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Time : Unknown
[3rd Point Of View]
There was a single moment of tranquility as his mind tried to comprehend the hellish situation he found himself in.
The chilly air pressed against his back, and he felt the cold, coarse material he was leaning against through his thin shirt. His breath misted in the air before him, the smell of damp grass and muddy soil clinging to each inhale.
The sounds of tree branches swayed gently in the wind, blending with the rustle of nearby wildlife. The warmth of the first sun's rays touched his face, a stark contrast to the cold confusion churning within him.
How? He had gone to bed early, preparing for another mundane day. How was he outside? And why was it so warm? It had still been chilly when he drifted off, winter's cold embrace tightening around the mornings.
Did he get kidnapped? No, he was too poor for that. Was this another one of Henry's pranks? His little brother was mischievous enough to pull something like this, but that couldn't be it. Summer had just ended, school had just started, and he had just returned home the previous night. Henry was too far away to pull this off.
Questions raged in his mind, demanding answers. He tried to stand, to move, to figure out where he had been thrown. But then pain, sharper and more intense than anything he had ever felt, shot through him.
He looked down and froze in shock and fear. His left side was bent and broken, his leg twisted grotesquely to the right. A huge swelling surrounded his ankle, the skin bruised and discolored. Every breath he took was a battle, each one accompanied by searing pain that flared like a raging fire in his chest.
Reality began to sink in, but he refused to accept it. This can't be happening. His mind scrambled for any explanation, any escape. No, no, no,he thought, his breath quickening as panic gripped him. The sound of his heartbeat thundered in his ears, drowning out the peaceful forest.
His hands trembled as he reached out, clawing desperately at the earth, as if the ground itself could offer comfort or a way out. But the pain only intensified, and the more he moved, the worse it became.
No, this isn't real. Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision as he fought against the rising tide of fear. I'm not going to die here. I'm not! His chest tightened with each breath, the pain in his ribs amplifying his terror. He wanted to scream, to cry out for help, but all that escaped was a strangled gasp, his voice lost in the vast emptiness around him.
There was a strange, crunchy feeling beneath his skin, along with a tender, bruised sensation in his chest. His left arm was slightly burned, the skin charred and peeling.
No,he thought again, shaking his head as if to deny the truth his senses were telling him. This isn't the end. I can't die like this. He gritted his teeth, fighting against the hopelessness threatening to overwhelm him.
And then he remembered everything.
The plane had shuddered violently, the overhead compartments swinging open to release a cascade of luggage that added to the chaos. The abrupt turbulence had jolted everyone from their seats, sending belongings flying and passengers clutching desperately onto anything stable.
He couldn't remember exactly how it happened or why. Just a flash of light, so intense it seared into his mind, followed by a pain so overwhelming that it consumed him. Then, nothing—an endless sea of darkness, of loss.
The plane he had been on had suffered catastrophic engine failure at about 10,000 feet, just as dusk was falling. They were too far from any airports, and the roads below were clogged with rush-hour traffic.
They never made it back. They never landed.
The realization sent a shiver down his spine, but he refused to accept it. No, he thought one last time, defiant in the face of the crushing truth. I will not die here.
His left arm throbbed, the burned skin sending sharp jolts of pain with every slight movement. He gritted his teeth, biting back a cry as he tried to shift his weight, to find a position that didn't hurt as much. But there was no relief, only relentless, burning agony.
I can't just lie here. He knew that if he stayed still, if he gave in to the pain and fear, he might never get up again. He had to move, had to find help, even if every step felt like it would be his last. But how? His body was broken, battered, barely holding together.
With a deep breath, he braced himself, trying to sit up. The effort was excruciating, every muscle protesting, his broken bones grinding against each other. He gasped, nearly blacking out from the pain, but he didn't stop. I have to survive.
After what felt like an eternity, he managed to prop himself up against a tree. His breath came in ragged gasps, his vision swimming. He was sweating now, the cold dampness of fear mixing with the physical exertion. But he had done it—he was sitting up. A small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
He looked down at his legs, at the twisted, broken mess they had become. His ankle was swollen to almost twice its size, the skin mottled and purple. He didn't dare try to move it, knowing that any attempt would only bring more pain.
Just as he was on the verge of losing hope, of momentarily accepting that he might die here, he felt something move in his pocket. The vibration grew stronger with each passing moment.
Before he could even realize what was happening, it burst out of his pocket—a ball, no, a Pokéball he hadn't even noticed. It bounced once, then twice, before snapping open with a flash of energy that almost made him jump back despite his injuries.
He watched in silent fascination as the energy began to collect, slowly forming into a small, quadrupedal figure before fading, leaving a creature behind.
Light purple eyes blinked in confusion, and long, pointed ears, despite the red and white hat it was wearing, flickered gently.
He stared at the creature—no, at the Pokemon—right in front of him. It was an Eevee, but not just any Eevee. No, no, no... He would recognize that white and red outfit anywhere.
He gazed into those violet eyes filled with confusion and hesitation, and before he even knew it, he was unconsciously saying her name.
"Pleione."
At the sound of her name, the Eevee froze, her eyes widening in shock. Whatever hesitation she had vanished in an instant.
The confusion melted away, replaced by a look of determination and something deeper—concern, maybe even love. Without a second thought, she hurled herself toward him, her small paws barely making a sound as she raced to his side.
Tears streamed down her face as she reached him, her entire body trembling with emotion.
she frantically began checking his condition, her nose gently nudging his broken leg, her tiny paws brushing against the bruised and swollen skin.
She sniffed the air near his chest, her breath catching as she realized how much pain he was in. A soft whimper escaped her lips, her eyes pleading with him as if asking how this had happened.
His heart ached at the sight of her. Despite his own pain, seeing her so distraught brought a lump to his throat. He reached out with his uninjured arm, his fingers lightly brushing the top of her head, trying to comfort her.
"Pleione," he whispered, his voice rough but gentle. "Don't worry about me. I'll be okay." His words were shaky, the pain lacing through them, but he forced a small smile for her sake. "You need to find help. Please. Go... get someone."
But Pleione refused to leave his side. She shook her head vehemently, her tears falling faster now.
She pushed her face into his hand, nuzzling it as if to anchor herself to him, as if leaving him was simply not an option. Her large, violet eyes locked onto his, filled with a mixture of fear and determination. There was no way she would abandon him, not now, not ever.
"Pleione..." Alex voice cracked as he tried to reason with her. "You have to... I'm too hurt to move... You need to get help..."
But her refusal was steadfast.
She let out a soft cry, a sound that spoke volumes—a mix of worry, frustration, and fierce loyalty. She circled him, her small body pressing against his as if she could shield him from the pain, from the reality of his injuries. Her tears soaked into his shirt as she settled beside him, her warm fur a small comfort against the coldness creeping into his bones.
Alex sighed, his heart heavy with both gratitude and sorrow. He knew she wouldn't leave, no matter what he said. She was as stubborn as he was, if not more so. He gently stroked her head, his fingers trembling.
"Okay... okay, Pleione," he murmured, his voice softening. "We'll stay together. But you have to promise me... you'll stay strong. We'll figure this out... somehow."
Pleione looked up at him, her eyes filled with a fierce determination. She nodded once, a small, resolute gesture. Then, she pressed herself closer to him, as if she could somehow absorb his pain and make it her own. Her tears had stopped, replaced by a quiet resolve. She wasn't going anywhere, and neither was he.
Together, they would face whatever came next.
Suddenly, his body was enveloped in a pink storm of shimmering fairy dust. The particles whirled around him like a miniature cyclone, each speck glowing softly as they danced in the air.
The whirlwind carried an overpoweringly pleasant scent, a mix of wildflowers and sweet vanilla that flooded his senses, calming his racing thoughts.
For the first time since waking up in this strange world, his mind began to ease, the panic and confusion slowly dissipating.
As the fairy dust swirled faster, he felt a gentle warmth spreading through his body, like a soothing balm on his battered skin.
The pain that had wracked his limbs began to ebb away, the sharp stabs of agony dulled to a mere memory. He could feel his bones realigning, the bruises fading, and the burns on his arm slowly mending, all under the soft caress of the pink dust.
His eyelids grew heavy, the world around him blurring as exhaustion took hold. Just before the darkness claimed him, he caught sight of a pair of glowing pink eyes staring down at him—eyes that were once purple now shining with a deep glow filled with a power.
They belonged to Pleione, his Eevee, whose gaze was the last thing he saw before slipping into unconsciousness, the storm of fairy dust still swirling around him like a protective cocoon.
Though Unbeknownst to the pair—trainer and Pokémon alike—high above the clouds, hidden within a field of pure psychic energy that would leave even the most powerful Psychic-types in awe, a certain pink deity observed in silence.
Drawn by the raw, unbridled Fairy-type energy released by a particular Eevee, the strange figure's vibrant blue eyes narrowed in wonder for the first time in a hundred years.
For the first time in a century, the guardian deity of Akala Island, Tapu Lele, giggled with delight.
The sound, light and musical, sent a shiver down the spines of its fellow deities and Every living soul in the alola Region .
For In that moment and for the first time in hundreds of years , Tapu Lele was starting to to truly get fascinated with something or rather someone .