I sat upon the craggy ledge that over looked the ocean. Salty mist floated upward from the thrashing waves, coating my clothes in the liquid. I guess you could call it a relaxing or beautiful sight, maybe if you were a insanely obsessed with stupid stuff like photography. Feral Wingulls flew around overhead, cawing and crying out their shouts of their names.

In a slow, smooth motion, I picked up the bow beside me and selected an arrow from my quiver, drawing it back and taking aim. Releasing, I allowed the arrow to soar through the empty space, embedding itself into the flesh of a chosen Wingull.

'Oops'.

It plummeted to the ground, landing half in the water and half on the beach below. It twitched for a while before I finally got board of watching it fail at dying and sat upwards, looking out at the boring nothingness, which was much more enjoyable then being around Mom.

"Elkarez, you jerk!" I heard the call from behind and groaned, loud and obnoxiously. Stupid Ariana, always being so annoying and stupid. "Why do you have to be such a stupid jerk all the times?" she asked. Oh, so I'm the stupid one now.

"I don't know, same reason you never shut up?" I responded.

"Oh, take your own words and shut up yourself," She hissed. "And why'd you have to try and kill it with a bow and arrows? Why not just use some moves? Oh that's right, you're to stupid to learn any moves." She snickered to herself.

I scoffed. "I don't know, why am I the fully evolved one, and you're the fully stupid one? Besides, moves just tire you out quicker." She growled at my remark. I turned my head to look at her, and snorted at her face. She was pissed.

Her jaw tight, she moved to the edge next to me, sticking her hand out and shooting a purple beam towards the fallen feral Wingull. The beam swirled around on itself, creating a Twister which swirled the limp being upwards into her hand. Not too gently, she plopped the feral Pokémon onto my lap. Oh my Rayquaza, it was still twitching. I began picking it up by a single feather, only to have it slapped back down into my lap by my sister.

"Leave it be," she said through clenched teeth before running back to her basket of berries she'd collected, picking a shiny blue one and returning. She fed it to the feral Wingull, who's eyes sprang open and it tried to take off, the only thing it accomplished was smacking me in the face.

I felt a hand hit the back of my head. "Great job, you oaf, you broke it's wing. You'll just have to let it be, there's nothing more we can do."

"Fine," I replied, standing up to get punched in the arm as the feral Wingull plummeted to the groaned with a distressed and annoyed squawk.

"Stupid, you should have put it down gently! How would you like it if I dropped you if you had a broken arm?"

"That would never happen, you're too weak to pick me up." She bashed her skull into my shoulder, though it barely hurt. "Losing brain cells won't help you." She growled, signaling that she was two words away from biting me.

"Just come on, Mom's gonna want us back before Dad gets home to make dinner. Oh, and pray to Rayquaza Mom's done chopping the ingredients for dinner." I shuddered. Mom gets really angry when I shoot down Wingulls, and she usually ended up throwing knives at me. Wordlessly, I got up and followed my sister, who just as silently lead me home, picking up her abandoned basket when she passed it. At some point in the walk back, Ariana had left me behind and went home herself.

I approached the door to my house and sighed. I already knew what was going to happen. I'll open the door, walk in, and when I would close the door, I would duck, dodging Mom's knife, and then get reprimanded by Mom. Well, I might as well get this over with. Open door, walk in, close door, duck.

"Elkarez, why did you shoot down another Wingull?" Told ya.

"'Cause I felt like it."

Mom growled. "Elkarez, why do you always answer the same way every time?"

I rolled my eyes. "Why do you always ask the same question?"

Mom stabbed the knife she had picked up to resume chopping vegetables into the counter top. "Just go to your room. Your father and I will discuss with you your plan for training." Ignoring her command, I stood still for a moment before side stepping yet another knife Mom had hurtled at me. "Go, before I run out of knives." I hid a shiver and walked towards the stairs which lead to my room upstairs.

The second floor of our house was rather bland, only containing mine and Ariana's rooms and a shared bathroom. I walked into my own room, the last room with an oak door, and plopped down on my bed, looking at all the junk I had layer my walls with. Hundreds of Pokémon cards covered my walls, each of them in their own little plastic sleeve. When I first started collecting them when I was seven, I had just sorted them into groups of 'cool', 'not cool', and 'loser, you don't have one of these!'. Over the years, I collected more and more, covering my walls so well, I don't even remember what color the walls originally are. Each one was alphabetically sorted, though the ultra-rare Gijinka forms of the legendaries lined the ceiling above my bed.

Remembering the time I chipped part of the ceiling while trying to get my Gijinka form Victini up there, and smiled at the thought. That was back when Mom and I didn't hate each other so much. I laid back upon my bed, and I must have dozed off because Mom was already knocking on the door, threatening to bust it down and make fix it if I didn't respond or open the door in the next minute.

"Just open the door, Mom," I yelled, mumbling under my breath that the whole village didn't need to learn she's a violent jerk. My door swung open, and I snapped my mouth shut in the middle of forming the word jerk. In stepped the two people I expected: my mom, Ari, and my dad, Reshiram.

"Elkarez, you've been alive for eighteen years now, and we've decided that you need to at least learn four moves," My dad began.

"And I don't have the time to train you myself, so we're sending you off to train with a good friend of mine," Mom continued. I stopped holding up my head and let it hit the pillow.

"I have to train with some old guy?" Mom's eye twitches, though Dad speaks before her.

"Compared to me, he is very, very young."

"He helped me take down Arceus and he help rebuild this city, so you better be respectful to Night while he so kindly agreed to deal with you for how ever long he has to," Mom said, failing at hiding her frustration.

"Night? What, does he have a sister named Day? And cousins named Morning, Twilight, Midday, and Evening?" I smirk as Mom's eye twitches three more times, but this time she beat Dad to the punch.

"Now you listen, young man, you are going to pack your bags, get a good night's sleep, and leave for Kyogre's territory in the morning, do you hear me?"

"I'm supposed to steal my future Sensei's sleep?"

"You shut up, you filthy little ingrate-"

"Good night, Elkarez," Dad said, steering Mom out of my room.

"'Night, Dad." Mom growls from the hallway and I smirk, swinging myself off the bed. I was going to miss aggravating Mom and Ariana while I'm out learning useless moves. Sighing, I grabbed my only back pack and start stuffing clothes into it, only taking my necessities. Looking back at the room, my eyes flicker up the wall at all my Pokémon cards, and up at the ultra-rare Gijinka cards on the ceiling. Reaching up, I grab two cards, Kyurem and Kyogre, and sandwich them between two sturdy pieces of cardboard, taping them together and putting them into my backpack. If I was going to be gone for Rayquaza knows how long, I might as well bring some memories, too.

Taking a final look over the room, I was satisfied at the amount I had packed and plopped down on my bed to go to sleep.