Pieces of Eight
By Lobo Diablo
Chapter One: Abracadabra and a Silver Spoon
“Eida, I’ve got a surprise for you.”
The girl looked up from her porridge, her father was standing by the door, grinning hugely. He looked a bit dishevelled with leaves in his hair and grass stains on his pants, but still rather pleased with himself. Eida blinked bemusedly at him, still half asleep.
“Hm?” she mumbled, ever eloquent. Her father laughed and came to the table, bringing two somethings from behind his back and placing them down infront of her. He beamed proudly as Eida looked at the two objects - a PokéDex and a red and white Pokéball - still looking rather bewildered.
“Surprise, I got them this morning for you.” Eida’s mother came over from the stove, and when she saw the Pokéball, she sighed and shook her head before looking at her husband.
“Harry, is that really wise?” Harry looked at his wife and smiled,
“I think she’s old enough dear, besides, it’s about time she had a Pokémon.” Though still tired, Eida managed a grateful little smile as she looked up at her parents,
“Thanks Dad, they look great.” He laughed heartily and patted her head fondly,
“Try looking
inside the ball you silly goose.”
Even more perplexed, Eida reached out and delicately picked up the Pokéball. She fiddled with it a moment - having never touched one before - before pressing the little button on the side. The Pokéball increased in size and let out a stream of red light. It coalesced on the table and then, quite suddenly, there was an Abra sitting beside the jug of orange juice.
It looked just as bemused as Eida as it looked up and peered at the three humans staring down at it; the male who was grinning massively, the woman standing beside him looking rather anxious, and the younger girl who was looking at him with eyebrows raised.
“Abra?” the Pokémon squeaked curiously, “Abra abra?” It blinked innocently. Eida couldn’t help but smile. She reached out, paused, and then gently tickled the Abra’s head with a finger. The Abra squeaked a laugh and swarmed up Eida’s shirt to sniff her and chew her hair. Eida snickered softly as the Pokémon squeaked happily to itself, ‘Abra abra abra’.
“You like him?” her father asked. Eida grinned slightly at him.
“He’s adorable, thanks Dad.” Harry grinned. Eida meanwhile was tickling the Abra again, chuckling as it laughed and nuzzled her hair. “Abra abra cadabra.” She said softly. The Abra clung to her shirt with it’s little claws and peered at her, cocking it’s head;
“Abra?” Eida looked back at him, wondering what the Pokémon had suddenly found so interesting,
“What?”
“Abra abra!”
“You like that? Abracadabra?”
“Abra!” the Abra squeaked cheerfully, “Abra abra!”
“You could name him that if you like.” Eida’s father put in. Eida glanced at him, then looked back at the Abra.
“Would you like that?” she asked the Pokémon, “Being called Abracadabra? It’s not really creative…” The Abra however didn’t seem to care and just babbled happily (Abra! Abraabra!) and bounced from her shoulder to scuttle across the table, poking everything curiously, all the while squeaking to itself. When it came across one of the large, silver serving spoons, it squeaked in delight and snatched it up, waving it about as it hopped back to Eida to show her his find. Eida laughed softly at his antics, “Alright then, Abracadabra.”
The Abra sat down with a soft bump and hugged the serving spoon, beaming.