[[OOC: Yeah, another ItalicAttack. :3 What can I say? I leik Jen's past. :D:D ]]
In the cave, Jen caught her breath, leaning against the wall. She couldn't remember the last time she had travelled so much in one day - first from her village to the castle, then onto the ridge, down to the forest, fighting a Heracross, back to the ridge, travelling through two battles and finally a sprint across a field to the allotted hiding spot. Spoink was also terribly weary; without so much as a word spoken between them, he flopped to the floor in a deep slumber, his tail weakly lashing outwards. Jen frowned; with a heartbeat that slow, surely he would be in danger? She worried once more about Spoink's fragility and then slid down the cave wall to the floor. There was a gnawing hunger burning within her stomach, but she ignored it in favour of the peace of a good night's sleep. That, however, would soon be denied to her as she fell into another deep memory.
She is young now. She is seven years old and has just learned of her parent's death at the hands of a rampaging Ryperior. She does not understand death yet. She had never witnessed it. But she knows that her parents are never coming back, and she is saddened by it, although not overly. She was never that close with her parents. She preferred the company of the other village children, and sometimes even the Pokémon that lived there too. She does not realise the extent of her loss until three days later, when, in the village square, she is attacked by Rager, the vicious Taillow that attacked anyone who got too close.
Jen runs screaming across the square, Rager in tow. He is lashing out with his talons, scratching at her face. She can do nothing to stop him, and so runs.
Suddenly, Rager is knocked away by a wooden pole. Jen looks up and sees a man she does not know, but he has undeniably saved her. Rager glares at them in disgust and then retreats, taking up post atop the village clock, in search of his next victim.
The man helps Jen to her feet and brushes her clothes down. He touches gently at a cut on her forehead, but she squeals and pushes him away. He simply smiles and continues, pressing something to the wound which cools it and stems the flow of blood. Jen stares at him in amazement.
"Did you hit Rager with your stick?" she asks, incredulous.
"Yes, I did," the man confirms. Jen cocks her head.
"But he was going so fast. Were you faster than him?" she says.
"Yes," the man says again, "And so were you. You managed to run away, didn't you?"
"Yeah..." Jen confirms, but she is unsure of what he means.
"What's your name?" the man asks.
"Jen."
"Where are your parents, Jen?" the man glances around as though he expect them to come running at the sight of their injured child. No one comes.
"They're dead," Jen states emotionlessly.
"But... where do you live?" the man looks shocked.
"I don't live anywhere. After they died I wasn't allowed to live at home any more so I don't."
"Where do you stay?"
Jen glanced around the square as though to say, right here, this is where I stay.
"Oh, Jen. We can't have that. Listen, you're going to come and live with me," the man says, smiling warmly.
"Really? Really, mister?" Jen says hopefully. She is smiling too now.
"Yes, and you know what? I'm going to teach you how to be fast like I was just then. Would you like that, Jen?"
"Oh yeah, Mister! Please!"
The man laughs and takes Jen by the hand, leading her away from the square and towards the house that she would come to love so much. He glances down at the little girl by his side.
"Please, call me Edgear."
Jen jerked awake, her face wet with silent tears, but this time she was happy. This time, she had seen something that warmed her to the core: the happiest day of her life. She smiled and wiped her face dry, and then sat up, leaning against the cave wall again. Spoink had snuggled against her side during the time she had been asleep, and his tail was still air-bouncing, albeit stronger that it had been before. She smiled again, in spite of herself. She knew that, even though Edgear was gone, he was still with her, in the way she fought, in the weapons she used and in her memories and dreams.
She sat that way for a while longer, occasionally glancing towards the cave entrance where she was Leon sat with his Kabutops. She hoped they could evade the Arleon troops for long enough that they could get this job done. She truly hoped.