The Aroma Lady
Chapter 1: New Day
In rolling hills, across the countryside gardens of Austria, lies a cottage with old painted shatters and fences with flowered vines stretching along the sides. Clear skies welcome the sun everyday as its' rays bless the land with energy and warmth; mountains aline the horizon, with peaks powdered with snow. back at the cottage, smoke bellows from the old brick chimney, indicating that someone is cooking. From the quaint cottage a soft tune is being hummed by a woman, lifting the ambiance into a peaceful bliss.
The pink framed window opened outward by a pair of fair hands, and instantly filled the outside mountain air with the scent of lilies, roses, and a fresh beef and leak stew. A young brunette stood at the open window and called outside, “Bella! Flora! Lily! Cherry! Dinner is ready, and our new friend will be arriving soon!”
Across the hillside in the meadow, a tall, quadrupedal dinosaur with two filaments with anthers at the top as antennae, and a flower collar came galumphing toward the cottage. Riding the Meganium was a small, green, floral Pokemon with a grass skirt that clung onto the galloping herb Pokemon. Accompanying them was a large, living sunflower Pokemon; bright and happy it ran through the field of flowers on its return. Not far behind a fourth floral Pokemon came bouncing its way toward the cottage; the Cherrims' yellow face imitated the sun which it adored, and its' pink pedals mirrored the flowers that grew naturally in the grasses.
They all came together at the cottage window, panting and sweating sweet, intoxicating aromas. The lady of the cottage came to the window and set four bowls out of steaming stew. Each Pokemon respectfully chose their bowl and happily ate the homemade meal. Pink, red, and violet beams painted the sky as the sun set on the mountains and the lady smiled softly.
“Please, when you are done come inside for the night. It will most definitely be an eventful and memorable evening to behold.” The words coming from the lady were like soft, warm furs gently embracing the Pokemon's eardrums and cooing them into a calm bliss. “Bella, you are the most beautiful Bellosom I could have ever raised, and Flora, my sweet Sunflora... the sun treats you well. You bloom everyday as if it were the first of spring.” She stroked the Meganium's neck and admired her grass Pokemon.
When they were finished the Pokemon walked around to the wooden door and waited for the lady to open it. They walked in, slow on the rickety floor boards covered by a rug, past the rocking chairs, and sat on the main rug in the living room by the open fireplace. The lady came by and sat next to her Pokemon; she held a giant, flashing egg and placed it in her lap by the fire.
“The warmth of the fire should accelerate the hatching process, I read that once in a book from the library in Vienna.” The lady said with her eyes glazed with memories from her past. She snapped out of it as she turned toward Flora and said, “I remember hatching you,” she poked the Sunflora in the face slightly and the sunflower Pokemon jumped and giggled, “you were just a shy little Sunkern, waking into a beautiful, grassy world. Unbeknownst to you, you were born a perfect type, and in a perfect place to be that perfect type.” Her rosy checks pinched and rose, making her green eyes squint as she loved every second of the night.
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A little later in the evening the sun had set completely; the sounds of chirping Kricketots and Kricketunes filled the air, while a calm night breezy brushed the grasses of the hills. The grass Pokemon inside had fallen asleep in the positions they were in waiting for the new Pokemon to hatch. Lily the Meganium had her head hung low, as Bella lay slumped over on Lily. Flora had also hung her head, but closed up her pedals in the same fashion Cherry did. The lady was fighting hard to keep her eyes open, slowly shutting them, but jerking upward waking her out of her trance for a split second before falling back into a hypnotic state. The egg flashed in the same metronomic time frame as it had been since that early afternoon.
Then as the lady was about to go to sleep for good the egg flashed and grew brighter instead of continually flashing. It grew brighter and warmer and the light woke the lady up. She gave out a surprised sound that woke her Pokemon up along with the light. Her Pokemon shaded their eyes with their pedals and each other, but the lady was transfixed on the egg, indescribably excited. The egg morphed into a small, oval-round, lumpy shape before rematerializing completely; the newborn creature was a small, white fluff ball with two leaves, one on each side. The new cotton Pokemon opened its wide eyes and looked up at the lady. She was paralyzed with an overabundance of emotions: joy, excitement, mystified, blessed, empowerment, motherly, astoundment, etc. She was entranced and bewitched by the wonder that had just come to this world; the beauty she saw in the event and the glory in which she viewed in the particular Pokemon made her hesitant to speak. It was because of her reaction that the time laps between the actual hatching of the Cottonee, and her next words, was perceived to be more like hours than the actual few seconds it was. She cupped the Pokemon in her hands and lifted it up to her soft, round face.
“Hello there sweetie, my name is Lady. You are my Cottonee that I bought and hatched, and I've decided to name you Cottonball. This is our lovely home,” Lady turned her hands to show Cottonball her cottage, “and these are your friends and our family, Cherry, Flora, Bella, and Lilly.” She showed the cotton Pokemon her other Pokemon. Her Pokemon smiled in a simultaneous welcome as Cottonball analyzed its new world.
“You will be fed every day, taught manners and rules, and live to be the best Cottonee I know you will be. You will be a great Pokemon, in fact, you already are.” Lady turned Cottonball toward her so they could speak face to face, for what Lady thought was a more serious issue at hand. “There are many different Pokemon out there in this world, some are ugly and horrible creatures. They pollute, scorch, defile, and trouble our beautiful, flowery world, but the grass type Pokemon always do good. They live well in harmonious tranquility with nature and all of Mother Nature's blessings, they bring good into our world and live beautifully.
“You and your fellow Pokemon are the best type there is. Pure grass. Beautiful, lovely, aromatic- simply pure.” Lady smiled with pride at her new beloved Pokemon. She knew that her life was going to be different with a new Pokemon; she was under the impression that it was all for the better, her life was going to improve, and so she continued to believe that.