Day 0 - Arrival Mar 29, 2020 20:47:38 GMT
Post by Elliot Sunderland on Mar 29, 2020 20:47:38 GMT
How long had he been running for? Frankly, Elliot couldn't remember. He couldn't even remember why he was running in the first place. He had told his family that he'd just be out with friends, maybe for a week or two. His mother was too busy to question it. Isaac was just happy to hear that Elliot had been making some. With how withdrawn Elliot had been over the last year, it was a relief. With such a perfect excuse, what would Elliot have to fear? And yet, as soon as he was at the Ash City limits, he started running.
Maybe he was just ashamed of what he'd said.
Elliot had fled through the Weeping Forest, through the surrounding routes, all without ever looking back. His nights tended to be sleepless camp-outs. His days were spent slowly creeping along, keeping the shadier parts of the route to avoid being ambushed by wild Pokemon. He had a few close calls, a few scares. Heck, he spent his first night on the road clutching his phone to his chest, wondering if he should just text an apology to his brother and come running back home. Yet, if they knew what had happened, how could he ever forgive himself? He had set himself on this path, and he needed to commit to it.
When Elliot finally arrived in Birch City, it was with a shaky heart and a firm resolve in his eyes. He practically flopped against the opening gate, releasing a breath he that had held for nearly three days now. He closed his eyes, muttering a few reassurances to himself. This was going to be okay. He'd finally have his chance to prove himself. He could do this. He knew it! He breathed in deeply, breathed out softly, and let his eyes slowly lift open. If he was going to face these first steps, he wanted to do so with a clear conscience.
Of course, Elliot wasn't the only one taking his first steps here in the Arciel Region. In fact, another fated arrival was scheduled for any second now . . .