as her reason. That was an appropriate way of stepping out for a little while, mother had stated several times before.
---
Afternoon’s coming did nothing to bring warmth to the outside world. The air still nipped at the girl’s skin, and it was more humid now than before. She sat on the marble steps, rubbing her hands together in an attempt to heat them up a little. That did not help too much.
What did provide assistance, however, was putting them in her pockets. Unfortunately, she soon noticed both her hand and the rock failed to fit in the limited pocket space. The solution was to rest the stone on the step beside her leg.
The brunette had chosen the back stairs; the likelihood of being seen by anyone was much lower there. She was not in the right state to be around relatives and acquaintances right now.
Here, she could cry, whimper and sob without others forming bad opinions about her. But, really, all that the girl desired was a warm hug and kind words.
That was not going to happen.
She was on the verge of a breakdown when a noise, coming from the nearby bushes was heard. Immediately, her hazel eyes darted to the plant, instantly weary.
Beware of kidnappers, mother and father had stated countless times. She had been thoroughly instructed on what to say and do should the need ever arise, but the thought of being taken by bad men was none the less frightening. She tensed, not daring to move, growing increasingly nervous.
However, the likelihood that some kidnappers could both know about this place and manage to get all the way here without detection was rather unlikely. Private family island, not on an recreational maps.
Still, the girl had been told they could be very sneaky and intelligent, and she could do was sit still and wait for something to happen.
And after a few moments, something did in fact happen.
A small, black fox emerged from the bush, its sky blue eyes aimed in her direction. At first, both parties stay fixed in place, staring carefully at each other. However, soon, the small Pokemon’s attention seemed to shift, but it was still looking her way.
“Hello…” her voice was a bit unsure, quite. The fox’s ears twitched slightly, but it didn’t respond. Not right away, that is. After a few more silent moments, it suddenly sprinted forward, running all the way up to the girl.
She didn’t shriek, but the brunette was startled from the sudden action.
Taking advantage of her condition, the Pokemon snatched up the stone and bolted into the cemetery. Without even thinking it over, the girl gave chase.
---
The graveyard wasn’t a terribly inviting place. Old family crypts were organized methodically by year and importance. A thin mist hung in the air, making spotting the thief that much more of a challenge. Still, there was absolutely no way she was going to give up. That stone was a treasure entrusted to her by granddad. It was irreplaceable and infinitely special to her.
She managed to maintain a solid speed at first, keeping not too far behind the canidae. The leaves crunched as she ran over them, adding to the increasingly eerie atmosphere. The hall and cathedral were now invisible behind the girl.
Her mind, however, was squarely focused on catching the fox and getting her treasure back. Even the sorrow and loneliness that had plagued her so intensively earlier seemed to evaporate.
Unfortunately, the girl had never been a strong runner, and even willpower couldn’t keep her going forever. She started to slow down, her breathing growing heavier with each step. The black Pokemon’s lead was only expanding, and it seemed she had no hope in catching up. Still, she kept trying, despite the burning sensation emitting from her chest. Despite the ache in her legs and thirst for air, she had to press onward.
Finally, the canid slipped from view, hidden by the mist and maze of tombstones.
Now, she started to panic. The fox was gone, and so was her granddad’s stone.
So consumed in worry and thought was the girl, that she hadn’t noticed a tree’s root spread just inches ahead. Still jogging lightly, her foot got caught in the root, and she tripped forward rather violently.
At first, she just lay there pathetically, too shocked to move. Damp leaves clung onto her faux Cinncino fur coat, and her body was covered in a light layer of sweat.
Physically and emotionally, pain slowly consumed her. Tears quickly welled in her eyes and there was no self restraint. She began sobbing loudly, curling her body up into a tight ball.
Granddad was dead. The only stone she was allowed the have was gone. Her memento of him; vanished with the fox.
She wasn’t angry with the Pokemon, just sad. Sad at the world. Sad at the darkening clouds overheads, sad at the family whose opinions seemed to rule over all else. Sad at being all alone.
And though the girl wasn’t old enough to realise it yet, the lack of love in her life was the saddest thing of all.
“W-why did you go, granddad..? I miss you…” she whispered between sobs, using one thumb to trace tiny circles on the other. It brought little comfort.
Suddenly, the black canidae emerged from the mist. Consumed by her grief, the brunette didn’t notice, until it barked.
“Zorua!”
“H-hello…” her voice was wrecked from the sobbing. It was broken, but also meek.
The small Pokemon approached the girl slowly, a bit cautious.
Then, in front of her, it dropped a dark, night-like rock. The stone.
“Zo…” it seemed to say sorry, though she couldn’t quite understand.
Still teary, she gradually straightened her body, a slight surge of optimism pulsed through her body. It took her even longer to sit up, the fox still in place.
“T-thank-you for bringing it back…” the girl’s voice still showed strong evidence of strain, though it was a bit better than had been earlier. Then, the next words slipped right out of mouth.
“Could you...”
“Could you perhaps stay with me..?”
The Zorua appeared weary, and she wasn’t sure the Pokemon had understood her request. However, after studying her for a few more moments, it took small steps her way.
Minutes later, the girl was petting her new friend, speaking gentle words. Its fur was soft, though a bit damp from the mist, and a few leaves had stuck to the canine’s paws.
“I-I shall call you Lux. My tutor said it’s Latin for light,” she stated. It was an odd name for a dark fox, but despite gotten off to a very bad start; the Pokemon had brought with it warmth and happiness.
Despite being in an unknown section of a cemetery, the girl felt okay. She wasn’t alone anymore. Maybe the Zoura, Zelda and her could all be friends? That thought brought a small smile to the brunette’s face.
However, that didn’t last very long. Little did she realise how long she’d been away. And now, someone was calling her name in the distance. She froze. It was father. And he sounded more angry then concerned.
The fox twitched, and she could feel her new buddy was growing uneasy.
“It’s a-alright…”
But after hearing the stern, unfriendly voice again, feeling that presence draw closer, Lux leapt out of her arms and ran a few paces. It gave her an apologetic look before fleeing deeper into the graveyard. She was on her own again. Longing instantly shot through her system.
“No!” the girl almost screamed, leaning forward a little. “P-please come back, friend…”
But all she was met with was a furious father, disappointed mother and many weeks of spending time isolated in her room. Alone.
The mask hardened.
And soon, sadness would turn to rage after Zelda was lost. Sold. Gone.
Forever.
--/|~|\--
Why must I lose those I love?
Or, should I say…
Those that love me back.
Though I admit with much frankness,
My paternal figures, my heart has stopped yearning for their approval.
She cares for nothing more than her stature.
And he has no regard for anything that is not money.
I had no idea how deep the rabbit hole went until I dug,
It went further then I had ever imagined.
Dearest Zelda, her possible fate brought upon such sorrow.
That he could support such acts enraged me.
The mirror shatters,
The illusion breaks,
I am no longer their personal porcelain doll.
I am C-
--/|~|\--
In exile, she paid one last visit to her granddad’s grave. After many hours and tears, with the Moon Stone in hand, she turned to leave
And met a friend she’d only known shortly.
“I have not forgotten you, Lux…”
--/|~|\--
Mirrors are strange objects, are they not? The purpose they serve is to reflect reality, to provide a better look.
In a sense, however, they fool us.
I am a mirror
For mother and father; I must appear perfect. Like a soulless porcelain doll
I must appear perfect. But I am not perfect; I must fool the world.
I am an illusion.
--/|~|\--
The tears are hot, but her face is cold. The November air is chilly, and it only feels worse when the bitter wind blows.
Like all the warmth of the world was being brutally driven away.
Although she is too young to express her reality, this was a cruel metaphor for the turn her life had just taken. The one person to show the girl love was now gone, forever.
The brunette missed granddad already, and she could only burry her face in her hand and hope.
But, despite being young, she knew her hopes and wishes were in vain. Granddad was gone and she’d never see him ever again. No more hugs, days at the beach, stories from the “good old days”, it was all gone.
More tears spilt from her eyes, despite trying to limit them.
“Darling, it would be best if you not overdo it. Not in the presence of the family, at least” her mother had stated, and father only nodded along. She knew to take mother’s words about these things seriously, and today especially, she didn’t want to make mother mad. Or disappointed.
But such sadness she felt, trying to control it was a losing battle. It felt as if a chunk of her heart had been coloured black, a void consuming what was once happy.
The sky is grey; dreary and bleak, echoing the feelings welling up inside. Dead leaves are scattered about the ground, stepping on them makes a sad crunching sound. She knew they were once green, healthy, alive.
Alive.
Like Granddad once was not so long ago.
Even more hot tears streak down her cheeks, and the girl desperately fights a sob. Looking at mother for a moment, searching for a bit of comfort, the brunette notices she is busy discussing “grown up things” with a relative. The girl doesn't recognize the other woman, but she looks little bit like mother.
As mother is, the lady is very well dressed up. She is clad in a long floral coat, chestnut fur trim around the sleeves and neck. Mother is wearing a similar ensemble, but her coat is shorter, is pure black and features a bit more fur. They both smell of fancy perfume, a strong whiff of artificial flowers lingering in the air after them.
There is no reassurance to found.
The girl wishes mother could give her a hug, but she knows now is an “inappropriate” time. Mother is busy and the service has not even begun yet.
Zelda isn’t here.
And father, she knows searching for comfort in him is even more of a lost cause.
She suddenly feels the sharp sting of loneliness and longing, and finds herself struggling to fight the sobs that threaten to break her wall. Many more tears slip down her face and despite making a few unattractive sounds, is able to keep some composure.
She is too preoccupied to notice mother glare at her for a moment before turning back and continuing her conversation.
They near the cathedral now. There is nothing warm or friendly about the old building, which despite being very well maintained, still makes her slightly uncomfortable. The only bit of true colour to be seen on the edifice is the large stained glass window, depicting a scene she is unable to decipher. Despite being bright, it still gives off a cold vibe.
Everything today is frigid.
---
During the service, the girl fights even harder not to sob. She notices others crying, but none of them make unappealing sounds or lose themselves in sorrow. Even the children around her age seem to have a grip of themselves.
But they didn’t see Granddad very much. They certainly didn’t summer at the estate like she did.
She was always sad when August would come to an end. It meant leaving the warmth of Undella and being away from her grandfather and Zelda for a long time. It meant going back to lonely, stoic family manor. She never cried, but sadness did strike her.
That sorrow was nothing compared to this. It felt as if the black spot on her heart was growing, and she felt almost sick with grief. Though, she didn’t know being so sad was the catalyst for her nausea.
Instead of bothering mother or father, the girl slipped a rock out of her pocket. It was dark, rough and oblong; something about it reminded her of the night. Granddad gave her his stone collection, but father claimed she was too young for them and took most of them away “for safe keeping”. However, for some reason, he said she could keep this one.
“Not worth a thing,” he had stated, but despite being upset about losing the beautiful stones, she was glad one could stay with her. To her, it was a treasure she’d value forever.
Holding it made the sadness repeal a tad. The girl couldn’t explain why, it just did.
“Put that thing away before someone sees,” her mother’s whisper was harsh and the sound of it almost brought tears back to her eyes.
Mother was always extra austere at events; the grander and more people it involved, the stricter she was. This, the girl had grown accustomed to. However, today was different...
Without a word, she obeyed and slipped the stone back into her pocket.
A few moments later, she excused herself and headed toward the washrooms. She made sure not to make any noise on her way, the stone floor and thick runner eased the task.
Everything in the building oozed of upper class. The ornate, antique chandelier alone probably cost more than some people made a year. However, the only thing she knew about it is that it spooked her a little. It reminded her of a spider fused with a Chandelure, which was pretty creepy.
The bathroom was beautifully remolded, the sinks were a flawless porcelain, counters a light marble and the faucets were very detailed. The girl, however, didn’t seem to notice any of this and headed straight for a stall.
It was very spacious, considering it was a bathroom stall. The room was welcome, but she was contented just having a space where she could hold the stone without upsetting mother or father. She wished she could stay here the whole time, but knew taking too long might upset her parents...
However, right now was okay. And that was good enough.
---
After what felt to her as an eternity, it was finally over. The Followers of Cresselia Minister spoke about all sorts of things she didn’t quite comprehend. There was, however, one thing that did stand out was his passage about overcoming one’s own nightmares to face the light. And never losing sight of oneself, even when darkness threatened to close in and consume everything.
Like right now.
Like when they brought the casket. Fighting tears became impossible; the sight of granddad all dressed up. He looked as if in a tranquil slumber, an alarm clock being more than enough to reanimate him. However, she knew it was nothing but an illusion. He was dead; there was no waking anymore.
Mother and father had allowed her to cry more at this sight, other family members did. It was a “proper” time to be upset. And thus, the girl let herself show sorrow, feel sorrow.
---
The ringing of the church bells that shortly followed the service was haunting, yet beautiful. The tears had stopped flowing by now, and she simply starred at the moving bells.
And for a moment, no longer then a few seconds, she swore a weak sunbeam had penetrated the cloud covered sky.
The light among darkness.
That small series of events would stay with her for a very long time.
---
The reception hall was much newer then the cathedral, the architecture gave it away. None the less, it was very ornate and obviously decorated by someone with much money to spend. During dinner, a feast befitting of royalty, the girl sat alone. Oh, she was beside relatives and family acquaintances, but that loneliness was beginning to creep back.
Once in a while, someone would ask how her schooling was going along or express their condolences, but they never spoke with her very long. There was always another to engage, other things to discuss with different people.
During these dos, she used to sit beside granddad. He always made sure to spend time with her, and she didn’t feel as isolated as a result.
But, for obvious reasons, that could no longer take place.
The tears threatened to return; and this was certainly not an acceptable time. The meal was no longer appetizing. In fact, the heavy smell of meat and the sauces was starting to make the girl feel ill. She needed some space, to be away from these people and their opinions.
Mother said it was important to be prim and proper; that everyone would get a good opinion of you that way. The girl didn’t yet know, but saying they’d judge you better was a more accurate term in this situation.
Keep up the illusion
She excused herself for a moment, claiming the need for air as her reason. That was an appropriate way of stepping out for a little while, mother had stated several times before.
---
Afternoon’s coming did nothing to bring warmth to the outside world. The air still nipped at the girl’s skin, and it was more humid now than before. She sat on the marble steps, rubbing her hands together in an attempt to heat them up a little. That did not help too much.
What did provide assistance, however, was putting them in her pockets. Unfortunately, she soon noticed both her hand and the rock failed to fit in the limited pocket space. The solution was to rest the stone on the step beside her leg.
The brunette had chosen the back stairs; the likelihood of being seen by anyone was much lower there. She was not in the right state to be around relatives and acquaintances right now.
Here, she could cry, whimper and sob without others forming bad opinions about her. But, really, all that the girl desired was a warm hug and kind words.
That was not going to happen.
She was on the verge of a breakdown when a noise, coming from the nearby bushes was heard. Immediately, her hazel eyes darted to the plant, instantly weary.
Beware of kidnappers, mother and father had stated countless times. She had been thoroughly instructed on what to say and do should the need ever arise, but the thought of being taken by bad men was none the less frightening. She tensed, not daring to move, growing increasingly nervous.
However, the likelihood that some kidnappers could both know about this place and manage to get all the way here without detection was rather unlikely. Private family island, not on an recreational maps.
Still, the girl had been told they could be very sneaky and intelligent, and she could do was sit still and wait for something to happen.
And after a few moments, something did in fact happen.
A small, black fox emerged from the bush, its sky blue eyes aimed in her direction. At first, both parties stay fixed in place, staring carefully at each other. However, soon, the small Pokemon’s attention seemed to shift, but it was still looking her way.
“Hello…” her voice was a bit unsure, quite. The fox’s ears twitched slightly, but it didn’t respond. Not right away, that is. After a few more silent moments, it suddenly sprinted forward, running all the way up to the girl.
She didn’t shriek, but the brunette was startled from the sudden action.
Taking advantage of her condition, the Pokemon snatched up the stone and bolted into the cemetery. Without even thinking it over, the girl gave chase.
---
The graveyard wasn’t a terribly inviting place. Old family crypts were organized methodically by year and importance. A thin mist hung in the air, making spotting the thief that much more of a challenge. Still, there was absolutely no way she was going to give up. That stone was a treasure entrusted to her by granddad. It was irreplaceable and infinitely special to her.
She managed to maintain a solid speed at first, keeping not too far behind the canidae. The leaves crunched as she ran over them, adding to the increasingly eerie atmosphere. The hall and cathedral were now invisible behind the girl.
Her mind, however, was squarely focused on catching the fox and getting her treasure back. Even the sorrow and loneliness that had plagued her so intensively earlier seemed to evaporate.
Unfortunately, the girl had never been a strong runner, and even willpower couldn’t keep her going forever. She started to slow down, her breathing growing heavier with each step. The black Pokemon’s lead was only expanding, and it seemed she had no hope in catching up. Still, she kept trying, despite the burning sensation emitting from her chest. Despite the ache in her legs and thirst for air, she had to press onward.
Finally, the canid slipped from view, hidden by the mist and maze of tombstones.
Now, she started to panic. The fox was gone, and so was her granddad’s stone.
So consumed in worry and thought was the girl, that she hadn’t noticed a tree’s root spread just inches ahead. Still jogging lightly, her foot got caught in the root, and she tripped forward rather violently.
At first, she just lay there pathetically, too shocked to move. Damp leaves clung onto her faux Cinncino fur coat, and her body was covered in a light layer of sweat.
Physically and emotionally, pain slowly consumed her. Tears quickly welled in her eyes and there was no self restraint. She began sobbing loudly, curling her body up into a tight ball.
Granddad was dead. The only stone she was allowed the have was gone. Her memento of him; vanished with the fox.
She wasn’t angry with the Pokemon, just sad. Sad at the world. Sad at the darkening clouds overheads, sad at the family whose opinions seemed to rule over all else. Sad at being all alone.
And though the girl wasn’t old enough to realise it yet, the lack of love in her life was the saddest thing of all.
“W-why did you go, granddad..? I miss you…” she whispered between sobs, using one thumb to trace tiny circles on the other. It brought little comfort.
Suddenly, the black canidae emerged from the mist. Consumed by her grief, the brunette didn’t notice, until it barked.
“Zorua!”
“H-hello…” her voice was wrecked from the sobbing. It was broken, but also meek.
The small Pokemon approached the girl slowly, a bit cautious.
Then, in front of her, it dropped a dark, night-like rock. The stone.
“Zo…” it seemed to say sorry, though she couldn’t quite understand.
Still teary, she gradually straightened her body, a slight surge of optimism pulsed through her body. It took her even longer to sit up, the fox still in place.
“T-thank-you for bringing it back…” the girl’s voice still showed strong evidence of strain, though it was a bit better than had been earlier. Then, the next words slipped right out of mouth.
“Could you...”
“Could you perhaps stay with me..?”
The Zorua appeared weary, and she wasn’t sure the Pokemon had understood her request. However, after studying her for a few more moments, it took small steps her way.
Minutes later, the girl was petting her new friend, speaking gentle words. Its fur was soft, though a bit damp from the mist, and a few leaves had stuck to the canine’s paws.
“I-I shall call you Lux. My tutor said it’s Latin for light,” she stated. It was an odd name for a dark fox, but despite gotten off to a very bad start; the Pokemon had brought with it warmth and happiness.
Despite being in an unknown section of a cemetery, the girl felt okay. She wasn’t alone anymore. Maybe the Zoura, Zelda and her could all be friends? That thought brought a small smile to the brunette’s face.
However, that didn’t last very long. Little did she realise how long she’d been away. And now, someone was calling her name in the distance. She froze. It was father. And he sounded more angry then concerned.
The fox twitched, and she could feel her new buddy was growing uneasy.
“It’s a-alright…”
But after hearing the stern, unfriendly voice again, feeling that presence draw closer, Lux leapt out of her arms and ran a few paces. It gave her an apologetic look before fleeing deeper into the graveyard. She was on her own again. Longing instantly shot through her system.
“No!” the girl almost screamed, leaning forward a little. “P-please come back, friend…”
But all she was met with was a furious father, disappointed mother and many weeks of spending time isolated in her room. Alone.
The mask hardened.
And soon, sadness would turn to rage after Zelda was lost. Sold. Gone.
Forever.
--/|~|\--
Why must I lose those I love?
Or, should I say…
Those that love me back.
Though I admit with much frankness,
My paternal figures, my heart has stopped yearning for their approval.
She cares for nothing more than her stature.
And he has no regard for anything that is not money.
I had no idea how deep the rabbit hole went until I dug,
It went further then I had ever imagined.
Dearest Zelda, her possible fate brought upon such sorrow.
That he could support such acts enraged me.
The mirror shatters,
The illusion breaks,
I am no longer their personal porcelain doll.
I am C-
--/|~|\--
In exile, she paid one last visit to her granddad’s grave. After many hours and tears, with the Moon Stone in hand, she turned to leave
And met a friend she’d only known shortly.
“I have not forgotten you, Lux…”