“Then suddenly out of nowhere the opponent’s Milotic gracefully swanned in the air and landed its dragon tail with brute force upon the champions Blaziken.” May said as she told her daughter, Mariann about one of her many Pokemon battles when she was champion of the Hoenn region.
“What happened next? What happened next?” Mariann jumped up and down with much eagerness and keenness, dying to know what occurred to the Blaziken within the story. “Please, mom tell me!”
May chuckled in amusement, “Quite the eager one aren’t you today, Mariann?” The light-brown haired woman teased her daughter and Mariann grew somewhat annoyance by her remark. The older female quickly took notice of the child’s attitude. “Now, now Mariann remember what I told you? If you have anything mean to say keep it to yourself.”
“Yes, mother…” The six year old girl muttered with slight irritation. She puffed up her cheeks similar to a Jigglypuff and kept her anger to herself.
Thus, May continued onward with her tale. She told how the Blaziken amazingly survived the powerful assault and that with one compelling strike of its sky uppercut to its opponent Milotic collapsed and fainted. Once again the champion won the battle and victory was hers. Mariann cheered in glee and threw her arms up in the air, though her joy was short-lived.
“Mariann that’s often stories for now. You better be getting to bed, sweetie. It’s late and I don’t want you to be all tried tomorrow for barely getting enough sleep.” May leaned forward and kissed her child on the forehead.
The red-brown haired girl whined, “But I don’t want to go to bed,” she paused, “Mom tell me another story!” The youngster beamed with the idea.
“Dear, don’t you think one story’s enough?”
Mariann shook her head side to side. “No. Please Mom one more. Please!” The young girl pleaded.
The brunette woman deeply sighed. The sigh was resigned and weary. It designated the end of a deliberate effort and the beginning of passive decline. It was so quiet that it went unnoticed, it's sound and it's movement dissipated out into the vastness of the world and made no attempt at all. It was not the start of any butterfly effect. But in her life it was a pivotal turning point. It was the moment she gave in. “Alright, fine. What story would you like to hear?”
“The story of you meeting father!” A big bright smile crept upon the little girls lips.
May was taken aback, “Why not a different story?” “One that doesn’t involve my personal life.” She nervously looked at Mariann secretly hoping she’ll chose another story. But unluckily for her the girl didn’t see eye to eye with her mother.
“No, I want to hear how you and father meet!” Mariann argued. “You barely mention him, Mom. I’ll like to know more.” The little girl tightened her grip on the bed sheets. She was determined to win this argument, even though it was highly unlikely.
May grunted in discomfort to the idea, however, she surrendered and told her child the story. Though she made the narrative very little detailed and brief, not really revealing who her daughter’s father was, which left Mariann a little disappointed but at least it was something.
The mother then wished her daughter goodnight and quickly left the room. She turned off the lights before she went out and quietly shut the door behind her. May calmly walked down the small hallway to her room, however, on the inside she was frustrated with herself.
May dropped onto her bed and allowed her mind to wander. Her mind drifted to the thought of one certain person. The memory of rough hands, desirous sounds and the feeling of pleasure filled her subconscious. May felt guilt overpower her by merely the thought of the memory. A name of the person escaped her lips. “Maxie…” She mumbled under her breath. “Why did you leave…?”
The light-brown haired woman questioned her and the man’s decisions from the past. Confusion flowed through her head reflecting on how they could make such choices. But May shook off the thought and began to think of the future of her and her daughter if the truth were to be unveiled. Knowing Maxie, May was sure just by utter sight he could tell Mariann was his child. May wouldn’t allow the man to come near the child. Though he did somewhat change after the events with Groudon, May purely couldn’t really forgive the man for what he did. Nearly bringing Hoenn to an end was something that couldn’t be forgotten or forgiven so easily for. However she did gain a soft spot for the redhead when she saw him more as a person than foe. But them out of nowhere, he had to just up and leave along with his admins and grunts, leaving no trace behind. May did sort of understand his reasons, but it was still broke her heart.
May groaned in distress. She could still recall the last words he said to her. “I look forward to when my Pokemon team might face yours in battle, again. Until that day…” But when was that day going to happen. May greatly doubted that one day would ever come. A small glimmer of hope within her believed someday he’ll come back. Though May wouldn’t exactly be entirely happy if it did occur. He still had that vibe about him when May considered him a foe. Well, since the last time the woman saw him. But in her beliefs she thought best to keep Maxie a secret from Mariann and Mariann a secret from Maxie. Heck! Even if she wanted to tell the man she couldn’t because he was nowhere to be seen. Furthermore May felt that she wasn’t ready to disclose the truth and the same went for her six year old daughter too. Once the time comes to unveil the ugly truth, so be it.
May felt her eyes began to become heavy and her vision started to blur. She rolled over to the side of her queen sized bed and allowed herself to go into a deep slumber.