I Am MIO

Prologue:
The first thing I remembered was darkness, pitch-black darkness. Then I opened my eyes.
A tall man stood by my bedside. He looked like a fierce Pyroar, with his spiky, orange hair and beard. Be side him stood a slightly shorter man, but not by much. He had a kindly looking face, warm grey eyes, and a mop of black hair.
I tried to talk, but my mouth felt as dry as sawdust.
"Where am I?" I croaked.
The black-haired man smiled.
"Hello Mio." he said kindly.
"Who're you?" I asked.
"My name is Professor Augustine Sycamore, and I'm your father."

Chapter One: A Year Later...

I woke up on a cold, August day, or was it December? I still don't understand these months, or whatever they're called, and I'm thirty-three years old! Anyways it was a cold day, and I woke up early to the smell of croissants cooking in the kitchen. I hopped out of bed, put on my usual hoodie, and headed downstairs. Dad was humming happily and pouring sweet butter sauce on the breakfast pastries before putting them in the oven. He wore a pink flowery apron, which probably belonged to Sophie, his assistant, and his lab coat over it. Charmander was munching on a bit of pokemon food innocently beside Chespin. Squirtle was helping Bulbasaur plant flowers in the Pokemon habitat out back. As for Fennekin and Froakie? Who knows.
I picked up Charmander and headed over to Lysandre Cafe.
I waved to Tom, the barista, and sat down at a table. Tom and I were pretty friendly. I first met him when he commented on how my hair was so red, it blended in with the wallpaper.

"What would you like today Mio?" he asked.
"Oh, you know. The usual." I replied, handing him five Pokedollars.
He smiled kindly. "One hot chocolate with extra whipped cream, coming right up."
"Thanks."
Charmander sat on my lap, and looked up at me. I sighed.
"Fine. You can have the pokepuff."
Tom always gave me a pokepuff before I left.
"Charmander! Charmander Char!!!" Charmander said happily.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I said, rolling my eyes.
After Tom brought me my drink, I left the cafe, Charmander in my arms, munching on the Tamato berry pokepuff.
"Char. Char. Char." it said, nibbling happily.
I went back to the lab, where Squirtle and Froakie were putting out a fire.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I burnt the croissants.... again." Dad said, his head lowered in shame.
"Of course you did." I sighed.

After we made another batch of pokepuffs and didn't burn them, we set off for the Pokemon Showcase in the Lumiose City Performance Centre. Dad kept telling me about this one performer and Pokevision star named Serena.
"I wouldn't be surprised is she became Kalos Queen." he was saying.
"Yeah. Whatever." I said in a bored tone.
Back then, Dad never allowed me to go on a pokemon journey. He was too over protective. I still had Charmander though...
"You know, every time she visited with her friends, Ash, Bonnie, and Clemont, something would be destroyed in my lab." he said thoughtfully. "Ash saved Garchomp."
"Uh-huh." I said, starting to zone out.
"C'mon, let's get some good seats." Dad said.

The interior of the place was huge, at least that's what I thought. Dad loved watching the pokemon showcases, me? I personally find them boring. In my opinion, it's just a bunch of girls showing off their pokemon. Charmander finds pokemon showcases fascinating though.
The lights dimmed and Monsieur What's-his-face appeared. I mean, what's that guys deal? He wears friggin' eye shadow!
"Bonjour!" he said. "My name is Monsieur What's-his-face! Welcome to the Lumiose City Pokemon Showcase. Blah. Blah. Blaaaaahhhhh."
By this time I was nodding off. Then I fell asleep. I woke up suddenly to a loud crashing noise. I looked down at Charmander, who was also on high-alert.
"Prepare for trouble!" A woman's voice announced.
"And make it snubbull!" A dude's voice said.
"To protect the world from deviation!"
"To unite all people in condensation!"
"To denounce the evils of tooth and love!"
"To extend our preach to the skies above!"
"Jesse!"
"James!"
"Team Rocket blast off at the speed of fright!"
"Surrender now of prepare ignite!"
"Meowth fats right!"
(Or at least that's how I heard their chant-thingy.)

Whatever they said sounded villainous.
"Go Charmander!" I commanded.
"Charmander! Charmander Char!" Charmander cried, leaping into action.
"Use Ember!" I yelled.
Charmander did a flip and then performed the Ember attack with elegant grace.
Charmander has a love for performing... A love for the stage. I thought, noticing how the Lizard pokemon loved to show-off its skill.
"Looks like Team Rocket's blasting off again!" the intruders cried, flying through the air.
The audience applauded us, and Charmander did a little bow. At that moment, I realized Charmander's true dream. To be a performing pokemon. But what about my dreams? Could I fulfill them both? Become Kalos Queen and the Champion of Kalos?
Nah.
I don't know anymore. I'm confused. Really confused.

The next day, I sat on my bed looking down at Charmander who was curled up in my lap.
What should I do? Go with Charmander's dreams or mine? I thought.
Charmander was the first pokemon I'd ever seen. He was also my best friend. Charmander and I had countless adventures. He had protected me from Garchomp's rampage, and the incident with the gigantic Meowth mecha. Then I remembered. I promised Charmander that I would do anything to repay him. It was decided. As long as he lived, he would be my number one performing pokemon. And he still is. Nowadays, as I look back onto the many years of my existence, those years of my childhood were the best.
Charmander looked up at me with those big, inquisitive blue eyes.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." I said.
Dad came into the room holding a pokedex and five pokeballs.
"Hey," he said softly, "I was amazed at how quickly you reacted yesterday at the Pokemon Showcase. You've really grown a lot."
I nodded.
"I think you're finally ready to be a trainer. The Fletchling's got to leave the nest someday." he said.
I looked at him, surprised at what he was saying. "Do... Do you really mean that?" I stammered.
Dad nodded.
"Yes! Yes! YES!!!" I squealed, hugging him tightly.
"Char! Charmander!" Charmander said indignantly, tugging on my jacket.
"Of course you're coming too!" I said.
"Charmander!" he said happily.

Chapter 2: I set off on my journey to become Kalos Queen

"Don't forget to talk to me on the Holocaster!" Dad yelled.
"Yeah! Okay!" I yelled back.
"Charmander! Charmander-Char!" Charmander called to Garchomp, who was standing beside Dad.
"Gabbaaaa...." Garchomp said sadly.
Garchomp treated Charmander like he was her own. I guess it was the nurturing instinct in her.
Anyways, we set off down the street at a full run.
I was finally free to become the trainer I wanted to be. We headed towards the forest that stood at the edge of Lumiose City, by the Lumiose Badlands. Charmander and I decided that if we were going to participate in contests, we'd need another performing partner. We walked through the forest, and met all kinds of pokemon like Vavillon, Scatterbug, Fletchling, and the lot, but Charmander didn't want to partner with anyone. At about noon, we walked out of the forest, upset that we couldn't find any pokemon with the same performing flare. But suddenly, a miracle happened...
In front of us stood an Eevee with a zest for life and dance, and we knew this was the one.
Eevee wasn't shy at all, and approached us.
"Charmander, Char, Char, Charmander!" Charmander said to her.
"Ee-Eevee?" Eevee asked, tilting her head to one side.
"Charmander."
"Eevee!" Eevee said happily. She burrowed into my messenger bag and pressed her nose on a pokeball.
It shook once. Twice. Three times. It shook once more before it chimed.
"Wow. You caught my first pokemon." I said to Charmander, who was rolling on the grass, laughing at me.