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Emera Town is a gem of a town, with so many people who have gathered here to live peacefully. For me, it's the perfect place to settle down. I've never wanted to be anywhere else.
I've never been a Trainer, really. I have the skill that everyone has, but I've always lived in Emera Town, and I never went on that journey that most people do when they're eleven years old. Instead, I was volunteering at the Daycare Centre, helping take care of the Eggs that sprung up from Pokemon that people left behind when they went on journeys.
I did have my own Pokemon, of course, but they were companions. I never raised them to fight, but instead treated them as friends, as partners who I lived with. Eventually, everyone stopped encouraging me to try something new and accepted that I wanted to plant my roots here, where they'd always been.
But it was the Daycare that accidentally gave me the chance to become something else while living out my dream of staying here forever. The owner's daughter was sighing as she picked up an Egg.
"They didn't come after all. Poor little thing." She saw my confused face. "Nobody came by to pick up this Egg, so we have to release it to the wild. We contacted them, but they must be too far away."
I knew that the parent Pokemon would be staying in the Daycare - that was after all the whole reason their Trainer was paying us - but the idea of a little Pokemon hatching in the wild with no parent to guard them made me feel so sad. I stepped forward and held my arms out.
"Couldn't...couldn't I take it?"
She hesitated, and I could see her thinking it over.
"Alright. Just say that you found it out there, okay? We don't want anyone saying you stole an Egg."

I looked after that Egg all spring. I took time off from volunteering at the Daycare to ensure that the Egg was hatching alright, and Nee, my pretty little Cottonee, fussed over it as much as I did. I followed all the instruction I could get and waited nervously when the time came for it to hatch.
The shell broke on a sunny May afternoon, and I whipped around to watch a wide-eyed little face peek out of the hole it had made.
No wonder Nee had fussed over it so - it was a dear little Petilil, with vibrant green leaves.

We encouraged it gently to leave its shell, and it clung shyly to me, peeking around my shoulder at Nee.
"I think I'll call you Petit," I told it and heard it squeak softly.

Since then, I've been raising Pokemon from Eggs. Professor Rowan lets me have the Eggs happily, and my home has become a Pokemon haven. Some stay, and some leave when they meet the right person, but one thing is for sure: they'll always have a home with me.