--Serena pov--

It has been a few weeks since I talked with Delia, and I have been becoming restless. I don't know why, but I feel I'm not doing enough. I want to go, find ash, but then what. My mind doesn't seem to care. Is it my selfishness yearning for adventure or just blind love. Either way, I'm going.
"What are you packing for" my mom suddenly walked into my room seeing the bags and things organized together. "Oh... Well I'm going on a camping trip with a few friends". "Oh, ok. Well I guess you are really growing up. I hope you have fun". She said and walked out.
The truth is, I'm not at all going camping. Since all passenger boats/plains have stopped going to kanto since the war, I plan to take a freight boat.
     Kalos is apparently allied with kanto, so they send supplies to there weekly. And tonight is the day.
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     I look outside seeing the large boat pull up. Clang! The boats metal cargo door slams open. I look at my belt, seeing my Pokemon there. 'Ok' I think 'Go!'. Thump thump... I run past the one man using the large machine sounds to mask my own. I grab onto the sides of a metal container feeling the cool touch I swing into it. Then the container shuts... No going back now.