sinnohelitefourlore

[sinnohelitefourlore]

i just saw an old Tumblr meme about "What happened to Grimsley between Gen V and Gen VII". And, I don't think you will, but I do hope we get enough context to know what made him move to Alola.

This is a good question that will be answered when I write Shauntal’s full story. Because The League Chronicles stops right before the events of BW, it sort of continues from Shauntal’s.

I will say this. The person that’s the most upset about him leaving is actually Caitlin. And if you’ve read TLC, you know that’s a big deal lol

[sinnohelitefourlore]

Agatha Bychkov is dead. No sentence could make the world go silent other than that one. People had to sit with that for a minute. Really take it in. Some more than others, especially considering the climate that had ruptured after decades and decades of tension. Or maybe everyone need to realize what exactly their ideals were, what they were fighting for, was there even any semblance of honor anymore? Patriotism? How long would people have to punish each other for something that happened over seventy years ago? How many people would have to die for the sake of beliefs of what other people thought would make a better world? War torn cities, towns, and regions that were broken almost beyond repair, or was there something they could come together and fix? Was the death of one woman, dubbed as a legend in league circles, the woman who arguably started this chain reaction of remarkable league members trainers had grown to love and idolize, something that was bipartisan? Or was it that there had been too many deaths, too many casualties, too many traumatized civilians and trainers alike that made people come to the conclusion that war wasn't something that they wanted? That if regions officially declared war, that it was quite possible that it would be the end of the world as they knew it? It was definitely impeccable timing. Both things could be true, some would say. It was probably the most accurate. It was arguable that the five regions bursting with gunpowder would only enforce the idea of going to war, but the question was as to why. Why fight, for what cause? And the death of a legendary figure in the trainer community, well, it circled back to what made their institutions so powerful. The one that started it all. With the aftermath of every region fighting with one another, they were already vulnerable and afraid and scarred from the chaos that brewed. Agatha Bychkov's death added some fresh salt to the wounds. Every league member was affected by this. Every gym leader. Every elite. Every champion. This wasn't going to go away.

~Sneak Peak of The League Chronicles, Chapter 68- The Aftermath I

-

Link: Ao3

[sinnohelitefourlore]

Summary:

Lucian invited himself in the dorm, along with two other instructors. He was taking in the entire dorm room, which was proper until about thirty seconds ago. "You realize that your Hollow exam is next week. I will not be the one to facilitate it. I will, however, be looking at the notes your instructors give and see if you're deemed fit for the exams suited for the Seventeens and Eighteens."

"Achoo."

The hair stood up on all the girls' backs. Lucian furrowed his brows. "Did that pillow just sneeze?"

Or:

Lai Chen, a sixteen-year-old psychic cadet in training at the Canalave Psychic Conservatory, had snuck out to the Trophy Garden to bring a baby Mime Jr to her dorm shared by six other female students in Unit 80, which was forbidden. Surely nothing could go wrong.

-

Takes place in The League Chronicles Universe. Right before Team Galactic.

[sinnohelitefourlore]

"The art of war teaches us not to rely on the likelihood of the enemy not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him."

– Sun Tzu

In Unova, they were prepared.

"Where is Iris?" the mob chanted. They said they would stop as long as they handed her over. Alder found that difficult to believe. He heard that some trainers were at the league castle looking to find Caitlin. His elites - including his protege, Marshal - were trying to calm her down and stop her from doing anything rash. But Alder thought the trainers wouldn't stop until they saw blood. A league member's blood, the highest of quality. The most valuable to the mob. Alder was wrong. They wouldn't stop until a league member was dead in the water. "She isn't here," Drayden spat, right before ordering his Druddigon to use flamethrower on a few trainers looking to disarm Alder and Drayden. In all Alder's years of being a champion, he had never heard Drayden sound so protective, so venomous. The look in his eyes was that of a father's. "You aren't getting your hands on her." "Are you willing to die for that little brat?" one of them scorned. Alder looked over at the dragon-type specialist. He looked years older than he was. But his tone was confident, so confident, that it frightened Alder as Drayden said: "Yes."

The rioting trainers were coming. Chili, Cress, and Cilan Roncone were ready. They had preparations. It all blew up faster than microwaved popcorn.

The buildings remained untouched, but lives were lost. She was still identifying her people that didn't make it, moving through the flooded streets. Bodies were scattered, some face down in the murky puddles, others slumped up against the buildings perfectly in place. Her home. Her people. Oh Elesa, Skyla thought. I am in hell.

But Elesa wondered what this would mean for her fellow Unovians. She wondered if this would lead to groups coming up calling for the abolition of trainers and their Pokemon. After what was going on between all five regions, it seemed certainly possible. Drayden had his suspicions, but Elesa was one of the few that would outright say it. At this rate, Unova was more likely than ever to have a crime organization pop up, after what happened with Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh, and in such short amount of time too.

"Leader Clay!" one of his miners shouted, "Over here! Look!" It happened after dozens of trainers were dead. Some of Unova's ACEs, too. It was after the troublemaking trainers that had lived were smart enough to run. It happened after so much blood had been shed that had been imprinted in Clay's mind. More than once he thought of that Pidove. More than once he thought of the boy, Jeremy, one of his miners that he still loved like a son that had almost died in the mines. After so much had happened, it was only the beginning. Because what Clay saw next after following one of the miners, he first thought he was hallucinating.

The trainers realized that the elite four - well, elite three - were here. Some were smart to flee. Others stayed to question them about a noticeably absent person. "Where is she? Where is Caitlin?" Grimsley came to a conclusion. He figured that it wasn't just because she was a young and scared little girl that Grimsley would fight the trainers from taking Caitlin, that he would fight hard like he did against his own inner demons of addiction. If Grimsley didn't fight hard which would result in Caitlin dying, then Lucian was going to be a total bitch about it.

For now, Brycen had locked himself in his house. Cigarette between his fingers. Phone unplugged. The television was on. Unable to tear his eyes away from the screen. An R-rated film due to it's violent nature. Brycen had starred in it, an anti-war film that was almost banned in regions outside of Unova. People didn't want to be reminded of their own history, but banning it altogether would've only reinforced that and during those years it was the start of caring about a region's image. Clearly now it didn't matter anymore.

Burgh Fletcher was prepared for the phone call he would receive after Sinnoh had gone up in flames. His boyfriend was next to him, as he was, after dealing with the hellraisers at the Unova league. He had fought the trainers from taking Caitlin, the main source of anger that Sinnohnian trainers had. Caitlin was fine. Grimsley had ended up with a bruised arm. None of those trainers stood a chance against the spider web traps that Burgh had concocted in his gym, something he had installed right before Iris decided to shock the nations. Burgh ushered Grimsley away, he didn't need him chiming in with 'I told you so' remarks, but something told Burgh that Grimsley didn't have it in him anymore. Still, he wanted to keep Grimsley away, just in case based on who this caller was. It was going to be a long, long night. Burgh answered the call. "Hello?" It was Aaron Needleman.

Things were fine. So why was Lenora so antsy? In all of Lenora's life, she had never experienced this feeling before. Not even when she had stopped the burglary in the museum. When she and Hawes returned to their home that made it out unscathed, her heart was pounding so fast she could hear it in her ears and her hands were sweaty. The walls were closing in and the room tilted and Arceus was this what a heart attack felt like? No matter how hard she tried to breathe, the air wouldn't come. She unbuttoned the top part of her shit thinking it would help. It didn't.

Oh she fucked up. Suicide rates spiked. Lines were overflowing with callers. A mental health crisis. Shit hit the fan. Everything was just awful all around, and it was all her fault.

- Link: Ao3

[sinnohelitefourlore]

So, I'm almost done posting The League Chronicles, which as most of you know is my league story about gens 1-5 and how they got their positions. Since it stops right before the Black and White plot, I decided that I am going to write another story that will explore that in depth. And in that way, I'm writing Shauntal's full story - except its her autobiography. We get to see the world through a writer's eyes. The polarization, the tension, everything you see happen in TLC. It is unfiltered - you really get to see how she feels, how she thinks, about everything.

I thought she was the best choice to have her own story in Unova. She is, after all, a writer - and of course she would write about something like this. It's a book within a book, so to speak. In TLC, she is definitely one of the most liked league members, both in verse and from my readers, and I'm sure people are curious about her thoughts.

Plus, you get to see Shauntal's chapter as a kind of extension on how she got her job as an elite four member. Title: I am Shauntal - Rise of a Novelist and an Elite Four Member.

Summary:

"I believe that there's a story behind every person and Pokémon out there, and I love to imagine what those stories might be."

It's one thing to write tragedy for a living. It's another thing to live through a tragedy. I had assumed that due to my autism I would have an awful life due to the stigma around it, along with the ability to speak with the dead, as well as having parents that weren't able to care for me which left me in the custody of my grandmother. I knew I inherited being a ghost whisperer from my mother, and my grandmother. But writing and Pokemon battling? That's a mystery, even to me.

Your story is yours and yours alone. This is mine. A best-selling author, ghost whisperer, and a member of Unova's elite four.

I am Shauntal.

-

So yeah. If you're interested in reading about Shauntal, make sure you check on my ao3, Sammieflute, and I highly recommend you read The League Chronicles to get a better understanding of the story.

Stay on the lookout, because this story will be coming soon!

[sinnohelitefourlore]

What isn't harmless, however, are the parties Liza goes to. Tate is sometimes there as well. They bury themselves in these parties when they aren't battling or honing their powers or designing fashion, having a drink or two that's probably more than they can handle, maybe a joint if they feel like it. They once snorted their own adderall to see what it would feel like and decided not to do that ever again. Once in a while Liza and Tate will be in their room with the door locked to inhale a computer duster. It's trendy and it's cool in their eyes, and they don't care about the danger. They don't care that they don't move for three to four minutes. What they care about is the sense of euphoria. They like the competition of it, too. It's called a "dust-off," and Liza and Tate egg each other on to see who can last with dusting without falling over.

Title: Adolescence

Chapter: 3/5

Summary:

Lucian and Sabrina had pushed for Liza and Tate to be duo gym leaders, and what better way to repay them than to exceed their expectations?

The two older esteemed psychics failed to mention the recognition and fame that would come out of this.

Or:

Liza and Tate in a post weather crisis Hoenn

Characters: Liza & Tate, Steven Stone, Lisia, Chaz, Lucian, and Sabrina.

- Link: Archive of Our Own

[sinnohelitefourlore]

"If you desire revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy and one for yourself. For vengeance is not justice—it is a poison that consumes, a fire that will never stop burning until it has taken everything, including the one who kindled it."

– Confucius

In Sinnoh, they were vengeful.

It's worse. It's way worse than they could've ever imagined. The Sinnohnians had no plan, no goal, just pure rage and fury as they hit the streets with the scars that would never heal. Some were taking advantage of the chaos, looting stores and breaking glass. Trainers that happened to be from outside Sinnoh were going to be hit back, hard. Any trainer that wasn't a Sinnohnian became a target. A Nugget Bridger? You die. Unovian? You die. Oh, you're a Hoennian just on vacation? You die. But they didn't just target those without Sinnohnian blood. Because the Sinnoh league members were far from safe. The league took away their underground that made them the feral beasts they were, the beautiful patriotic warriors that they had created. They made Caitlin so powerful, and shipped her off to Unova. A terrible mistake. Sinnohnians got the message that the Sinnoh league didn't care about the LNS, about being the best, what the hell was left for them? They had nothing left. And the league didn't care. "Authorities have uncovered at least one improvised explosive device within the perimeter of the Sinnoh League Castle grounds."

Everything his students learned, everything they knew, was in that building ever since they were toddlers. The building that housed them, kept them safe, where they learned everything she could about being a psychic and how to utilize that with their Pokemon. Lucian had later learned that the fire was stubborn to start, but once it did, nothing was left of that school of terrors but smoke and cinders. It was the first building to burn in the Sinnoh region, but it wouldn't be the last.

In reality, Flint should've known something was up when someone had tried to shoot at him from a distance, but missed. For what reason, who knew. It could've been revenge for someone that knew Siger, who connected the dots on what happened in the Old Chateau. Maybe it was because of that time he punched a cameramen, there had been many of those... or maybe it was because he was always so vocal, so patriotic. A fiery trailblazer in Sinnoh. Honestly? It was only a matter of time until someone tried to assassinate him.

He sharply inhaled through his nose. Blood went up it. It smelled like war. He could smell him. He could smell him. Aaron Needleman broke entirely.

The attack on Celestic Town was personal. Cynthia would remind them of that. It was the last thought Cynthia would grant for them to have until Spiritomb had their way with those trainers. It would involve people screaming her name like a prayer or a curse. Maybe both. She just had to keep going. If she stopped, she would hear them, and maybe have an ounce of sympathy to spare their lives that they didn't do with her family. She moved like the storm she was. Like she was when taking on other regions' leagues. Like she was when becoming Sinnoh's champion. Like she was during Galactic. Like she was in the Distortion World when she saw Giratina's true form. Cynthia always told people she was a trainer just like them. A way to cultivate herself as humble, but really, who was she kidding?

Was it worth it? Agatha's voice in Bertha's head said. No, it was not. It was a bloodbath, and boy did all of them bathe in it after tonight. No one understood what they were fighting for, there wasn't even patriotism anymore, or any semblance to honor for their regions, it was just bloodshed. Loads of bloodshed that would never go away.

-

Link: Ao3

[sinnohelitefourlore]

"The greatest fear of all is not death itself but the fear of being utterly helpless in the face of overwhelming power. War forces men to become something they are not, or lose everything they have. The idea that one can simply avoid battle is a luxury for those who do not face the brutal reality of survival. To be in battle is to face this primal fear, and to do so is the highest test of man's nature."

– Thucydides In Hoenn, they were fearful.

This is really bad, Tate Arwin communicated telepathically to his twin, in midst of the quietness of Mossdeep City. The city was still, and the clock was ticking, and it was only a matter of time until Hoenn would join the other regions of exploding into chaos. Hoennians fearfully retreated into their homes after hearing what was going on all over the world after the release of Iris's statement on a late night show. Liza looked away from her brother. We shall endure, was her reply, the same reply she had given in Striaton's restaurant.

"You are here because of your grandfather, yes, but you can do something in spite of that. The Hoenn league has faith in you, if we didn't we would have put one of your grandfather's gym trainers there instead. Please, Flannery. Don't quit. You can't lose your composure over this. You're good, but you can be great." For the first time since she became a gym leader, Flannery Moore truly realized what it meant to be a league member, what it meant to be considered great. To defend her homeland and community with everything she had and more. That's when another thing hit her. If she did happen to die for it, then so be it. Not everyone was assured a long life like Barty Pollack, but she could give herself a significant death - that she did more than what a gym leader was expected for someone who had grown up in peaceful times.

Brawly spotted a Kirlia in the distance. His ears were ringing. And Brawly did what no other league member would do when the gunpowder bursted in all five regions.

What emerged from Wattson's apartment was so ghastly it was beyond naming, but afterwards his apartment gave no indication that trainers were even there.

Juan saw the Electrode hidden behind the Sootopolis gym. It had a look in its eyes, its sight set on Wallace, who didn't seem to notice the electric-type Pokemon. Juan did, though. Electrode were fast. Juan knew that from working with Wattson over the years, and it was arguably one of the fastest Pokemon in the world. Juan also knew what it looked like when an Electrode was going to surge forward and attack. Juan made eye contact with the Electrode and he knew what was about to happen and all Juan could see was the little boy he vowed to protect after his father abandoned him. Electrode closed its eyes as sparks radiated from its body... Juan ran, faster than he moved in decades, and jumped in front of Wallace.

"Leader Roxanne, can you hear us?" Roxanne nodded. It hurt to do so. Arceus, everything hurt. The world around Roxanne Boudrot was on fire, and no one was answering her question.

"Extreme speed," May ordered the Dragonite she still hadn't explained that she had somehow acquired. In a flash, Dragonite shot forward, dispatching a pair consisting of a Darmanitan and a Dodrio that were several feet away from hitting Drake and Norman. May eyed the two trainers who had launched that attack. "Dragon pulse." When they were in Johto, right before Norman became a gym leader, May was playing with dolls.

~Sneak Peak of the League Chronicles, Chapter 65- Hoenn - Link: Ao3

[sinnohelitefourlore]

"Men are more easily led into battle by the appeal to patriotism than by the reality of what war actually is. They are convinced they are fighting for freedom, for their country, for honor, but in the end, they are only killing to feed a fire of hatred disguised as loyalty. True patriotism demands peace, not war."

– Ernest Hemingway

In Johto, they were hateful.

If Will Callavon and Karen Dillard ever wondered if there would be any mayhem that was anything like the aftermath of the pair declared their love to the nations, they got their answer today – a hundred times over. It's more terrible than any of them could ever hope to know. They were planning their wedding, making decisions to finally tie the knot after Will proposed six months ago with a flustered face worried that she'd say no after all they've been through. They were bickering about what flowers to pick when they got the call.

He saw something else, too. Felt it, as well. The ground that was already weakened by the tremors began to crack slowly but surely, and the Dragon's Den roared in defiance. Lance knew what was about to happen before it did. "Get off the floor!" he screamed.

The civilians knew what would happen, so they hid in their homes. They barricaded their doors. Sprout Tower would be guarded heavily. The children in Violet's trainer school were well-versed in air drills like Falkner asked the headmaster to instate once he became a gym leader. Medics were on standby. The Pokemon Center expanded. Even the mayor was in on it, a trainer at heart that had gotten at least six badges before getting into politics, used every bit of his status to prepare his constituents. Falkner had taken a few lessons from Janine's dabbling in politics promising that if the mayor helped him then Falkner would do everything to help him get reelected. It was a masterstroke. Iris Orochi spoke on Varshney Unplugged, and the plans went to hell within minutes.

Whitney would know that voice anywhere. She couldn't see him, but she knew who this was. The other trainers didn't however. Sure enough, the smoke cleared and she came face-to-face with the Ecruteak City gym leader. "It seems like things are settling down in Goldenrod." He was barely moving his lips when he spoke. And then Morty Mornell said, "Get down." Whitney dropped to the ground while Gengar's shot a shadow ball in the direction of the trainer that had snuck up behind her. 

"You shouldn't have come to Olivine," Jasmine mumbled under her breath. If she was secretly relieved in her eyes that he wanted to protect her, she didn't show it. "Cianwood needs you-" "Cianwood is fine," Chuck managed to grumble out. "Shh, don't talk," Jasmine hushed.

-Sneak peaks of the League Chronicles, Chapter 64- "Johto"

Link: Archive of Our Own

[sinnohelitefourlore]

“The downfall of civilized states tends to come not from the direct assaults of foes, but from internal decay combined with the consequences of exhaustion in war.”

— B. H. Liddell Hart

In Kanto, they were tired.

The moment Agatha went from one world to another, Four Island was under siege. Unsurprisingly the Sinnohnians were there. Looking to take revenge against her hometown, for all Lorelei had done, what she had said over the years. And deep down, Lorelei knew she deserved it, she had nothing else to lose after Agatha's death, but they didn't know that.

Multiple Deaths Have Been Confirmed… Under the pillow. Brock found the phone under the pillow. He scrummaged through his phone with a trembling hand, trying to find the message he had gotten hours before. The voicemail that was left on his mobile. Try as he might to stop the tremors, he couldn't help himself. He could comfort himself with the thought that no one was here to see it.

When Misty saw the state of it, she couldn't conceal her gasp. She was wrong. It was so much worse.

That's when Sabrina saw it, and her eyes went wide. The Staraptor clutched a small looking box tightly in its talons. It wasn't an ordinary box. Sabrina shouted as loud as she could, "Everyone, get away!"

Janine shook her head. Focus. What did she see? What did she hear? Flames. Smoke. Crying. ACE trainers holding off the unruly. Not the top priority right now. Her ears were ringing. She scanned the city. An Alakazam stepped in front of her to face a trainer that tried to catch her off-guard. It was Blue's Alakazam, if she remembered correctly. The trainer was shot up in the air and was slammed back down. He was surrounded by psychic-type energy and began to scream in terror when he saw a bone stick out of his arm. Horrified screaming filled the area. A mildly insane bark of laughter. Definitely Blue.

-Sneak peaks of the League Chronicles, Chapter 63- "Kanto"

-

Link: Archive of Our Own

[sinnohelitefourlore]

When Liza and Tate turn fourteen, with their parents still together and not having the sense to realize it would be best if they separated, Lisia and Chaz throw them a big party. It's not like the parties the Hoenn league has whenever the twins are there. They try to limit their drinking whenever they're around, but coordinators don't bother filtering themselves. May, Wally, and Brendan turn down the invitation, and make it clear it has nothing to do with the twins themselves. It's because of Lisia and Chaz. The big bash is at Lisia's house to celebrate. Here Liza and Tate are introduced to coordinators drinking like it's the end of the world and them snorting a powder that Liza and Tate couldn't name. Tate doesn't know half the people Chaz and Lisia invited, but Liza does. Something that's useful when the coordinators want to talk to Tate and Liza fills him in on who they are. Tate doesn't really get why Liza's so enthralled by them all. She explains it's because they're older and prettier and have connections. They're important people, according to his sister, and while Tate agrees, he doesn't get why such important people did things that weren't necessarily great choices.

Title: Adolescence

Chapter: 2/5

Summary:

Lucian and Sabrina had pushed for Liza and Tate to be duo gym leaders, and what better way to repay them than to exceed their expectations?

The two older esteemed psychics failed to mention the recognition and fame that would come out of this.

Or:

Liza and Tate in a post weather crisis Hoenn

Characters: Liza & Tate, Steven Stone, Lisia, Chaz, Lucian, and Sabrina.

[sinnohelitefourlore]

The audience was silent. Then they started to clap. It's genuine applause, not by flashing signs telling them to do so. It was real. "That was very moving, and honor them you will," said Terry. Iris let out a shy smile, but there was that glint in her eyes. "So, Iris, tell me. How do you feel about becoming a gym leader in a region that's leading in the LNS?" Iris's eyes shimmered even more, and Terry suddenly had a bad, bad feeling. "It's interesting, to say the least," chuckled Iris. Terry almost didn't want to ask. "How so?" "I've done a bit of reading about why the system was made," Iris started off. "It was a system created by Martello Wright, the current Indigo league champion at the time. Who lost all the elites in his region due to Sinnoh's champion, Ivan Cannibal, successfully assassinating them, and started a full fledged war between the nations. We all know this." Terry blinked. Well, Drayden did mention that the girl was incredibly bright, why else would she get this gym leader position? "Yes. We do," Terry remarked. The audience appeared to be at a loss by this, as well. "You seem well-versed in this. Care to explain as to why?" Iris Orochi smiled once more, right before the interview went to hell.

~Sneak peak of The League Chronicles, Chapter 62- Iris - Link: Ao3

[sinnohelitefourlore]

They called them the Striaton triplets. Triple threats, as some would say. Their restaurant was owned by their parents in name, but everyone knew that the triplets were the ones that called the shots. How food was prepared, how to serve, with a pleasant smile. The place had become an entertainment capital, where the brothers would battle each other for the amusement of their patrons, which did not go unnoticed by the Unova league. Alder had been very, very interested in the trio. Cilan was going to try and become a gym leader, while his brothers ran the restaurant. But then Chilli bitched and moaned that it wasn't fair, that why should Cilan get all the fun? Well, according to Cilan, he thought maybe Chilli should work on training with his Pokemon with the time he spent complaining. Cress would turn his nose up at the brothers arguing, and by arguing they meant Chilli ranting at Cilan. Really, Cress could be a pompous ass sometimes. He had a habit of arguing, as well. He had no room to talk. But there was one thing the three of them could agree on. Cilan and his brothers hated the potential idea of a war. Despite the LNS putting Unova in the lead for the very first time, neither of them were happy about it. Neither of the three wanted the competitiveness from the system, battling was simply an entertainment form ever since the three brothers had gotten a Pansear, Pansage, and Panpour each.

~Sneak peak of The League Chronicles, Chapter 61- Cilan, Chili, and Cress

-

Link: Ao3

[sinnohelitefourlore]

which starters did red and blue pick in the league chronicles universe? or is pokemon yellow the closest to canon?

I would say Pokemon Yellow would be the closest. Red has a Pikachu, and Blue has an Eevee.

[sinnohelitefourlore]

The League Chronicles has reached 500 kudos!

Words cannot describe how thankful I am that people took the time to read this story I poured my heart and soul into. To think that I thought this was a story people really wouldn’t be into, as the league members from gen1-5 are mostly forgotten. I was wrong.

Thank you 💙

[sinnohelitefourlore]

Title: Adolescence

Summary: Lucian and Sabrina had pushed for Liza and Tate to be duo gym leaders, and what better way to repay them than to exceed their expectations?

The two older esteemed psychics failed to mention the recognition and fame that would come out of this.

Or:

Liza and Tate in a post weather crisis Hoenn.

-

Link: Archive of Our Own

[sinnohelitefourlore]

"Why wasn't this girl brought to my attention sooner?" "The girl was wild. Out of control. Completely mad. Think Donna Kentwell, but a hundred times over." Caitlin curled up on the chair outside a room that the veteran instructors of the Canalave Psychic Conservatory were in to speak with Lucian. Caitlin was kicked out of the CPC years ago due to being unable to control. After Lucian plucked her from the Battle Castle, he took her back, forced to wait in this awful chair. They continued speaking of her. "...And you'd think you would contact me for help, like you did when Donna was giving you all a hard time. We have never, ever thrown a psychic child out of this institution, no matter how uncontrollable you think they are. And if you do consider that, then I would like to be notified." "She nearly killed a student with her powers. A boy that was much older than her, and far more advanced than her. There was nothing else we could do." "Hm, did she? And what did he do to offend her?" "Lucian. She nearly killed a student." "I see. Such strength, such power. Remarkable, really." "My god, Lucian. She. Nearly. Killed. A. Student."

~Sneak Peak of The League Chronicles, Chapter 60- Caitlin

-

Link: Ao3