Lily's legs pounded the asphalt of Littleroot Town's narrow streets as she ran, a houndour easily keeping up with her. She almost flew, her combat boots barely touching the ground, a black messenger bag bumping against her left thigh. Normally impeccably punctual, the seventeen-year-old was now forced to sprint, late for the meeting at Prof. Birch's lab. The power had gone out during the night, resetting the alarm clock at the pok?center. She had awoke much later than intended, but fortunately the laboratory was the largest building in town and therefore easy to locate.
She stopped, panting, at the doors and ran a hand through her tangled lilac hair, glancing down to make sure Malaclypse was there.
"C'mon already," he barked. "They've probably came and went by now."
"Shut up," she snapped, irritably. She opened the door and stepped inside.
There were four kids, three girls and a boy, in the lab already. By the way everyone was standing around, she surmised a pok?mon battle had just taken place. Professor Birch looked at her.
"Oh! You must be Lillith, correct?"
Lily nodded, looking around. She was taller than most of the kids, and definitely second oldest next to the professor. Oh well...she'd been expecting that.
"Great," said Birch, beaming at her. "Just a few more trainers, and then we'll start!"
