Hi. You may know me as Lily, or the Daughter Of Yveltal. Three years ago, I left my home in search of my father, a man who disappeared for eight years during the time I grew up. Every year on my birthday, June 19th, Mum and I sit on the porch with junk food and candles to light up the  front of this old house, waiting until one in the morning to see if Dad will come back. He never did, but I like to think that wherever he is, he's doing the same. 

On my twelfth birthday, I was awoken by Fletchling. It had a small crown on its little head, saying Happy Birthday. You may think that it's weird, but my birthday... is not a happy time for me. It's depressing to know that we keep waiting and waiting, but he never comes back. He never sends letters, never stops by to see us. At that time, I didn't even remember his name. 

I tried to stay up in my room that day, but Mum called me down saying there was a package in for me. It was delivered by Sammy, our mailman. He jokes a lot that the packages were from Mr. Ross, also known as my father. By this time, he stoped by with an urgent look on his face. He put the package in my hands, and said, "It's from Mr. Levi Ross." I gave him a funny look, and then he clarified. "Really! I'm not joking this time! It's really FROM MR. ROSS!" I was shocked. After eight years, he finally shows he's still here. 

After Sammy leaves, I open it to find a small, handwritten letter. On the front, written in cursive, I said my name. Lily. I read it silently....

"Lily- Eight years ago, I left because your mother... did something, let's say. I told you I'd get you in the morning, but I never did. I want to apologize for all of the heartbreak that I caused, and I hope that someday you'll forgive me. In this box is something that I hope you'll cherish forever, and love as I love you. I hope we can see each other again someday. I love you, don't ever forget that. Happy birthday." I was on the verge of tears. He... really did love me...

Still pondering why he hasn't said anything, I open the box. It seems to be very precious and fragile. Inside is preciously packed, holding... a Pokeball. It has the symbol of a flame on it. I take it out, and a small, foxlike creature springs to life. I remember this from the trainers' school. It's name... Fennekin. I'm going to be a Pokémon trainer.