So now I have a rant book if anyone is interested. Probably not but I thought I'd just put that out there. Just a warning, once Tuesday arrives, I will have to be deleting the Wattpad app cause I'm attending a big swim meet in Florida and I can't be distracted. Don't worry, I'll be back hopefully by this Sunday but I'll be totally offline at that point. So, goodbye for now!

I drew the whistle to my lips and let a high pitch note ring down the narrow dirt trail. Flanking birch trees and wild flower bushes let their leafy tendrils cascade onto the sandy path. Lianas slithered up buttress roots in intricate patters of sweeping crossroads and ribbons. The morning was young and the forest was ardent.

"Rampardos, keep up!" I yelled at the team member that had started to drift behind. Leaving the rock type for any longer than five minuets without a kick of motivation or scolding resulted in immediate slug of pace. To keep him in high spirits, I blew the whistle again, this time, with more fortitude.

I had obtained Rampardos in Sinnoh as a young Cranidos. He was the first Pokemon I caught in the wild and believe me, it was a very messy task. But it worked, as we shared a similar anger, akin lit fuses. He was my sheer force on the field, earthquakes pulsing from beneath his clawed feet.

"Plusle! What did I tell you about sprinting the fist half of training?!" I bellowed down the trail to which another team member was being overly enthusiastic. The small electric type perked an ear, acknowledging my question and answering with the sound of dainty feet skidding across arenaceous. Beside me, a few squeaky hiccups tore through the air.

"And Minun, what did I tell you about laughing at your brother?!" I chided the twin Pokemon who skipped along by my feet. My team and I were in the middle of a long morning jog, in which I deemed aerobic endurance training. Keeping the six of them in tack was always a struggle.

Plusle and Minun had been a gift from Serena after we returned to Kalos from our journeys. She had caught them in Hoenn saying that they reminded her of my twin brothers, Aron and Leon. Knowing how much I clandestinely missed them, Serena gave the pair to me as a belated 17th birthday present. I've never competed in a double battle with any other duo since.

"Liepard! No dark-pulse in the forest unless I tell you!" I seethed at the feline Pokemon who was just about to lose her temper in a fit of exploding mauves and lilacs. She snapped her jaw shut, concealing the gleaming canine fangs and continuing to trot on with her nose turned skywards.

Liepard was the second Pokemon I acquired in the Sinnoh region. She was cunning, slick and devious. All her movements were acute and tactical, structuring a necessity in battle. However, she wasn't so straightforward to catch. As a small Purlion, she was shrewd and fraudulent, teasing me with sly looks. I followed Purlion for three days before finally catching her.

"Oh Espeon, what am I going to do with all of you?" I sighed, glancing at my neon partner who strode tidily by my right.

"Es, Epse!" She exclaimed, nodding her elliptical head towards the final member of my team who was scampering into the bushes, obviously amused by a more charming interest. His nose thorn deep in a flowering quince, the pup scavenged amongst the dirt and leaves on a search.

"Zorua! Come on and finish training!" I yelled with frustration searing across my lips and into my tone. The dark type paused for a brief moment, lifting his pointed nose only to give me a menacing grin. A dismissal that could be mistaken for a cackle bid me goodbye as Zorua pounced into the bush, blending in with the forest shadows like somber colors swiped across a paint pallet in one brisk stroke.

You see, Zorua was the most difficult Pokemon I ever had to deal with. He was like a heightened and very much perilous concoction of Liepard's deviousness, Plusle's energy and Minum's jokester persona. I'd caught him in the Unova region and with all honesty, I often wondered why he stayed. I wouldn't have been able to catch him if he hadn't wanted to come with me.

We had a bittersweet relationship. Like black shots of expresso, distasteful at first but leaves you electrified and contented. We fluctuated like a mountain range, featuring many lows but also spectacular highs. I think that's why he kept coming back, were for those highs. The most memorable one was when we won the Kalos league, even though twenty minutes before the final, I had lost Zorua, for he had run away to play pretend as a lost child at the stadium entrance.

"He won't be back until sundown now." I sighed, looking back at where the dark type had disappeared. He would do this sometimes, run away during the first breaths of morning and only return to our apartment as the sun set. I didn't know what he did when he was gone. But he would always comes back to settle on my lap and curl up real tight before drifting into a simultaneous slumber.

Sure, they were all extremely varied in personality traits, however, each one of them shared two things in common: a passion for the battle field and a deep hearted loyalty.

After a few more minuets of jogging and constant streams of motivation for Rampardos, we'd made our vast circle back to where the forest meets Lumiose City park. The early risers had already spilled through the park to complete morning walks and play times. Returning all my team but Espeon back to their Pokeballs, the rough gargle in my stomach informed me that I was hungry and craving something sweet.

"Alright Espeon, let's go meet Serena at Slurpuff's Corner."

"Florges, can you pass the frosting please!" I asked in a cheery voice that reflected the vibrant colors littering my modern style kitchen like a splattering of paint keenly dished alongside a sugary aroma. The flamboyant fairy type gladly handed me a piping bag of berry infused frosting.

With acute sweeps, I curled long snakes of pink icing around each Pokepuff. Peppered layers of confectioner sugar spanned across the marble counter as evidence of the morning's baking extravaganza. I had awoken early that day when Elaina left the apartment for her training jog. She and her team weren't exactly most the reticent bunch.

After gathering a handful of chromatic berries from the fridge, I turned back to my work only to find it was on the verge of sabotage by the rapacious hands of a black and white Pokemon.

"Pancham!" I shrieked, slapping away his hand in an instant. "Not yet! Breakfast is almost ready."

Ensuing each Pokepuff was flourished with a sprinkle of berries and making sure Delphox's was the only one coming in contact with tomato berry, I gazed upon my royal teams feast. They were far too spoilt.

"Sylveon! Delphox! Milotic! Breakfast is ready!" I bellowed through the household, amplitude almost loud enough to corrupt the lovely pottery dotted throughout. The trio trotted into the kitchen with a mixture of elegance and haste. A Queen's Pokemon should remain the embodiment of poise even when offstage.

I had caught Milotic in Hoenn, as a naive Feebas after an unfortunate incident. Back then he wasn't a sight to behold, but still a humble and amiable creature. Performance was a hard prospect to teach at first, but upon evolution, Milotic excelled. Some now say he's the most graceful fish to dance on stage.

Florges was obtained after my arrival in Kalos. She was already ambitious about performing when we met, in fact, through the debuts. As a Floette, she was supple and lithe, the perfect balletic accent to any performance.

I served each Pokemon their breakfast Pokepuff before grabbing the apartment keys and my hat. Giving an ample smile, I bid them a quick goodbye.

"I'll be back later this morning so don't break anything. I'm going to Slurpuff's Corner to meet Elaina for breakfast. When I come back all fragile vases should be perfectly in tack, do you hear me?" I questioned as my team scoffed down their treats. My responses were halfhearted grunts between bites of food.

Nonetheless, I headed out the house for the most disastrous breakfast of my life.

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The Kalos morning was cordial. With its cloudless sky inked with subtle brushstrokes of blue and lush vegetation strewed between streets and sidewalks. The boulevards always clung to a smell of buttered pastries and candy glazes, which tingled the senses of any sweet tooth in the most childish way possible. And the population of shopaholics seemed to stretch far and wide in Lumiose City. It was the center of all things desirable.

Slurpuff's Corner was a cafe that double functioned as bakery in a sunny corner near the park. It had gotten exceedingly popular since it opened last year and was always brimming with eager consumers. Luckily, Elaina and I had our own spot reserved there, as we visited quite often. And it surprisingly wasn't due to my reputation as Kalos Queen, rather I knew the owner.

Elaina stood waiting for me amongst the crowd of morning costumers, still clad in her workout clothes and long blonde hair in a ponytail. Upon seeing me, she waved and called me over.

"You stink." I remarked as we waited to be seated. Elaina grimaced, pouting like a little girl who had her toy confiscated.

"Damn, I thought my sweat smelled like roses."

"Queen Serena, would you like your usual table?" The hostess asked politely, recognizing me from the countless television screens and occasions I had visited.

"Actually, it's a beautiful day out. I think it would be more suitable to sit outside." I responded with my award winning smile. Had I not decided this, possibly things would have gone differently. Elaina may have planted that grim punch between his eyes. Maybe I would have run into his arms despite all bewilderment. Maybe he would have taken me by the waist and hoisted me into the air like a bird's first flight.

"Certainly, your majesty."

The outside sitting area at Slurpuff's Corner was styled with a classic and elegant twist. Delicately crafted chairs and red striped umbrellas all boxed in a black picket fence. We were appointed a table on the outskirts, by the fence overlooking a busy boulevard.

"Serena! Elaina! Nice to see you here again!" A buoyant voice chirped from behind us. We turned to find the owner and head pastry chef of Slurpuff's Corner, Miette. Her ecstatic cobalt hair the same disheveled style, charmed with a headband which was now sprinkled with flour. She had settled her antics over the years in order to accommodate her successful business and dreams of being one of Kalos' finest bakers.

"Miette! Lovely to see you again too!" I greeted as my lips curled once again into a heartening smile.

"Your usual order?" She asked, though, she knew it was unnecessary, for we were people of habit.

"Of course."

"Alright! One Kalosian style breakfast and one giant cinnamon bun with extra icing coming right up!"

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A/N: I always just imagined this song playing at this part. Plus, it will always be my favorite song in this album.

I arrived in Kalos in the youth of day, as the sun cast hues of tangerine and vermilion across the sky like hell had begun to seep colors through pores. I'd spent the morning on a hunt for Internet, hoping I would be able to uncover information about where I could find Serena. After spending much of my first hours on a computer in the Pokemon Center, I figured out that the Kalos Queen and the league champion resided in an apartment near the city heart. After printing an address, I started my quest for redemption, or at least, acceptance. But soon found myself on the brink of starvation, which wasn't abetted by the warm aromas filtering through every cafe I passed.

The first brews of coffee hung aperitive smells in the air that drew me closer to the open cafe doors. Besides, I'd feel much more confident taking on such task with a satisfied stomach.

I discovered a small cafe near the park called Slurpuff's Corner, in which I'd seen ads and praise for during my search online. Little did I know I was approaching much more than a harbor of baked goods and sugar art. Once I was close enough to see them, there was no unseeing them. I guess, beauty draws a keen eye wether its foreign or recognized. This was no exception.

The duo sat like a fantasy scene, a casted movie or illusory fairytale. I wondered how different they would look--if at all. I wondered if my memories had faded enough that I would have to look twice before recognizing them. But that was not the case.

They were different-- matured and amended-- yet still took no hesitance to verify. Certain features, Elaina's freckles and Serena's royal eyes, had not out grown them.

I'd forgotten my path, my reason of coming and everyone bustling around me. I just stared. The world could have engaged in an instantaneous apocalypse and I wouldn't have noticed.

Serena's bodice was still slender and curved, as if the very hands of time couldn't change her mold. And the standard summer dress she don accented every valley of shape while baring her legs freely. Even her hair had grown to just passed her shoulders, and she hadn't bothered to style it, but it was the kind of rustic that was opulent.

Elaina was the first to notice me. It took her a few moments to process my presence, she almost seemed so disbelieved she'd look away and pretend I wasn't there. But once the clarity leeched into her eyes, I was glad there was a fence between me and her.