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I balled my hands into fists, sitting down by the river and biting down the urge to scream. I’d been forsaken. Abandoned. Forgotten, even.
All because the sky turned red.
After everything I’d done to help them, all against my will… it was over, just like that.
The Clans wouldn’t help. I knew why, of course, but it still hurt. I actually sort of wanted the Clans to go to war against Kamado. The bastard had it coming. So judgy. So rude.
Idly, I noticed two Magikarp swimming in circles around one another. Some kind of mating ritual, maybe, or perhaps they were siblings or friends or something of the ilk.
Was Ingo treated with this level of suspicion every time something went wrong in the Pearl Clan? Was Sabi? She could see the future. Maybe she was used as an easy scapegoat. Probably not. She was… what? 8? 9? Maybe younger?
I was 15. Didn’t I count as a child?
The Galaxy Team was willing to throw me to the wolves before I proved myself. It made sense that they were fine with leaving me to die now.
It still hurt. It ached, burned, shrieked in agony, a festering, rotten, gaping wound in my heart of hearts slowly eating me whole from the inside. Wouldn’t be too long now before I fell to the siren song of vengeance.
I stood, mind made up. Fuck the Galaxy Team, fuck the Clans, fuck Arceus. I’d survive on my own.
A Luxio chirped in greeting behind me, but I ignored it. I didn’t bother to call a Noble to assist me. I didn’t need one.
I’d find a way to survive. Maybe a Pokémon would take pity on me and allow me to take shelter with it for a time. I had left my team in the village. I didn’t want them to see me crumble.
No team, no pokéballs, no allies. Completely and utterly alone.
I turned and met a surprised Volo’s eyes.
Before he could speak, I stormed past him. As far as I was concerned, he and his guild had sat back and done nothing when I was exiled. Fuck Kamado, fuck the Clans, and fuck Volo, too.
He called out after me, but I ignored him.
I’d find a way.