Silas did not believe her. So one night, while Maree slept, he crept into the cottage with an empty Luxury Ball, modified with a soft, humming lure—a synthetic scent of home.
One autumn, a man named Silas came to town. He was a collector—not of rare or powerful Pokémon, but of unique ones. He had a Slowbro with a spiral shell, a Magikarp that could jump twice as high as normal, a Pikachu with a heart-shaped tail. And he had heard the rumor of Ninacola. pokemonfit ninacola
He pressed the ball to her side.
Silas left Azalea Town that same night, his ears ringing with Maree’s quiet words: “You cannot catch a feeling, boy.” Silas did not believe her