Skye's eyes snapped open. She was lying in a pine grove, deep in the heart of a forest. She looked up at the sky, feeling something leave her, something important that she could not hang on to. A red and white ball lay beside her bundled form.
A man and a woman came bounding through the forest, as if after hearing a disturbing sound, and curious enough to investigate. They found Skye, the little baby, near tears in her white blanket. The woman picked her up, speaking soothing words...carrying her and the pokeball back to the large bath house in Blackthron in which they lived and ran...
"Skye!" her mother's voice called, or rather, the woman Skye had come to call mother. "Come downstairs please...I need your help this morning!"
Skye rolled out of bed, and got herself dressed. She pulled on her baggy, calf-length work pants and her bell-sleeved shirt. She tied her belt around her carefully, since it contained her Pokemon's pokeball. Tsubasa, the Fearow, resided there, still fast alseep.
For a moment, Skye smiled at her reflection. Her deep indigo eyes, fair hair and skin, and her strangely, slightly pointed ears. She found herself in her usual cheery mood, and made her way downstairs to help her mother with the morning chores.