Team Of Sea And Sky Sun And Moon
Team Of Sea And Sky Sun And Moon
Chapter One: Leaving To Start A New Life
As usual, on the morning the day before I met Zen, I was making another one of my early morning jaunts into the woods to gather herbs.
Despite everything that happened, I honestly can’t say that I regret it. Because meeting Zen and becoming an Exploration Team was definitely the best thing that could have happened to me. No matter the crap everyone else put us through because I was supposedly common-born (which I wasn’t, considering I had blood of the Royal House of Jurai running through my veins), no matter the crap that happened because I joined Zen’s team, I didn’t regret one single minute.
After all, he stood beside me when I literally stood against time and space, and the reason time was corrupted. Zen never once tried to leave, although I wouldn’t have blamed him if he had, and never complained about all the crap he went through because of me. All the crap everyone gave him because of my hair color and the fact that I was supposedly common born.
And I loved him even more for it.
The path that let me to meeting Zen began when someone told Raj, the First Prince of Tanbarun, about me. Not that I had any idea, of course. I was just doing what I always did. As usual, I was making a trip into the woods to collect herbs. The more herbs I had, the better medicines I could make.
After my morning jaunt into the forest to collect herbs, I opened up my shop, which had been owned by my grandparents before me, and after helping a few of my usual customers, I heard someone at the door.
“Did you forget something?” I called, amused, thinking it was an elderly lady named Kino. I turned around to find that it wasn’t Kino, but in fact was one of Prince Raj’s Royal Guards. I looked at him curiously after the man explained things. “You said Prince Raj’s concubine?” I questioned, tilting my head slightly, smiling. This had to be a joke.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t.
“Yes.” The guard confirmed, mirroring the gesture. “In other words you would be his mistress.”
“Absurd!” I snapped. “I can’t believe he’d be interested in a common girl like me just because of the color of my hair. I’d be an embarrassment to him!”
“Still, Prince Raj has taken a liking to you.” The guard informed me, advancing and forcing me to retreat until I ran into my desk. “Therefore you are formally required to appear at the castle tomorrow morning. I suggest you look presentable.” To punctuate his threat, he gripped the hilt of his sword briefly, fixing me with a warning glare. Translation: appear at the castle tomorrow morning or else.
I went about my day mechanically after that, putting on a smile for all of my customers, but anyone who knew me could tell that something was wrong. They asked what was wrong, of course, but I wouldn’t tell them. I didn’t want them to worry about me.
I closed the shop early that day, citing that I wasn’t feeling well and didn’t want someone to suffer because I couldn’t think clearly. It was true enough, but not for the reasons people thought. Of course, the fact that I assured them I had just overworked myself a little and that I’d be fine in the morning probably helped. Not that anyone knew that being fine in the morning was a big fat lie, because I wasn’t going to be some spoiled prince’s play toy.
It was almost a shame he didn’t know I was a Legendary— he might not be so interested in having me as his concubine then.
From what my grandparents had told me, a long, long time ago, someone had the absurd idea to use magic to try to gain the powers of a Pokémon. Well, it didn’t work, but it did alter them, giving them the blood of a Pokémon. A few more people tried the ritual, and a few more, and a few more, until a vast majority of the population had the blood of a Pokémon. Obviously, some married humans and plenty married others like them, but a few actually mated with Pokémon.
The end result was that humans because more Pokémon-like and Pokémon became more human-like, until eventually humans and Pokémon became the same species. Now, everyone looked mostly human, but with Pokémon characteristics, such as ears and tails, or in my case, wings. Most of my customers assumed I was a Grass Type because of my affinity for herbs. However, I wondered what they would say if I showed them the brilliant seven-colored wings that marked me as a Ho-oh, the Legendary Bird Pokémon of Sun, said to bring happiness to anyone who saw it.
From what my grandparents told me, they’d probably think I was an omen of bad luck or something, because supposedly, Legendary Pokémon only appeared outside of the various Royal Families when there were times of great danger ahead. Maybe there was some truth in the old tale, because being a Legendary meant trouble no matter what family a person was from, but that didn’t mean that people actually had to hate Legendaries that aren’t royal.
I sat around for a while, wondering what in the world to do now that Prince Raj had taken an interest in me (the guard said he’d taken a liking to me, but he didn’t know me so he’d taken an interest in me, not a liking to me). But after a while, I realized that I had to do something, one way or the other. I couldn’t just sit and let life pass me by, and I could either accept the situation I now found myself in, or I could actually try to do something about it. So I stood up, lit the candles, and began grabbing herbs off the shelves, writing letters to everyone with their medicines explaining why I wouldn’t be around to help them anymore, and apologizing for leaving. I worked pretty much all night, until I had everyone’s medicines made.
I smiled, taking off my apron and wiping my forehead. “That takes care of everyone.” I murmured. I glanced out the window at Twilight Town— so named because Lugia and Ho-oh were supposed to be sacred protectors of the town— and picked up the scissors on my worktable, holding them to my hair for a brief moment.
Please know this wasn’t your fault. I thought to the town as a whole, and then with a determined snip, took my destiny into my own hands.
I left the cut hair on the windowsill and donned my traveling cloak, mentally saying goodbye to Twilight Town and Tanbarun as a whole. It had been my home my entire life, and I didn’t really want to leave. Unfortunately, unless I wanted to become a concubine— which I absolutely didn’t— I didn’t have any choice.
I convinced a cart driver to take me out of the country, traveling through the night and into the next morning. Once we crossed the border from Tanbarun into Clarines, I got off, thanked the driver, and made my way into the forest. It was cold and dark, and I debated calling a flame to my hands to help stay warm and light my way.
I hesitated; hadn’t my grandparents always told me to pretend I was a Grass Type? If I called up a fire, someone would know. “Conceal it, don’t feel it. Don’t let it show.” That was what they had always told me. But it was cold, and no one was around to see, so I decided that, unfortunately, just this once, I would break my grandparents' cardinal rule and use my powers. I wished I could spread my largely unused wings and take flight above the trees, but that would attract way too much attention. There was no way I could justify taking such a huge risk, even if really I wanted to.
So I sighed and called a ball of flames to my hands; that was my compromise. I walked through the forest until I found a house in the woods, one which didn’t seem to have any sort of light source, meaning it was probably empty. But to be on the same side, I knocked on the door a few times. “Excuse me?” I called out. “Excuse me! Is anyone home? May I come inside?” No one answered. I sighed. “I can’t just go in without being invited.” I grumbled knowing that if someone did live there they probably wouldn’t be happy with me barging into their house. So, even though it was dark and I was starting to get hungry, I reluctantly slept there.
I ate the few nuts I had and made a makeshift pillow out of my bag, and lied down to sleep there. I’d just have to figure out someplace better in the morning. The sun was already high in the sky when I woke up the next morning, and I was somewhat startled to hear a shout from a young man. “Mitsuhide, Kiki,” He called. “I’m going on ahead!”
“Hey, careful braggart, you’ll hurt yourself!” Another man’s voice warned. The young man seemed to ignore him, and a second later, I saw a white haired blue eyed man leaping over the stone wall. He had a big grin on his face and didn’t seem to even consider falling. He blinked as he caught sight of me, and his foot caught the wall, making him land less than gracefully. “I told you so, Zen!” A teal haired man groaned worriedly. “Are you hurt, did you fall on your head?! Tell me, what’s one plus one?!”
“Purple.” The white haired young man I assumed was “Zen” deadpanned, making my lips twitch in amusement. “Wait, who are you again?”
“Oh, I forgot.” Said the blond woman. “Was that your name?”
“Kiki!” ‘Mitsuhide’ shouted. “Not helping even a little bit!” The man called Zen began to laugh and I took this opportunity to try to crawl away before anyone saw me, until Zen called out to me, his voice sharp and commanding.
“Hold.” He said. “Mind telling me who you are?” His voice sounded amiable and friendly enough, but I knew that he wasn’t asking. “And what you’re doing in the woods all alone?” I tried to spin a story about wandering away from my house and getting lost in the woods, trying to excuse myself and get the hell away from there before he noticed my red hair, but unfortunately, he stopped me by hooking his sword on my hood and tugging upward to reveal the hair that had caused me so much trouble recently. “You have very unusual hair.” He noted.
I put on a fake smile. “Yeah, I know.” I tried to smile more. “I hear that frequently.” I happened to glance at his arm. “Oh, your arm.” I said, opening my bag up, looking for some of the medicine I’d been able to bring when I left Tanbarun earlier.
“I’ve had worse.” Zen shrugged, and I wasn’t sure what was more disturbing; the idea that he was lying, or that he was actually telling the truth.
“You’re in luck.” I informed him. “I’m an herbalist. I have a healing poultice you can use on it, that’ll help.” I started to fish it out of my bag, only to be interrupted.
“No thanks.” Zen drawled, leveling his sword at me. “It could be poison or something. I’m not going to fall for that little trick. I wasn’t born yesterday, you know. Trust is something earned, not given. In other words, we’re done here.” He put on an amiable smile. “So off you go then.”
I had to concede that he did have a point, and knew I’d have to convince him somehow. So I grabbed the hilt of his sword and slammed it down onto my own arm. As the people I thought were called Mitsuhide and Kiki stared on in astonishment and Zen started to question what I was doing, I grabbed the healing ointment out of my bag and smeared it onto a bandage, which I then placed on my arm and held it up to show him that nothing was happening to me. “Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t usually carry poison.”
Zen actually dropped his sword and Mitsuhide burst out laughing. “She sure got you there, Zen.” The other man wheezed through his laughter.
That was how I first met Zen Wisteria, leader of Team Healing Sword and the love of my life.
That was how I took the first steps towards discovering my true heritage.
That was how I became the strong future queen I was always meant to be.
Wind in the sky. Stars in the heavens. An indomitable spirit in my heart. Grant your magic unto my hands!