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My map must be old

Or I have gone astray

For now I behold

A hotel in decay

Though covered in mold

And other disarray

For once I am bold

Common sense I betray

Though truth now be told

I'm now far from okay

As events unfold

Twas a gang hideaway

Lady Lyn’s eyes adjusted to her place of captivity after the first half hour. What began as an exercise of exploration and conquering fears became lesson of trusting one’s instincts. At first she thought the people inside were lost as she was but they were sure to correct her. With a poisonous arbok bite to the leg.

Her leg still stung from the wound but thankfully the venom wasn’t deadly. Unfortunately for the young lady it made her even weaker than usual. It was a struggle to sit upright while being tied. Vaguely she understood her attackers were talking amongst each other.

“You shudda never done that. The Boss won’t like that. We ain’t that kinda gang man.” a male voice whispered.

“Shuttup. This is why I should’ve been a part of Team Flare. They don’t pussy around like you chumps. Maybe they’d even let me keep my skates. Check her for cash.” a different voice spat.

“I just don’t feel…” the previous said.

There was a loud slap then a thud. Lady Lyn bit her lip in fear. She didn’t care about her money. The demoiselle made sure to only keep 100,000 on her at all times. But what if they wanted more from her? Like her beloved Pokemon?

Its time to return

Coming home for a spell

Very soon I’ll learn

How faired city Snowbelle

No longer I yearn

Homesickness will now quell

Familiar burn

As temperature fell

When sudden concern

Fills this young demoiselle

From air can discern

There is something not well

It did the body good to return home from time to time. The constant cold sent a familiar shiver down her spine. It was as if the snow filled air was welcoming her back. Lady Lyn stuck out her tongue to catch a snowflake but it melted well before it reached her.

"How odd..." she thought. Perhaps it was slightly warmer than usual?

Lady Lyn couldn’t remember a warm day in Snowbelle City. Every day was a winter wonderland, thanks partly to the ice type gym in its center. Yet even before the gym was built her family wrote about the weekly blizzards in yellowed diaries. She had spent many hours reading the family history to know that much.

After a trip by private plane

Then local transportation

I find myself in new domain

Nearby my destination

Running due to the sudden rain

I feel some hesitation

So often from groups I remain

Only in observation

Inside this building does contain

The region's congregation

Where Pokemon fans entertain

With friendly conversation

Lady Lyn found herself entering the doors of Unova’s Pokemon Fan Club. Her father recently donated a large sum of money to their group and in response they held this meeting in his honor. Regrettably, her father couldn’t make it and Lady Lyn stood in his place. She was nervous and understandably so; she purposely avoided gatherings in fear of spreading her disease.

In terms of places Lady Lyn could be, a room filled with people and their Pokemon was not her ideal. Yet her face showed none of this as any noble worth their salt could feign confidence at will. A delicate smile graced her lips and she allowed one of the members to take her overcoat. In light of the occasion she wore one of her more ornate outfits, which appeared more modest from afar.

“Thank you for coming Lady Lyn Labelle! We’re so grateful for your family’s generosity!” The apparent leader said as he showed her to the head table.

In the chill of night’s embrace

Snowflakes begin their dance

They mimic a game of chase

Or a fleeting romance

Soon they fall with equal grace

The wind holds them no more

Each piece joins with the white lace

Of winter’s cold decor

Too many people crowd the street

In this jungle of concrete

Cheerful shopkeeps smile and greet

With false joy that's sickly sweet

Left, a cafe for the elite

Right, a cafe of defeat

It seems no city is complete

Without the need to compete

Yet here I am and not discrete

Looking for an open seat

Though father offered a plush suite

I prefer my own two feet

Lady Lyn closed her diary and sighed while leaning against a tree. She had sworn to herself that she would never set foot in Lumiose City yet… Father had always been so kind to her that she couldn’t refuse his wishes. Besides, there was a rather lovely art museum somewhere within this maze of alleyways and canals... But nowhere to sit. She was beginning to regret turning down her father’s offer of a room in Hotel Richissime.

She opened up the map of the city again after another unsuccessful attempt of hailing a taxi. Oh why did she doze off during cartography lessons? Lady Lyn looked around then took the nearest alleyway. Surely it would connect to the district she needed.

As she rounded yet another corner, the lost noblewoman heard a voice in the growing darkness. As she turned around she barely got a look at her assailant before fainting. She didn't even have a chance to activate the pokeball around her neck.