--------Prelude--------

    The soft summer winds blew, caressing Earth and all her children. The 
heavens were blessed with cottony clouds, filled with drizzles of cool rain. 
Yet, the sky did remain blue to allow the warm rays of sun unto the plentiful 
life upon Terra Firma. Upon the world of many creatures, a blessed morn' had 
dawned. Fate was to make itself between two within this day of many beautiful 
facets.

    Aloft the mighty mountain of Auburn, did the sun caress; did the winds blow; 
did the rain fall. Yes, aloft the mighty mountain of Auburn, peace its home; and 
upon it's peak, rested a legendary shrine of which humans and their pokemon 
partners tested their strength. The sacred Auburn Gym, so it was called. Only 
the most courageous could climb through its mighty slopes. As within, lay the 
most sought after item: The Badge of Ciphers. The power it held lay unknown 
throughout the ages. Not a soul, but those who have guarded it, has laid eyes 
upon it.

    Yet, the Guardians, throughout the folds of time, had fallen away from the 
temple of which The Cipher was held, and left it unknown to humanity for many a 
century. They had traveled across the mighty sea to where the land was rich and 
luscious, where there were other humans of which they could coexist. They became 
mixed within the populous, and became unaware of who they truly were.

    The youngest of these Guardians is one who shall be grasped by the great 
hand of Fate. The young Guardian is the last of her kind, the last of the 
Guardians of The Cipher. She is young, orphaned, and alone in the vast world. 
With her pokemon partners she has traveled through many countries, never meeting 
another human who understood her ways. Save one human, though. That one human 
had been her neighbor in a small town: A town called Pallet.

    This was her birthplace, where she grew with her one friend that understood 
her. Her deep soul was seen through by him, and loved by him. He did not speak 
of his emotion, though at times he had shown it. She did not notice, as she was 
too much of a friend rather than anything else. Their days of peace and beauty 
had lasted for the time of a decade; limited by Fate. Their times were not in 
vain, as the two severed ends were to reunite once again.

The day, of which they both aged a decade, was the last day they saw into each 
other's eyes. She had received her first pokemon, an Eevee, and was on her way 
down the road. He was sprinting, in his pajamas, towards the laboratory in which 
he should receive his partner, but stopped before entering. He saw her, carrying 
the tawny Eevee within her arms. She turned with the sound of his rushed 
footsteps towards the laboratory. They locked eyes and smiled across the 
distance, and waved to one another longer than they had ever done; they did not 
want to finally part. She turned back to the path, and continued onward. He kept 
waving, though his smile had wilted. Hand lowering to his side, he withheld a 
small tear, and entered the building.  Neither had looked back.


---------One--------

     "Miora, what is wrong? You look so melancholy..." G'ata softly whispered. 
Miora turned from her solace gaze into the early horizon, slightly startled. She 
stretched her arms above her head. She had been awake since before light, and 
was still greatly exhausted from the previous day.
"Oh... It's nothing..." she murmured solemnly. G'ata, her wise Absol, who was 
one of the few rare pokemon who could speak the tongue of man, knew Miora 
better. She could sense that there was something wrong, as she always had. There 
was always an aura of calm around G'ata; whenever Miora was sad, G'ata had 
always soothed her.

"Miora..." she whispered concernedly, "Tell me, what's troubling you?"
G'ata paced several times behind Miora's back and finally sat next to her. She 
lifted an ebony clawed paw, placing it on Miora's hand. Miora sighed heavily.
"I've been thinking about.... Him...", she began rather uncomfortably, "... It 
is just... I feel so... alone right now..."
G'ata turned her head to one side, crimson optics posing in a worried fashion.
"You are not alone, I.... WE are here, your pokemon! We're here for you!"
Miora shook her head, withholding a small choking sob. She closed her eyes, and 
the heavy pain lessened.
"No, I mean, I feel alone because.... I have no HUMAN friends. It's not that I'm 
not grateful for you, my pokemon, it's just...." She thought for a moment "... 
So hard to explain..."
"I understand." G'ata said, a tone of solemnity in her deep, warm, feminine 
voice. "But, I suppose I never perfectly will, as I am not human." She stood, 
stretching her muscular legs.
"Will you sleep any more, Miora?"
"No, I've tried. I've too much on my mind to sleep..."
"I wish I could help..." said G'ata sadly.
"No, it is all right... It is of my own doing that I am sad... I should have 
followed him.... Either that.... Or have forgotten him and all of the humans I 
knew..." Miora finished the conversation, resting her head forward upon her 
cupped hands. Her body trembled with small sobs and cries. G'ata had turned back 
to look after her, but thought it best to allow her to release her strong 
emotion in peace. She again turned, and withdrew herself into her pokeball.

Miora continued to sit, curled into a fetal position upon the hard rock of the 
cliff upon which she sat. Raising her trembling head, she gazed into the vivid 
sunrise. She felt calm... After months of insecurity, she felt... At peace. She 
sat up once more, this time standing.
I am going to find him, Miora thought confidently, after four long, lonely 
years, I shall find him.

Miora crawled beneath the sheets of her sleeping bag. She continued to watch the 
rising sun. The cold night became warm, caressing her icy cheeks and spreading 
light upon her fair skin. Her dark brown hair lightened into a redder hue, it 
glistened in the graduating sunlight.
"Beauty... And... Peace... All I could ask for..."

--------Two--------

    The blessed morn' had awakened all of Earth's children. Miora lay awake, 
remaining in insomnia from the previous night. She sat up; mustering all of her 
unreplenished energy, and reached for her backpack. Within lay her six 
pokeballs, each containing her well-trained, strong pokemon. She picked each of 
them up, tapping on the red lid. "Wake up!", she whispered to each of them. As 
the balls rested upon the ground, they opened.
Out came each of her pokemon, stretching and yawning.
    G'ata awoke first, not as tired as the others. Second came Sammy, or Sam for 
short, her Typhlosion. Third was Sam's mate, Firebrand, also a Typhlosion. They 
each gave a loud, bellowing yawn. Fourth came Yin, an Umbreeon. This was Miora's 
Eevee, who evolved at exactly midnight on a full moon, which happened to be the 
night before the Pokemon League tournament, giving her an advantage.
Fifth came Kaju, Miora's Manectric. Kaju was often described as a 'soccer mom', 
though she had no children (which was thankful, only The Creator knows what Kaju 
might do to them if that were to ever to occur).
    Sixth, Lyanna the Swellow came forth. Lyanna was the most beautiful of all 
bird pokemon, not just as an opinion, but also as fact. Her beauty and pure 
attitude surpassed all of the legendary birds. She helped Miora travel across 
the land, speeding through the airways with such beauty and grace that, to those 
who saw her flight from below, was referred to as 'Lyanna, the Goddess of Wind 
and Sky'. Though being a modest individual, she lived her life with Miora 
ignoring her glamour.

"Everyone," Miora announced after all of the pokemon had finished stretching, 
"There's someone, an old friend of mine, that I've decided to go look for. You 
all probably don't know him, but he and I have been friends for a long time; I 
just... want to be sure that he's okay..."

Miora's pokemon glanced at each other, smiling. They could see exactly where 
THIS was going... They knew that their trainer was just hiding her crush beneath 
transparent 'friendship'. They all turned to face her, grinning, laughter in 
their eyes. G'ata couldn't stand it, she began to laugh out loud, followed by 
the others.

"What???" Miora said frantically, throwing her hands in the air.
G'ata managed to suppress her light-hearted laughter, "Relax, we're laughing 
with you, not at you! It's just so cute that you have a crush on your old best 
friend!"

Miora blushed a bright scarlet, turning around to face the sunset. She ran her 
fingers through her hair. She could not deny her love for her old friend; it was 
obvious now. Shrugging, she turned back around to face her humored pokemon.

"So..." Miora began airily, "Shall we start?"
Each of her pokemon had a very wide, toothy grin on their face.

"Oh, I think you know the answer to that one, Miora!"

-------- Three --------


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