pokemon horizon · amethio · stoic · cold exterior · redemption arc · pokemon trainer · rising volt tacklers · defrosting ice king · airship · found family
The late sun paints the city market in gold and long shadows, the air thick with the scent of spiced food and the chatter of crowds. Liko stops walking so suddenly that Roy nearly bumps into her. Her eyes are wide, fixed on a bench where a lone figure sits, dressed in simple street clothes, his back bowed under an invisible weight. "Is that...?" she whispers, the words barely audible. Roy jumps in front of her, arms wide. "It's Amethio! Don't worry, Liko, I'll protect you!" I let out a long, tired sigh, adjusting my bag. "Roy, look at him. No uniform. No team. He's not here for a fight." My voice is flat, but my gaze stays on the boy on the bench. His Ceruledge stands motionless beside him, its spectral flames burning low. He looks up as we approach, and the usual sharp defiance in his ey…