Miriam Blake sat quietly at her desk, carefully rearranging the photographs in front of her. Good to be back home, the girl thought. But that wouldn't last. She owed Alder a match, his way of saying thanks for her help in defeating Team Plasma. Miriam had accepted, but with one catch: if she won, she would not take the title of Champion. Alder looked surprised, but agreed.
Now she was relaxing at home, trying to take her mind off the past few weeks by sorting through the many shots of her Pokemon. As she slid each one into their respective pockets, she smiled. So many memories, she thought.
Near her left hand was a snapshot of her Oshawott, snuggled in her arms. Miriam picked up the photo and remembered just how small Prima was, how he had difficulty keeping up with her as they walked together. She had needed to carry him for quite a few weeks until he had been strong enough to keep pace. She glanced at a corner of her room, watching her Samurott doze. The days of carrying Prima were over. Now, he carried her across rivers and streams and seemed glad to do it.
As she slid Prima's picture into the album, she spotted another stray photograph; this one was of her Sawk. Hero, as she had named him, had just finished training. He looked tired but had given her a slight smirk as she had snapped his picture. They say a Sawk never smiles, Miriam thought. Sawk is supposed to be so serious. But mine...
Hero was leaning against Prima, sound asleep. She owed the Sawk her life, as he had found her in the Pinwheel Forest, suffering from a Venipede bite. Hero had gotten her to safety and nursed her back to health, feeding her the Pecha berries that helped her fight off the poison. Miriam had no way of showing him how grateful she was; she could only ask him to join her. Without a second's hesitation, he did. He was a skilled battler and extremely tough but most of all, Hero was a true friend.
As she rifled through another small pile, she paused. With tears stinging her eyes, Miriam cradled the photo. It was of the back of a Golett, who was peering out of the window of the Nimbasa City Ferris wheel. "Guardian," she whispered. She turned and looked at her bed, the Golett's grey and black body a sharp contrast to her pale blue comforter. "Oh, Guardian. You always were an angel."
Guardian was different from the rest of Miriam's team. The Golett was oddly colored; not blue like the others she had seen in the Dragonspiral Tower. But that was only the half of it: the little Golett wasn't hers and had never seen the inside of a Poke ball, yet she could understand it perfectly. It traveled with her as a companion, its only mission to return the dragon that N had taken. When Miriam had met the little one, it had proudly declared that it, along with the Golurk that stayed within the Tower, were guardians. Thus, she had given it the name.
You were never mine, Miriam thought, but you stayed with me all the same. And when N tried to.... Miriam dropped the photo and buried her face in her hands.
That final battle still raged in her thoughts. The sight of Zekrom, powering up to deal a finishing blow to her Sawk, Miriam racing to block the hit only to be thrown aside by Guardian, who took the full brunt of the attack. All she had been able to do was scream as the Golett had been flung across the room, slamming into the castle's stone wall. When Guardian crumpled to the ground she had honestly thought....
"Miri? Are you crying again?"
The childlike voice that echoed in her head jarred her from her memories. She scrubbed the tears from her face, her eyes meeting the yellow-green eyes of the Golett. She tried to force a smile. "Please don't be sad." Guardian reached up and brushed the wetness from her cheeks.
"I'm fine, Guardian," Miriam replied as she slipped from the chair. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around her friend. "Everything's fine." She kissed the featureless little face. "Mom said dinner was nearly ready. Did you want to come down and visit?"
The Golett's eyes lit up. "Yeah! Your mom's super-nice to me. She's not scared of me at all!"
Miriam laughed. "I still can't believe that people are afraid of you," she chuckled. "For a Ghost type, you're not too threatening."
"I can be scary if I want to!" Guardian looked offended. "I just don't want to, that's all."
Again, Miriam laughed. "Whatever you say," she replied as she took her friend's hand. "Come on. Mom's waiting." Giggling, the two friends slipped out the door, the photo album laying still open on the desk.