Isn't this how all journeys begin?
she thought to herself as she entered the forest. Could the whole region be any more formulaic?
She nonetheless hung her shoulders down, shoving her hands into her pockets, and continued onwards. She could hardly stand to glance at the small orange chick tagging at her feet, ogling up at her with its disproportional brown eyes, its yellow topknot of feathers quivering with excitement.
The teen continued on, trying to avoid eye contact with the Torchic as she continued along the forest path.
Jill Hockney seemed to be dissatisfied with everything that she came across, no matter how pleasant or joyful the incident or occasion; for this reason, she drove her parents up the wall as if she were piloting an adherent bulldozer. So you could only imagine their reaction when she suddenly brought forth that she wanted to become a Pokemon Trainer. Taking pride in Jill's sudden recovery from her immovable pessimism, they nurtured the idea with as much as they could, for being so far out of their means, at least. It was only until she turned 16 that they had finally raised enough money to send her across the Pacific to Sinnoh, the closest region.
Jill eventually drove a hard bargain with the officials when choosing her starter, being in a dilemma between Chimchar and Piplup. To satisfy her, and to get the jam-packed line of irritated aspiring trainers moving again, they offered her a Hoenn starter, Torchic. Even she couldn't see any harm in the seemingly perfect combination. Not being able to come up with a better name, she came up with Stefani. Yes, that's right, after the musical artist...
Oh, but what high maintenance! The stupid bird had no middle when it came to moods; it would either be joyfully hyper or listlessly depressed, cavity-inducingly sweet or hair-tairing mad, and, probably the most annoying of all, frustratingly clingy or afflicted with incorrigible wanderlust.
For the latter, Jill had chosen the forest as their starting location for their journey together; she would hear her rustling if she were to spontaneously choose a time to go for a walk, and compared to the cool dark green of the forest, she'd stick out like a sore thumb.
As if on cue, the sound of rustling grass caused her to wheel around. Sure enough, the flame chick was now meandering up the hillside. "Oh, dear god... Stefani, not again!" Giving a groan of exasperation, she trudged up after her, brushing aside a lock of her oily red hair in the process. It was when she looked up again that she noticed that Stefani had stopped, and was now staring intently at a nearby pine tree.
"Oh come on, give it up before your eyes end up getting stuck like that!" she trilled. However, personal curiosity won out as she finally reached the tree, and coaxing her to look up into the tree as well...
Jill groaned in shock as something rammed her right between the eyes from above. Her shoulder banged hard against the ground as she came in contact with it, her skull soon following. Her teeth clacked together, sending a wave of painful pressure; she wore she could feel the bruises crawling on her body. Her body acted for her as her ears caught another noise, shoving her body backwards. Her lower back slammed into the same tree as before. Tired of moving her way through the personal darkness of her closed eyes, she opened them.
Stefani was just in front of her, and scratching at a grassy pine cone with her pale talons.
She couldn't help but laugh; all of that damage to her body from a bloody pinecone? Absolutely ridiculous.
She trailed off as Stefani jumped, emitting a loud peep in the process; the cone had moved.
Jill stared at the pinecone, although she was soon beginning to realize that this object did not resemble a pine cone in even the slightest. A small black head popped from within, beady yellow eyes staring at her; her first battle was imminent!
(To be continued)