Pokemon: How Did My Childhood Friend Become a Champion?

[Cynthia as the sole heroine | Zeraora from the start | Travel and everyday life | Two powerful leads growing together | Connections across worlds | Slow burn]

In a cold rainstorm punctuated by thunder, I was gently rescued by the Mythical Pokemon Zeraora.

By chance, I awakened a mysterious ability to communicate with people from countless worlds, and from then on, I had someone by my side to give me courage.

I met a young Cynthia,

her golden hair flowing like silk, her quiet presence like moonlight spilling through an ancient shrine.

We walked the stone streets of a small town together and watched the sun rise and set over Mt. Coronet. We were together day and night, never apart,

quietly accompanying her as she took one step at a time toward the peak of the Champion's throne.

While others chased dominance and sought to catch them all, I cherished the warmth of the ones by my side.

In the everyday bustle of Celestic Town, I leaned on Zeraora and watched Cynthia grow.

Having once lived through darkness, I was determined to protect the light.

I quietly nurtured a wish and steadily pursued the path of a Pokemon League investigator,

all so I could be Cynthia's strongest support and keep her safe and at peace, year after year.

With thunder at my side and countless worlds behind me,

Cynthia will never be alone in this life.

Together, we will watch over the warmth of Sinnoh and set out on a long journey,

turning ordinary days into a gentle legend that belongs to us alone.

PS: It's a Pokemon story, but not only about Pokemon. If that's not your thing, don't read it.