Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ A Journey Revised ❯ The Sorrow Behind the Pokeflute ( Chapter 4 )

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angel-of-time: Thanks. I'll try to use the advice. I'll try to make the battles longer as her pokemon get stronger and gain more stamina.

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Rey's Current Party: Cyndaquil, Bulbasaur, Metapod.

 

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Disclaimer: I don't have anything witty to say. So I'll just say I don't own pokemon.

 

Chapter 4: The Sorrow Behind the Pokeflute

 

Rey began to clear the table after eating with the family that showed her so much kindness after just meeting her. She took of her jacket and hanged it up on a coat rack by the entrance. She grabbed the apron Ty's mom was using earlier and began to wash the dishes.

 

`This reminds me of what I used to do at home. It made me feel useful. Always thought I would be just doing housework for the rest of my life, never leaving Pallet Town. Well look at me now,' Rey thought to herself grinning on her self-improvement. While washing she turned around and noticed a very tall, athletic looking man open the door. Rey turned to take a look. He had black hair and an almost intimidating red eye color. He had apparently been at work for a long time, maybe even working overtime, as he looked very tired and annoyed. The man looked at her questioningly.

 

“Who.. are you, and what are you doing in my house?” he said calmly.

 

“Well, um... Ty, he invited me here to meet his family,” Rey responded carefully, hoping the man doesn't jump across the table trying to kick her out.

 

“Dad, you're home,” Ty said coming out from around the corner running towards his dad. They turned to look at Rey. She immediately noticed that they had the same glaring red eyes, although Ty's was nowhere near as intimidating. His seemed like a kind, playful red. `I wonder what I would look like with red eyes. Well my eyes are a reddish brown color so...'

 

“Hey, Dad, guess what?”

 

“Yes, son?”

 

“That girl beat me in a pokemon battle.” Rey was immediately afraid again the man would kick her out again in some painful way.

 

“Oh really?” The man approached her. Rey was amazed how tall he really was. He had to be at least 6'10" pushing 200 lbs. easily towering over her 4'8" 85lb. frame. Nonetheless, she showed no emotion on her face as he began to speak again, bending down to match her height. “Well, congratulations. Someone besides the gym leader, his mother, and me can actually beat my son.” He said smiling at her.

 

Rey felt like she was going to explode. `He's a big teddy bear. I thought he was going to attempt to kill me for embarrassing his son. Wait, he has pokemon as well, the wife too? I don't know what to do. I need a break and a bed,' Rey finally stopped talking to the inner parts of her mind and finally spoke aloud. “Thanks.” The man laughed as he stood up fully.

 

“You were scared out of our mind weren't you?”

 

“Very much,” Rey stated bluntly knowing lying would get her nowhere in this situation. She felt her glorious day of victory ended in ironic defeat.

 

“Timothy, are you scaring our guest?” Ty's mother said, a hint of worry in her voice as she walked into the kitchen.

 

“Yes, Eliza. You know I have to scare my guest when I first meet them.”

 

“You need to stop.” Eliza said exasperated at her husband's antics. Timothy began to laugh again as he sat down at the table.

 

Rey began to wash dishes again. `This was a game to him. Just what does he take me for?' Rey put some thought into that. `A little girl who lost her way and stumbled into the house maybe? I don't know.' She began to scrub the dishes harder.

 

“Hey, girl,” Timothy shouted. “Will...”

 

“This girl has a name, and it's Rey.” She said rather irritated by his previous actions.

 

“Rey, would you pass me a dish from out the cabinet to your left?” Rey eyed the cabinet and did as he asked wordlessly. “Thank you.” He said to her kindly.

 

She returned to washing dishes without saying a word.

 

“Rey,” Ty started to call her name.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Will you show us your pokemon. We have food for them if they want some.”

 

“Thanks. I am sure they are probably hungry.” She dried her hands and headed toward her coat and bag. She reached on the side of the bag and pulled out the three pokemon she currently had with her.

 

"Cyndaquil, Bulbasaur, and Metapod, come on out,” Rey said.

 

“Rattata, Pidgey,” Ty said also calling out his pokemon. “Mom, Dad, aren't you going to call out your pokemon?”

 

“I don't see why not,” Timothy answered. “I choose you Sandslash, Poliwrath, Electabuzz.”

 

“Okay,” Eliza answered. “Go Lickitung, Blastoise, Vileplume.”

 

Rey was amazed at how well trained the pokemon are. She could tell by looking at them that they were combat ready. She was also shocked that all these pokemon can fit into this house easily. She pushed it to the back of her memory and walked back over to the sink.

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“Ah, this food is delicious,” Timothy said swallowing his dinner in large gulps.

 

“Hey, Dad, do you have to work at the Pewter Museum tomorrow?”

 

“Not tomorrow, I worked overtime to get this day off to have fun with my family.”

 

“Yeah, we can battle till we drop.” Ty looked over at Rey. She was still scrubbing the dishes, Cyndaquil at her heel.

 

“Rey, are you going with us?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“We are going to the park or are you still leaving tomorrow?”

 

Rey thought back to what Professor Oak said. “Don't overexert yourself. Take your time. You have a whole year to get a minimum of eight badges.”

 

“I think I will stay longer than I originally planned,” Rey answered. Ty's eyes brightened.

 

“Well, it looks like I will go prepare the guest bedroom.” Eliza said.

 

“And I'll go watch t.v,” Timothy said finishing his food and washing it down with a soda.

 

“And I'll go with Dad,” Ty joined in not wanting to be left out.

 

Rey turned and continued to wash dishes. Cyndaquil began to brush on her sides. She looked down and picked him up and set him on the counter.

 

“Why are you so clingy, Cyndaquil?” Cyndaquil shrugged his shoulders as he watched Rey finish up the dishes.

 

She walked into the living room shortly afterwards where father and son were on the couch watching the daily events on the news. She looked around the room. She noticed that there was a chair by the yellow couch they were on. The t.v. was right in front of them as well. The carpet and the walls were a yellowish-gold color. Rey stepped down from out the kitchen and sat on the chair next to the couch. `It's comfy,' she thought. Cyndaquil soon walked in and sat in her lap stretched out and went to sleep. Metapod also rested beside her chair on her way to sleep using Rey's leg as a pillow. `Why are my pokemon treating me like I'm their bed?' Rey inquired in her mind. She watched as Bulbasaur fell asleep with Eliza's Vileplume on the other side of the room. He still looked wary of Rey.

 

“Hey, Dad, when I'm old enough can I go on a journey like you and Mom and Rey?”

 

“I don't see why not. Of course you have to keep your grades up,” His father said thoughtfully. Rey was surprising intrigued by his question.

 

“She yawned a bit still trying to pay somewhat close attention to the conversation. `Reminds me of the one with my mother.' As she thought of her it became more and more apparent that she was becoming homesick.

 

“Hey,” Rey said speaking up as the conversation between the two of them ended.

 

“Yes,” They both said at the same time.

 

“Want some music to listen to?”

 

“Music?” Timothy responded.

 

“To listen to?” Ty finished.

 

“Yeah.” Rey lifted Cyndaquil off her and set him on the floor. Cyndaquil awoke immediately, back ablaze. “Cyndaquil calm down,” Rey said comfortingly. She walked over to her bag by the entrance. She reached in her bag and pulled out her prized pokeflute and returned to her comfy chair. “This kind of music.”

 

“Sure,” Ty said.

 

“Can you even play that thing correctly?” Timothy said setting his head against the back of the couch.

 

“Yes, of course I can!!” Rey said blushing in anger.

 

Rey began to play a lullaby type song. Cyndaquil jumped back into Rey's lap and fell asleep.

 

“I thought that all the pokeflute did was awake sleeping pokemon. Yours puts them to sleep. Is yours different somehow?” Timothy asked.

 

“No, it's a common misconception that the pokeflute only awakens pokemon. In actuality depends on how you play it. If you play it in a rather lively way like this,” Rey played a short lively song waking up every pokemon in the room. They stared at each other like they were crazy. “It awakens pokemon. But if you play it down a bit,” Rey again demonstrated with the pokeflute making all the pokemon calmed down enough to try to go back to sleep, “then it will have no affect on anyone except make a beautiful song.” Rey said knowingly.

 

“Cool,” Ty said.

 

Rey continued to play again. Playing the pokeflute always made Rey feel better, but tonight it made her feel ecstatic. She felt as if she was walking on each note she played. Eliza soon came in to hear the beautiful sound.

 

“The guest bedroom is ready,” Eliza said as Rey finished her lengthy piece.

 

“Thanks. I guess I will go to bed early,” Rey said. He grabbed her bag and recalled her pokemon. “Where is the guest bedroom?” she asked.

 

“I'll show you,” Ty said leaping from the couch. Rey followed him as he gave her the grand tour of his house. Rey noticed all the paintings of the happy couple in the living room. It had one of their wedding day, one of them at the park, and them with all their pokemon. She also saw paintings of pokemon. It had one of each of the final evolutions of the Kanto starters. “Here is the bathroom. The towels are in here if you want to take a bath before you go to bed.” They walked a bit more. “Here is your bedroom.” Rey looked inside. She saw that the sheets were covered with pink pokeballs on them with a yellow nightstand to match the yellow wallpaper in the room. A town map was hanging over the nightstand. It had a dresser in the corner of the room with a mirror over it. Lastly there was a t.v. against the wall by the door.

 

“Wow,” Rey said.

 

“Well, good night,” Ty said closing the door.

 

“Good night.”

 

She decided to take Ty up on his offer and take a soothing bath. She got out the bathtub, put on her sleeping clothes, and got into the pokeball-covered bed, setting the pokeflute and pokeballs on the night stand. She noticed one of her pokeballs shaking. Once again, Cyndaquil jumps out of its pokeball jumping onto Rey's chest. It curled up and went to sleep. `Why does this pokemon always do that,' She sighed and patted Cyndaquil's head. “You're so clingy.” What was previously on her mind appeared again. “Maybe I should call home later.”

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Rey walked into the kitchen yawning. Her brown hair was out of place all the way down to the small of her back. The family was already at the table eating breakfast. She sat down to join them. “Good Morning.” She finally let out.

 

“Morning,” they all said.

 

Rey grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and ate her breakfast.

 

“You look dead,” Ty said staring at Rey's zombie like appearance.

 

“I'll snap out of it eventually,” Rey said groggily. She finished eating her food and reached into her blue short's pocket and pulled out some pills. She took out two of them and drank them with water. She then got up, took care of her hygiene, put on her clothes, and she was ready to go.

 

“We will leave in a couple of hours,” Eliza told Rey.

 

“That's fine with me.” Rey walked out of the house and called out her Cyndaquil. “Cyndaquil, it's time for a training lesson. Your Double Team can currently make four copies. We are going to up that the only way I know how.” Cyndaquil looked real skeptical. “You are going to do it again and again and again until we increase its power. In other words, Cyndaquil, when I'm done with you, you are going to be a lean, mean, Double Teaming machine. She began to laugh maniacally, while Cyndaquil remembering what Metapod told him about her training at mealtime in the Viridian Forrest.

 

“So, Cyndaquil, have you been through Rey's training routine yet?” Metapod asked Cyndaquil.

 

“No.”

 

“You don't want to,” Metapod said trying to scare him.

 

“Why not?” Cyndaquil asked.

 

“She's a murderer. A murderer,” Metapod screamed. “She makes you repeat it over and over and over and over again. It never ends.” I thought I was seriously going to die.”

 

Bulbasaur turned his head. He was eating by himself, but suddenly became very interested in the conversation. “Is it that bad?” Cyndaquil said fear in his voice.

 

“Yes,” she said almost yelling. “Pray it never happens to you.”

 

“I knew that girl was crazy,” Bulbasaur added his own input.

 

“Well, I trust my trainer. She's only doing this to make us stronger. You'll see,” Cyndaquil directed his comment to Bulbsaur.

 

“Yes, we shall,” Bulbasaur said turning his head.

 

“Cyndaquil, you have a lot of trust in her,” Metapod added.

 

Cyndaquil felt a tear in its eye. He swore he saw a lightning bolt appear behind his trainer as she was laughing. “Well, Cyndaquil, Double Team.”

 

Cyndaquil again could only make four copies of himself. “Again, Cyndaquil.” The same result happened. “Maybe you need to be under pressure.”

 

“Metapod, I choose you.” Metapod came out of her pokeball expecting a fight. When she saw nothing but Rey and Cyndaquil, she was at ease. “Metapod, use String Shot on Cyndaquil.” Cyndaquil had never been more scared in his life.

 

“I told you, Cyndaquil,” Metapod said. “You were right though. Her training does make you stronger.” Metapod said as she fired the sticky string at Cyndaquil. “Cyndaquil, Double Team as if your life depended on it.” Cyndaquil again made several copies, but it could not fool Metapod's eyes. Even then, Cyndaquil could only make four copies.

 

“Go, Bulbasaur,” Rey said tossing the other pokeball. “Bulbasaur, use vine whip on Cyndaquil,” Rey said pointing at Cyndaquil. Cyndaquil gulped deeply. A sweat drop came down his forehead followed by a few more until his whole body was sweating. Bulbasaur smirked as he summoned two vines and sent them toward Cyndaquil.

 

“Cyndaquil, dodge then double team,” Rey said. Cyndaquil dodged the attack and ran into the front of the house. It tried a double team only to again make four copies. Bulbasaur sent his vines toward Cyndaquil only to hit two clones and have them disappear with a whimper. Bulbasaur gritted his teeth in frustration.

 

“Metapod, string shot. Bulbasaur, razor leaf. Cyndaquil, I hope you live. You already know what to do,” Rey said.

 

By the time Ty and his parents came out ready for the picnic ten minutes later, they saw a Cyndaquil beaten to within an inch of its life and Rey, Bulbasaur, and Metapod enjoying every moment. Metapod because Cyndaquil finally experienced Rey's training program, Bulbasxaur, because he wanted revenge from Cyndaquil beating him days before, and Rey because she knew Cyndaquil was getting stronger. “Rey, are you abusing your pokemon?” Ty said. He and his entire family were dumbfounded by Rey's training exercises.

 

“Of course not,” Rey said recalling Cyndaquil, Bulbasaur, and Metapod back into their pokeballs.

 

“Anyway, let's go,” Timothy said making a mental note to not let Rey train any of his pokemon.

 

“Okay.”

 

As they arrived at Pewter Park, Rey was in awe at how beautiful it was. There were enough trees for the air to feel clean, but not to many were it was crowded. Freshly cut grass also seemed to welcome her. She sat down on a blanket with Eliza and watched the men toss a football to each other.

 

“Why don't you go play with them?” Eliza inquired.

 

“I can barely breathe if I play too long, that, and I am not really good at football.”

 

“Is there any sport you are good at that you like to play?”

 

“Tennis.”

 

“Tennis?”

 

“Yes. I can't play for too long, but I love to play,” Rey explained.

 

“Maybe we should go play,” Eliza said.

 

“Are you serious?”

 

“Yes. Let's go.”

 

Rey and Eliza told the men were they were going and headed off to the tennis court. Luckily for them it was unoccupied.

 

“Well, let's begin,” Eliza said as they grabbed two rackets and a few balls out of a green box on the outside of the court. They played for a while, though Rey had to stop every now and then for a breather. Rey ended up winning the match in a best of five set match. They headed back to the picnic site and ate their sandwiches.

 

“Rey, can you play your pokeflute again, please?” Ty asked.

 

“I don't see why not,” Rey said finishing the last of her sandwich.

 

She reached into her bag and began to play her pokeflute as Eliza began to pack everything up to go home. “When did you learn how to play?” Timothy asked.

 

Rey stopped. “When I was a little girl about five.”

 

“Who taught you?” Ty asked. “Whoever did, I want to learn from.”

 

Rey's face went grim. “My father.”

 

“What city is he in? Can I meet him?” Ty said.

 

“You can't, you can't meet him.” Rey said stuttering.

 

“Why not?” Ty said with another question.

 

Rey looked down and took a deep breath, her body shaking. “He died when I was around seven.” Rey finally answered at the brink of crying. It was obvious that wasn't the answer they were expecting to get. Ty stopped talking completely, regretting asking.

 

“Oh my, I'm sorry to hear that.” Eliza said attempting futilely to stop the almost crying Rey.

 

“It's okay,” she said. “I have.” She never finished the sentence as Eliza reached out and hugged her.

 

“It's okay, you can cry,” she said. Rey was too shocked and sure enough tears started rolling down her cheeks. Rey then felt someone grabbing at her waist, hoisting her in the air. She was then rested into a seating position. Rey looked down.

 

“I am so high up.”

 

“Yeah,” Timothy said. Rey instantaneously noticed that she was on Timothy's shoulder. “We came here to have fun, not mope around,” he said grinning.

 

“Sure,” Rey agreed. “Okay, how about a pokemon battle. That always lightens a mood.”

 

“Okay, I don't see why not.” Timothy walked her to the middle of the park and set her down on two feet again. She checked the battle area. It was covered in dirt with small patches of grass. On her right side was a group of trees together in a group. She assumed that people battle there often.

 

“Rey grabbed a pokeball from her bag.

 

“Go, Cyndaquil.”

 

“Go, Sandslash.”

 

“Cyndaquil, Ember!”

 

“Sandslash, dodge it and use Fury Swipes.” Sandslash dodged the attack by sliding left it then ran on all fours to consecutively slash at Cyndaquil on his arms and torso sending him flying backwards crashing into the dirt. His body kicked up sand everywhere.

 

“Cyndaquil, regain your balance.” Cyndaquil landed on its feet, kicking up even more dirt. “Cyndaquil, Flame Wheel.” Cyndaquil rushed at Sandslash with a fury of flames cutting through the dirt as he ran.

 

“Sandslash, Swift.” Sandslash threw several stars at Cyndaquil effectively weakening the attack, but not stopping it. Cyndaquil rushed and hit Sandslash in the stomach. Sandslash fell back in shock kicking up dirt of his own.

 

“Cyndaquil, Smokescreen.” The area of the park was filled with smoke and dirt. When the smoke cleared only Cyndaquil remained as well as a new hole in the ground.

 

“Where did Sandslash go?” Rey said as she and Cyndaquil was looking around.

 

“Sandslash, arise! Use, dig,” Sandslash arose just below Cyndaquil and struck its stomach again. “Let's wrap this up. Sandslash, Swift again.”

 

“Cyndaquil, Double Team.” Cyndaquil used the Double Team and to Rey's surprise there were five duplicates instead of four. However it was not enough. Sandslash hit every one of the copies and Cyndaquil itself knocking it out cold.

 

“Cyndaquil!” Rey ran to her fallen ally. “You deserve a good rest. Return, Cyndaquil,” Cyndaquil returned saddened that he couldn't win one for his trainer.

 

“Good match, Rey.” Timothy and Sandslash walked over to Rey.

 

“You're Sandslash is pretty strong.” Rey said looking at it.

 

“Yeah, it was my second pokemon.”

 

“Second?”

 

“Yeah, Charmander was my first.”

 

“Where is it?”

 

“I only use it when it's a strong opponent.”

 

“Are you calling me weak!?”

 

“Basically.”

 

Rey was obviously angered by that remark, but soon calmed herself. “I am glad you were at least honest with me,” Rey said still somewhat angry.

 

Timothy patted her on her head. “If you want to change that, get stronger, then come back and see me.”

 

“I will.”

 

“Now, let's go home,” he said.

 

They foursome left the park.

 

“My dad's pretty tough isn't he?” Ty said holding Rey's right hand with his left, a big grin on his face.

 

“Yeah. He is. He's completely different then how I first pictured him,” Rey said smiling at him.

 

“Rey?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I'm sorry if I offend you, but can you teach me how to play a pokeflute?” Ty said unsure what would happen next, grasping Rey's hand harder.

 

“I don't see why not,” Rey said pushing down on his straw hat, chuckling. She did not have a problem teaching him, especially asking like that.

 

“Hey.” Ty said. “That's not funny.”

 

“But I said I will teach you.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Of course. But you have to get a pokeflute first.” When Ty heard that his facial expression dropped.

 

“Don't worry.” Eliza said. “We'll get you one this Christmas.”

 

“Yea. I want one the same color as Rey's.”

 

"Good luck finding one this color. Pokeflute's this color are a rarity. You have to get them specially done this color." Once again Ty's faced dropped, however he remained optimistic.

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“Wow, who knew you of all people could cook.” Timothy said. They were at the dinner table eating Rey's cooking. She insisted that she cook dinner tonight.

 

“What do you mean by `who knew you of all people could cook.' Are you calling me a bad cook?”

 

“No. I am saying that not a lot of women now a days can cook like my wife over here,” he said grabbing his wife around the waist. Eliza was turning red quickly; she covered her mouth with her hand trying to ignore the compliment.

 

“I was raised to know how to do housework.”

 

“I wonder why.”

 

“I'm not exactly in the best of health so I had time to learn to do the basics.”

 

“Then why are you going on a journey, unless you ran away from home?” Timothy continued his attack.

 

“My mother gave me permission.”

 

“I'm sure.”

 

“She did.”

 

“Yeah, right.”

 

Eliza hit Timothy in the ribs. Rey stifled a chuckle after seeing his facial expression.

 

“Ow, that hurt you know,” Timothy groaned.

 

“That was the whole point.”

 

“Dad, you and Rey argue all the time.”

 

“Because he doesn't know when to stop poking fun,” Rey commented.

 

“And because she is so easy to make fun of,” Timothy fired right back.

 

They both looked at each other from opposite sides of the table. Eliza and Ty could feel the tension.

 

After they finished eating, Rey reached in her bag for a different set of pills. She took them with some water, put on the pink apron, and began washing dishes.

 

“What's wrong with you anyway?” Timothy asked. They were the only ones in the kitchen. Timothy kept asking for food. For a while Eliza and Ty watched, but grew tired of watching Timothy stuffing his face and walked out.

 

“A lot of things,” Rey answered unspecifically grabbing his plate and cup.

 

“I am not joking around this time.”

 

“I know,” she said turning back to wash the dishes again.

 

“Do you not want to tell me?”

 

“It's not a big deal.”

 

“Start listing then.”

 

“Mainly its respiratory problems. I have several variations of asthma, but the one that happens the most often is E. I. A. or exercise induced asthma. The one I hate and scares me the most are my occasional night terrors. That is what I mainly take the pills for. There are others, but that's what I can think of off the top of my head.

 

“Does it have to do with your father?” Rey stopped washing dishes. “They say illnesses can be caused when a close member in your life dies abruptly.”

 

“It's true. Some of it happened shortly after my father died, but I was always a sickly child,” Rey said clearing up his speculation.

 

“What was he like?”

 

Rey paused for a second trying to find the right words. “He was a pokemon trainer not unlike you. He was strong, intelligent, brave, loving, caring.” Rey could feel her tears well back up, but she continued. “And an overall great father. He was even asked to join the elite four, but he declined it because he wanted to spend as much time with his family as he could. He never cheated on his wife. He never left my mother or me. He could play the pokeflute masterfully. He taught me how to use the pokeflute in hopes that when I marry, I can share the joy with my own children.” Rey began to cry now. She turned to wash the dishes. “He helped me master the pokeflute in his last lesson with me, the day he died. I truly loved him.”

 

“Are you going to see this journey through to the end?”

 

“Yes,” Rey turned to face Timothy. Her eyes were watery and her face red.

 

“Then I won't stop you. It's not right to crush a child's dreams simply because they are sick. But listen, you will always have a home here. Understand that. And I think you will make a fine wife for the man you love one day.” He stood up, patted her on the shoulder, and walked out of the room.

 

`He really does care,' Rey thought. She finished the dishes, cleaned the table, and walked out.

 

She noticed that everyone went to bed. She could hear Timothy snoring from his room. Rey took a bath thinking about the events throughout the day. She got out, put on her pajamas and got into the bed. As usual Cyndaquil jumped out of the pokeball and onto the bed. Rey rubbed his head as he went to sleep. She, on the other hand, was thinking about the past.

 

“Rey this is your final lesson. Are you ready?”

 

“Yes.” Rey looked up to see a man with brown hair and reddish-brown eyes a bit darker than her own.

 

“Watch carefully.” He approached his Arcanine. He began to play the flute and slowly, but surely Arcanine went to dreamland.

 

“Wow, how did you do that?”

 

“You have to let your emotions reach the pokemon. Play it in a lullaby like sound. Let the pokemon know that you are not out to hurt it.

 

“How do I do that?”

 

“With your pokeflute of course. You have the potential to reach out to every pokemon.”

 

“Does that mean I can start my own journey even though I am sick?”

 

“If you put your mind to it its not impossible.”

 

“Okay. I am going to try.”

 

“You have to be ten first.”

 

“Okay, I'll try in three years.”

 

“Ata, girl.”

 

“Okay here I go.” Arcanine jumped up groggily. “That's not right. I will practice till I get it right.”

 

“You are still out here.” Rey's dad said. It was early in the morning now. He had went to bed, and came outside.

 

“Wait, watch this. Wake up, Arcanine.” Rey woke Arcanine up. “She played a lullaby that rivaled Jigglypuff and Wigglytuff. Arcanine soon fell asleep.

 

“Congratulations, Rey. You have mastered the pokeflute.” He picked up Rey and held her high in the air.

 

“Yea, you were right, dad. I can do it and I am going to be a pokemon trainer that rivals you both.

 

“We will see, Rey. You know we won't stand aside and let you beat us.”

 

“I wouldn't have it any other way.” They both began to laugh.

 

Rey came back to reality. She fell back on her bed.

 

“Father.” She was soon asleep.

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“Is that Rey... screaming?” Ty said waking up in the middle of the night hearing someone scream down the hallway.

 

“I hear it too,” Eliza confirmed.

 

 

They rushed down the hallway and loudly opened the door. They saw Rey screaming loudly on the bed, her eyes wide, and Cyndaquil doing his best to comfort her. She was sweating profusely. “What's wrong?” Eliza approached her. Ty closed the door behind him. As he closed the door, Rey screamed even louder. She covered her self partially with the comforter. Eliza reached out and hugged her. She could feel Rey's speeding heart beating against her own. Rey began to start thrashing about trying to remove the presence away from her. “Rey, look at me,” Eliza screamed. Rey continued to look through her as if she was never there. “Rey, calm down, it's ok, there is nothing there.” Rey seemed to become even more agitated. Her wild thrashing seemed more organized as if she was trying to hit an invisible apparition glaring over her.

 

“Rey, calm down, I'm here,” Eliza continued.

 

“Mom, Dad, what's with all the screaming?” Ty said opening the door and slamming it loudly yelling over Rey's frantic screaming. Rey screamed even louder now, her movements became frantic again knocking Cyndaquil off the bed.

 

“Rey, please calm down. There is nothing there.” Rey's screaming refused to die down. “Rey, stop please. I'm here for you, Rey. It's okay. Just calm down.” Timothy and Ty stood there trying figure out what was going on. “Rey, you're okay. Go back to sleep.”

 

“Rey, we're here for you,” Eliza continued comforting. Rey frantic movements began to die down. Her eyes started to lower. She leaned over on Eliza as her eyes finally closed. Eliza set Rey back into the bed and placed the sheets over her. “Timothy, can you bring a towel? She is sweating quite a bit.” Timothy walked out of the room to grab a towel.

 

“What was that about?” Ty said approaching his mother.

 

“I don't know. All I heard was Rey screaming and we rushed into the room.”

 

Timothy returned with a towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead. “Ty, go back to bed,” his father instructed. Ty obeyed and went back into his room.

 

“I wonder what was wrong with her,” Eliza said.

 

“It seemed like it was a nightmare,” Timothy said.

 

“I didn't know nightmares were that serious.”

 

Because it wasn't a nightmare,” Timothy said remembering what Rey told him prior.

 

“What was it then?”

 

“Rey called it a night terror.”

 

“Night terror?”

 

“I'll do some research on it tomorrow.”

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“Good morning everyone,” Rey said coming down the stairs yawning.

 

“Good morning,” the Eliza and Ty responded. Timothy had already gone to the Museum leaving them alone.

 

“Rey, are you feeling okay?” Eliza asked.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Are you sure you're okay?”

 

“Yes.”

 

 

“How did you sleep?”

 

“Peacefully. I didn't wake up in the middle of the night.”

 

“Yes you did,” Ty chimed.

 

“When?” Rey said now having an intrigued look on her face.

 

“Last night, you were screaming like something was wrong,” Eliza said backing Ty up.

 

“I was?”

 

“Yep,” Ty confirmed.

 

Rey stood in deep thought. “Alright. I don't remember what you guys are talking about, but I apologize for ruining your sleep,” Rey said still looking confused.

 

She walked over to the cabinet to get a box of cereal still scratching her head wondering what they are talking about.

 

She finished eating, took her medicine, and walked to her room. She put on her journeying attire and fell down on the bed hugging the pillow. `It happened again? I haven't had one of those since my father died. This could be bad,” Rey thought.

 

“Cyndaquil, come on out,” Rey called. Cyndaquil lay on the bed beside her. “Cyndaquil, was I screaming last night?” she asked. Cyndaquil nodded. She hugged Cyndaquil. “I'm sorry you had to see that.”

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“Where's Rey?” Timothy said coming home.

 

“She said that she needed to go to the doctor and left,” Eliza said.

 

“That's fine. I needed to talk to you more than her.”

 

“What is it?”

 

“I found out about what happened to Rey last night.”

 

“What did you find out?”

 

“First off, it's called a night terror and there are various differences between a night terror and a nightmare.”

 

“Such as?”

 

“Well, it can be caused by stress the person experiencing the night terrors is not even awake. They are still fast asleep and even then they are virtually impossible to wake. Usually, in a night terror all the person can sense is the emotion of panic and fear. It can also last twenty minutes, occasionally even more. It also runs in families.”

 

“Twenty minutes of straight fear?” Eliza asked.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“What are the symptoms?” Eliza said almost afraid to ask.

 

“It's a long list. Sudden awakening from sleep, Sweating, screaming, fear and terror, confusion, rapid heart rate, and no recollection on what happened the next day.”

“Any idea how to treat it when it happens?”

 

“Comforting them.”

 

“That's it?”

 

“Yep. But you have to be choosy about what you say. You can't say “it's not real” or “it's okay” simply because they think it's real and to them its probably not okay.”

 

“I'll keep it in mind. It's best that we don't tell Rey what we know.”

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“Cyndaquil, double team,” Cyndaquil achieved five duplicates and no more. He fell over and laid on the ground. They had been at this every sense they got out of the doctor's office. `Stupid doctor thinks I'm depressed. Questioning why I'm on a journey. I wanted to punch him in the face.' She noticed a Spearow step towards them. Rey backed away slowly. Spearow moved with quickness jumping on Rey's head and pecking it several times causing Rey to fall over unexpectedly. It then flew away. She picked herself off the ground and looked toward Cyndaquil. Cyndaquil was laughing hard, tossing and turning. “This is one of the reasons why I hate bird pokemon.”

 

Rey walked inside the house mumbling something about birds and lightning.

 

“Rey, what happened to your head,” Ty noticed she had bloody tissues on her forehead.

 

“A Spearow was pecking my head,” Rey said angrily.

 

“Maybe bird pokemon just don't like you.”

 

“I don't like them.”

 

“Why?” Ty inquired.

 

“It's a long story. Ask when you're older.”

 

“Fine,” Ty said with a pout.

 

“Rey, how what did the doctor say?” Timothy asked sending his son upstairs.

 

“I don't want to talk about it.” Timothy and Eliza wordlessly understood.

 

“When are you leaving?” Eliza asked.

 

“The day the night terrors end. That could be anywhere between a day to years.”

 

They wordlessly stared at each other in the living room. The threesome knew all they could do was wait and hope.

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A/N: Well there goes another chapter. My main concern for this chapter is did I focus too much on Rey's illnesses. This is really important in later chapters and I need to know if I am exaggerating it a little. This however, in my opinion was needed for some character development. I have done my research on Night Terrors as well as E.I.A., but I need to know if I went overboard with it or not.