Misty
It was the greatest dream Misty had ever had.
The waves crashed over her as she sped through the sea. She flew through the water like a Fire Blast through a Shedinja. She was elated; she rarely got to spend much time in the water when she wasn’t training her Pokémon.
It was heaven. The water had just the right amount of chill—not too cold, but enough to be refreshing. She opened her eyes briefly to spot scores of Pokémon drifting through the current beneath her. From Tentacool to Goldeen and even to Seel, a vast array of creatures smiled up at her, encouraging her to go faster. And so she did.
The Water-type trainer made quick strokes through the water, speeding through it faster than she ever had before. Ten, twenty, thirty yards she went, popping up briefly every minute or so for air. It was exhilarating to catch that first breath of salty air, air that cut the nose and cleared the senses, before plunging back down into the icy-blue depths of the ocean.
Then she was caught in a swift current that dragged her along, off course. She fought to escape it, and with a decisive kick, shot off back on track. She shot up for air once more, and heard the steady cheering of spectators. Oh how they loved to watch her swim, some even traveling from as far away as Johto to see her. She was the Mermaid of Cerulean, after all. Liked by all and loved by some, she was a water trainer like no other.
She was almost done. She could feel it. All good things must come to an end, but she wasn’t sad. In fact, she was excited. Months of practice and training were a small price to pay for the ability to stun spectators and leave opponents in the dust. Or bubbles, as it were.
A roar like that of the sea rose in her ears, radiating deep within her and pounding on her eardrums as if the sea was an all-drum orchestra. It was time. She gathered energy deep within her, pushed it to her legs, snapped them together, and…
She was in the air. She flew clear out of the water, twisting and turning stylishly as the ocean breeze whipped all of the last vestiges of sea water from her pearly skin. She landed perfectly, snapping her legs apart in a split against the concrete floor. She had about five seconds of silence before cheers erupted all around her.
She was high in the air now, being carted around by a mob of fans as the referee blew his whistle to signal an end to the race. In moments, she was dumped on a stand, where she stood proudly in the icy breeze and blazing sun as a golden medallion was placed around her neck. It was heavy, but she held her head high as thousands of fans, old and young alike, screamed her name.
Suddenly, the crowd cleared in her vision as a figure stood from an exquisite chair and began marching slowly toward her. The figure was bathed in an odd shadow, odd due to the fact that it was midday and they were in the middle of the Seafoam Islands. The shadow slowly slid from the figure’s body as the sun began to dramatically shine on her glistening flesh and extravagantly styled auburn hair. It was Lorelei, the Ice trainer and once member of the Kanto/Johto Elite Four.
Mist almost fainted at the sight of her idol. She sank to her knees and began to worship the master trainer. As her gaze lifted once more, she saw Lorelei’s lips begin to part, as if to speak. But no sound came, instead a shrill screech sounded.
The vision rapidly faded into white as Misty was ripped violently from her dream. She sat up in bed, a few drops of sweat clinging to her face and almost nude body. The sheets slid down her body as she swung forward, wicking some of the sweat away from her chest and abdomen. She slapped her forehead groggily as she realized she had been ‘swimming’ in her sleep. The annoyed Cerulean Gym Leader glanced at her shrieking alarm clock to spot the time. It was 7:30 in the morning.
“Fuck.”
She tossed the faulty machine across the room and slammed her head back onto her pillow, mashing a blanket onto her face. The day had barely begun and already she was ready to slap someone. It was going to be a bad one, for sure.
The waves crashed over her as she sped through the sea. She flew through the water like a Fire Blast through a Shedinja. She was elated; she rarely got to spend much time in the water when she wasn’t training her Pokémon.
It was heaven. The water had just the right amount of chill—not too cold, but enough to be refreshing. She opened her eyes briefly to spot scores of Pokémon drifting through the current beneath her. From Tentacool to Goldeen and even to Seel, a vast array of creatures smiled up at her, encouraging her to go faster. And so she did.
The Water-type trainer made quick strokes through the water, speeding through it faster than she ever had before. Ten, twenty, thirty yards she went, popping up briefly every minute or so for air. It was exhilarating to catch that first breath of salty air, air that cut the nose and cleared the senses, before plunging back down into the icy-blue depths of the ocean.
Then she was caught in a swift current that dragged her along, off course. She fought to escape it, and with a decisive kick, shot off back on track. She shot up for air once more, and heard the steady cheering of spectators. Oh how they loved to watch her swim, some even traveling from as far away as Johto to see her. She was the Mermaid of Cerulean, after all. Liked by all and loved by some, she was a water trainer like no other.
She was almost done. She could feel it. All good things must come to an end, but she wasn’t sad. In fact, she was excited. Months of practice and training were a small price to pay for the ability to stun spectators and leave opponents in the dust. Or bubbles, as it were.
A roar like that of the sea rose in her ears, radiating deep within her and pounding on her eardrums as if the sea was an all-drum orchestra. It was time. She gathered energy deep within her, pushed it to her legs, snapped them together, and…
She was in the air. She flew clear out of the water, twisting and turning stylishly as the ocean breeze whipped all of the last vestiges of sea water from her pearly skin. She landed perfectly, snapping her legs apart in a split against the concrete floor. She had about five seconds of silence before cheers erupted all around her.
She was high in the air now, being carted around by a mob of fans as the referee blew his whistle to signal an end to the race. In moments, she was dumped on a stand, where she stood proudly in the icy breeze and blazing sun as a golden medallion was placed around her neck. It was heavy, but she held her head high as thousands of fans, old and young alike, screamed her name.
Suddenly, the crowd cleared in her vision as a figure stood from an exquisite chair and began marching slowly toward her. The figure was bathed in an odd shadow, odd due to the fact that it was midday and they were in the middle of the Seafoam Islands. The shadow slowly slid from the figure’s body as the sun began to dramatically shine on her glistening flesh and extravagantly styled auburn hair. It was Lorelei, the Ice trainer and once member of the Kanto/Johto Elite Four.
Mist almost fainted at the sight of her idol. She sank to her knees and began to worship the master trainer. As her gaze lifted once more, she saw Lorelei’s lips begin to part, as if to speak. But no sound came, instead a shrill screech sounded.
The vision rapidly faded into white as Misty was ripped violently from her dream. She sat up in bed, a few drops of sweat clinging to her face and almost nude body. The sheets slid down her body as she swung forward, wicking some of the sweat away from her chest and abdomen. She slapped her forehead groggily as she realized she had been ‘swimming’ in her sleep. The annoyed Cerulean Gym Leader glanced at her shrieking alarm clock to spot the time. It was 7:30 in the morning.
“Fuck.”
She tossed the faulty machine across the room and slammed her head back onto her pillow, mashing a blanket onto her face. The day had barely begun and already she was ready to slap someone. It was going to be a bad one, for sure.