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The first thing that came to the girl as the heavy anesthesia she had been given two days before began to wear off was hunger. Then distress. She opened her eyes but could not see- the entire world was dark. It was a heavy cloud of sounds that seemed too loud, faint scents, and sensitive movement all around her. She almost jumped when a hand fell on her small, limp fingers.
"There you are, my little girl." Her father smiled. She could hear it in his voice, the happiness. "Sonya, we were so worried." His hand gripped hers, lightly, as if afraid it would crumble on the bed sheets. There was a soft snort and she assumed kangashkan was here too. "How do you feel?"
"I-" She shook her head, trying to clear it through the grog. "I'm okay I guess… tired… but where's Devon?" The girl moved her head as if examining the room, more confused than ever. "Is everything in the cave alright? Why is it still so dark?" Naturally she had imagined for the three days in the cave that she had merely had something stuck in her eyes- ash maybe. But now she felt starved but well enough and still could not see.
There was a soft sigh. He sounded sad. The man squeezed her hand ever so slightly. "Well, Sonya, the ash damaged your eyes very badly." She blinked, hearing the upset in his normally serious yet jolly soprano voice. Sonya had never known you could tell so much from just the sound of a person. "The doctors say there's no chance that you'll ever see again."
Quiet. She remembered the cave. How she had depended only on what she heard, the smells of fire and where it came from, the feel of the walls, and Devon's guiding hand. How horrible it had been. Was he saying she had to continue that for the rest of her life? "But dad, can't they do something about it? Flush my eyes, surgery?" She asked, voice wavering. Her stomach growled. The girl felt that seed of discomfort growing.
Tobias looked at his daughter's eyes. They had lost a fair amount of color, leaving them an almost grey color. They rolled a little and found him, and it was almost as if she could see him. But they were blank like a pokedoll's eyes. A few tears welled up and spilled down her flushed cheeks. "I'm sorry, I really am. If there was something they could do I would make them try it, but they can't." He pressed a button to sit the bed up and then hugged his daughter tenderly. "I'm sorry honey." He sat back and then she heard a sad smile in his tone. "But I swear I'll get you the best guide growlithe there is."
"No!" She suddenly snapped, eyes widening. The girl fought off where she was resting on the bed and nodded. "Nothing that breathes fire! No fire!!" He sat back a little nervously, and then coughed.
"Uhm…" He tried to think of something. "And electrike? Maybe a mightyena?"
"Can't I keep using Devon?" She frowned. "He did great in the caves."
The dad looked uncomfortably at her Treecko. It smiled, a tad prideful, but still concerned. It grabbed her hand protectively. He shook his head lightly. "I….suppose so…But I want you to keep more pokemon with you than just him." He smiled. "I will send you to your aunt's house in Petalburg. She's an adventurer, like your mother was. She can take you to catch some nice new pokemon."
"Thanks daddy." She smiled tiredly, again.
~~~~
"Here you go, sweetie." Sonya's aunt Hilda said as she held the girl's hand, leading her into Rusturf tunnel. Treecko stayed close to her, looking around in the shadows at the pokemon that lingered there. A few whismur, murmuring, scurried away. "Do you have your pokeballs?"
"Yeah." She smiled, nodding a little. Though it was still dark she was already adjusting after three weeks. Her dad had just dropped her off here in Rustboro city yesterday but Hilda wanted to get on fixing her up with some new pokemon as fast as possible. "Do you see any whismur?" Since they were cute and close by the little blind girl had topped her list off with one. And they were quiet. That she enjoyed.
"Yep." The woman smiled before sending Treecko forward. "There, use leech seed!" She commanded quickly and Treecko, powerful in himself, seeded a squirming, suddenly shrieking pokemon. They began to sprout roots, breaking into its skin, and it instantly began to grow weak.
Sonya felt her senses overloaded as it screamed and covered her ears. "It sounds hurt!" She was still scared at the actual violence that it took to capture a pokemon.
"Shh…" Hilda patted her head. "Don't worry, he's only scared. In just a minute we'll have him in a nice homey pokeball and on the way to a pokemon center." She promised tenderly, trying to soothe her. Speaking of which, Treecko tackled and held down the whismur. "Okay, Devon," She said confidently. "Back up and let Sonya catch the little cutie!"
The ten-year-old smiled and took the pokeball from her belt before rearing back and tossing it, trapping the whismur inside. It was shaking roughly at first but slowed and finally relaxed. The girl's aunt picked it up gently and handed the container to Sonya. "There you go, he's all yours love. Do you want to name him?"
"Yeah." She said, quietly. "I'm going to name him Discord. Does that sound okay?" There was still a holding power, feeling strong at having control over a Pokémon's entire life. But she shook it off.
"Sounds lovely." Hilda began to walk the girl back outside into the light. "Perfectly fitting."
Hilda was handling Sonya because the girl's mother, and Hilda's sister, was gone. They had been twin trainers of great skill. Neither had bothered to become champions but both easily conquered at least two regions though. Sonya's mom, though, had settled down and went back to simple training. She had married Tobias, and had their daughter. But she had left (if that's what you dared call it) they day her daughter was born.
In a freak accident the woman had gone out to get some fresh air a few hours after Sonya was born. A fearow, and old, scarred, nasty bird, had attacked. It was easily larger than her and fierce as a tyranitar. The bird had descended before anyone could make a counter move and the weak woman was swept away and devoured.
Sonya hated that story. It scared the daylights out of her. That's why she had only been told it once. Otherwise people were quiet about her mother's demise. It somehow made the girl feel like it was her fault. But she did know it wasn't and went on with her life. It was only a scary bedtime story.
~~~~
Within a few weeks she was back home, learning to clean up after and care for her pokemon. The girl was also learning to understand braille, reading up on each of the new pets on her six-pokemon team through her fingers. Treecko still stayed by her side as a guide friend more than anything. The rest of the team was comprised of this-
The whismur, Discord, that had a quiet nature. Her aron from granite cave was named Damon. It was quite shy and liked to hide under her bed, playing peekaboo and grabbing her feet on more than one occasion. The trapinch she had gotten in the desert on the way back home was bold but not hasty. Since she was the only female, Dasti was about as close to the girl as anyone else. There was also a curious little Sableye, Desmond, and finally a bubbly little seal, Denny.
She smiled as Sableye scuttled up her shoulder and nibbled at her arm, wanting food. The girl patted it tenderly and pulled some pea-gravel, which was cheap half-formed diamonds, from her pocket and it munched into them before nuzzling her and purring very lightly.
The girl picked up and hugged the blue seal pokemon. "How cute." She giggled, imagining what it looked like. The aron she had caught all on her own skipped up. She believed it to be a larvitar and, having not mentioned it, people assumed she knew it was an aron.
Her dad peeked into the room gently. He smiled at his daughter, who continued to feel lightly over the page of brail as if it was as natural as normal reading. The man sighed silently, knowing they were slowly and steadily getting past this.

Description
The first thing that came to the girl as the heavy anesthesia she had been given two days before began to wear off was hunger. Then distress. She opened her eyes but could not see- the entire world was dark. It was a heavy cloud of sounds that seemed too loud, faint scents, and sensitive movement all around her. She almost jumped when a hand fell on her small, limp fingers.
"There you are, my little girl." Her father smiled. She could hear it in his voice, the happiness. "Sonya, we were so worried." His hand gripped hers, lightly, as if afraid it would crumble on the bed sheets. There was a soft snort and she assumed kangashkan was here too. "How do you feel?"
"I-" She shook her head, trying to clear it through the grog. "I'm okay I guess… tired… but where's Devon?" The girl moved her head as if examining the room, more confused than ever. "Is everything in the cave alright? Why is it still so dark?" Naturally she had imagined for the three days in the cave that she had merely had something stuck in her eyes- ash maybe. But now she felt starved but well enough and still could not see.
There was a soft sigh. He sounded sad. The man squeezed her hand ever so slightly. "Well, Sonya, the ash damaged your eyes very badly." She blinked, hearing the upset in his normally serious yet jolly soprano voice. Sonya had never known you could tell so much from just the sound of a person. "The doctors say there's no chance that you'll ever see again."
Quiet. She remembered the cave. How she had depended only on what she heard, the smells of fire and where it came from, the feel of the walls, and Devon's guiding hand. How horrible it had been. Was he saying she had to continue that for the rest of her life? "But dad, can't they do something about it? Flush my eyes, surgery?" She asked, voice wavering. Her stomach growled. The girl felt that seed of discomfort growing.
Tobias looked at his daughter's eyes. They had lost a fair amount of color, leaving them an almost grey color. They rolled a little and found him, and it was almost as if she could see him. But they were blank like a pokedoll's eyes. A few tears welled up and spilled down her flushed cheeks. "I'm sorry, I really am. If there was something they could do I would make them try it, but they can't." He pressed a button to sit the bed up and then hugged his daughter tenderly. "I'm sorry honey." He sat back and then she heard a sad smile in his tone. "But I swear I'll get you the best guide growlithe there is."
"No!" She suddenly snapped, eyes widening. The girl fought off where she was resting on the bed and nodded. "Nothing that breathes fire! No fire!!" He sat back a little nervously, and then coughed.
"Uhm…" He tried to think of something. "And electrike? Maybe a mightyena?"
"Can't I keep using Devon?" She frowned. "He did great in the caves."
The dad looked uncomfortably at her Treecko. It smiled, a tad prideful, but still concerned. It grabbed her hand protectively. He shook his head lightly. "I….suppose so…But I want you to keep more pokemon with you than just him." He smiled. "I will send you to your aunt's house in Petalburg. She's an adventurer, like your mother was. She can take you to catch some nice new pokemon."
"Thanks daddy." She smiled tiredly, again.
~~~~
"Here you go, sweetie." Sonya's aunt Hilda said as she held the girl's hand, leading her into Rusturf tunnel. Treecko stayed close to her, looking around in the shadows at the pokemon that lingered there. A few whismur, murmuring, scurried away. "Do you have your pokeballs?"
"Yeah." She smiled, nodding a little. Though it was still dark she was already adjusting after three weeks. Her dad had just dropped her off here in Rustboro city yesterday but Hilda wanted to get on fixing her up with some new pokemon as fast as possible. "Do you see any whismur?" Since they were cute and close by the little blind girl had topped her list off with one. And they were quiet. That she enjoyed.
"Yep." The woman smiled before sending Treecko forward. "There, use leech seed!" She commanded quickly and Treecko, powerful in himself, seeded a squirming, suddenly shrieking pokemon. They began to sprout roots, breaking into its skin, and it instantly began to grow weak.
Sonya felt her senses overloaded as it screamed and covered her ears. "It sounds hurt!" She was still scared at the actual violence that it took to capture a pokemon.
"Shh…" Hilda patted her head. "Don't worry, he's only scared. In just a minute we'll have him in a nice homey pokeball and on the way to a pokemon center." She promised tenderly, trying to soothe her. Speaking of which, Treecko tackled and held down the whismur. "Okay, Devon," She said confidently. "Back up and let Sonya catch the little cutie!"
The ten-year-old smiled and took the pokeball from her belt before rearing back and tossing it, trapping the whismur inside. It was shaking roughly at first but slowed and finally relaxed. The girl's aunt picked it up gently and handed the container to Sonya. "There you go, he's all yours love. Do you want to name him?"
"Yeah." She said, quietly. "I'm going to name him Discord. Does that sound okay?" There was still a holding power, feeling strong at having control over a Pokémon's entire life. But she shook it off.
"Sounds lovely." Hilda began to walk the girl back outside into the light. "Perfectly fitting."
Hilda was handling Sonya because the girl's mother, and Hilda's sister, was gone. They had been twin trainers of great skill. Neither had bothered to become champions but both easily conquered at least two regions though. Sonya's mom, though, had settled down and went back to simple training. She had married Tobias, and had their daughter. But she had left (if that's what you dared call it) they day her daughter was born.
In a freak accident the woman had gone out to get some fresh air a few hours after Sonya was born. A fearow, and old, scarred, nasty bird, had attacked. It was easily larger than her and fierce as a tyranitar. The bird had descended before anyone could make a counter move and the weak woman was swept away and devoured.
Sonya hated that story. It scared the daylights out of her. That's why she had only been told it once. Otherwise people were quiet about her mother's demise. It somehow made the girl feel like it was her fault. But she did know it wasn't and went on with her life. It was only a scary bedtime story.
~~~~
Within a few weeks she was back home, learning to clean up after and care for her pokemon. The girl was also learning to understand braille, reading up on each of the new pets on her six-pokemon team through her fingers. Treecko still stayed by her side as a guide friend more than anything. The rest of the team was comprised of this-
The whismur, Discord, that had a quiet nature. Her aron from granite cave was named Damon. It was quite shy and liked to hide under her bed, playing peekaboo and grabbing her feet on more than one occasion. The trapinch she had gotten in the desert on the way back home was bold but not hasty. Since she was the only female, Dasti was about as close to the girl as anyone else. There was also a curious little Sableye, Desmond, and finally a bubbly little seal, Denny.
She smiled as Sableye scuttled up her shoulder and nibbled at her arm, wanting food. The girl patted it tenderly and pulled some pea-gravel, which was cheap half-formed diamonds, from her pocket and it munched into them before nuzzling her and purring very lightly.
The girl picked up and hugged the blue seal pokemon. "How cute." She giggled, imagining what it looked like. The aron she had caught all on her own skipped up. She believed it to be a larvitar and, having not mentioned it, people assumed she knew it was an aron.
Her dad peeked into the room gently. He smiled at his daughter, who continued to feel lightly over the page of brail as if it was as natural as normal reading. The man sighed silently, knowing they were slowly and steadily getting past this.