Pokémon: What should I do? My father-in-law always wants to tear me apart

The Poké Ball trembled slightly in Guangmei's arms, and the light on the ball flickered rapidly, as if Gardevoir was struggling anxiously in that small space. Every leap of light was like its silent cry and urgent call, trying to break free from this confinement and return to Guangmei to fight the crisis together.

At this time, outside the ball, the world has already fallen into the Avici Hell.

Guangmei bit her lower lip tightly, and bright red blood flowed down the corners of her mouth, but she didn't feel the pain at all. She used up her last bit of strength to protect the Poké Ball firmly under her body, and used her weak but tough body to build a fragile but affectionate life barrier for Gardevoir.

The next moment, the overwhelming torrent of explosions engulfed her mercilessly like a prehistoric beast. Her figure was instantly submerged in flames and smoke and disappeared.

I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like a century, the mountains and forests were like an exhausted wounded soldier, returning to silence after suffering a heavy blow, but this silence was filled with grief and sadness.

The air was filled with a pungent burnt smell. Everywhere you looked, there was only the charred, cracked land that seemed cursed, and the lingering gunpowder smoke that seemed like a ghost, silently telling the story of the extremely tragic, doomsday-like past.

After a long time, the Poké Ball lying quietly in the ruins began to tremble slightly. At first it was just a slight tremor, and then it became more and more violent, as if a vigorous force was gathering inside.

Finally, as a soft light slowly bloomed, the Poké Ball slowly opened, and Gardevoir appeared.

It stood up in an instant like a gust of wind, completely ignoring the criss-crossing, bloody wounds on its body. The pain seemed to be non-existent, and its mind and eyes were filled with only one thought - to confirm Guangmei's safety.

It staggered but quickly moved and searched among the ruins, its eyes full of anxiety and fear.

However, fate, like the cruelest executioner, dealt it a fatal blow.

What it finally found was only Guangmei's body, which had been blown beyond recognition and was almost unrecognizable, with torn clothes, charred skin, and messy hair. The once lively and lively Guangmei now looked like a broken doll, lying miserably on the cold scorched earth.

Next to it were the bodies of several poachers who had also died in the explosion, their limbs twisted and their deaths horribly.

But there was only endless sadness in Gardevoir's eyes. Its world collapsed at this moment, and it let out a heart-wrenching wail as if its soul was torn apart, which echoed in the mountains and forests for a long time.

Gardevoir's consciousness fell into chaos, as if it was wrapped in thick fog, and it had no idea what happened after the explosion.

The only thing left in its mind was the terrifying moment when flames shot up into the sky. The image of Guangmei resolutely protecting the Poké Ball was deeply engraved like a branding iron, and the rest was blank.

When it finally regained a bit of clarity, it found itself collapsed in the charred and desolate ruins, its body broken and tattered. Its heart was filled with sorrow that instantly surged over like a flood that broke through a dam, completely drowning its fragile mind. The excessive sorrow was like a pair of ruthless giant hands, tightly grasping its soul.

The next moment, darkness swept over it and it fell into a coma, falling into an endless nightmare of death and silence.

When I opened my eyes again, reality was like a biting cold wind, cruelly blowing away that glimmer of hope.

The fact that Guangmei had passed away was like a towering mountain, weighing heavily on his heart. There was no way to avoid it, and he could only be forced to accept this heart-wrenching ending.

From then on, a lonely and distraught figure appeared in the mountains and forests, and that was Gardevoir.

It is like a walking corpse, wandering aimlessly alone on the familiar yet unfamiliar mountain trails, recalling every frame of the past when it walked hand in hand with Guangmei.

At this moment, they have all turned into terrifying ghosts, following it like a shadow, and stabbing into its heart when it is not prepared, becoming sharp blades that torture it repeatedly, and the pain goes deep into its bones and never stops.

It had no interest in eating. Delicious fruits were placed in front of it, and energy blocks that would have made it excited in the past were brought to its mouth, but it turned a blind eye and let hunger devour its body.

The Pokémon in the forest were worried and came forward to visit it with concern, but it was like a frightened bird, turning away with empty eyes, hiding alone in a remote clearing in the forest, becoming increasingly emaciated and haggard, with the life slowly draining from it.

On a bitterly cold night, Gardevoir, as usual, curled up in the corner of the wooden house where it and Mitsume had snuggled together and spent countless warm times together. Tears flowed uncontrollably, wetting the already worn-out blanket beneath it, leaving dark stains, as if the unspeakable sorrow in its heart was concrete.

In the haze, it seemed as if a pair of soft, warm, invisible hands slowly stroked its trembling body, dispelling the slightest chill.

Then, the familiar voice that haunted it rang in its ears. Guangmei seemed to have returned on the wind, whispering softly:

"To live well..."

The voice was gentle and firm, as if it crossed the boundary between life and death and reached the softest part of its heart.

"!!!"

Gardevoir suddenly woke up, like a drowning person suddenly surfacing, gasping for breath.

It opened its eyes wide in panic and looked around, eager to find the face it had been longing for.

However, the house was empty, with only the cold moonlight shining through the window lattice, illuminating the room, with no trace of beauty.

But those few words were like a ray of hot light, injected into its depressed heart like a shot of cardiac stimulant, dispelling the haze and rekindling the glimmer of light.

Its eyes gradually became focused, and it secretly swore in its heart that it would inherit Guangmei's unfinished will and become the unyielding guardian of this forest.

At first, whenever it encountered poachers, hatred was like a raging fire that instantly burned away its rationality, leaving only the obsession with revenge in its heart and eyes. It pounced forward like a mad beast, regardless of everything.

His moves were fierce but disorganized. He often fell into the enemy's trap due to impulse, was seriously injured many times, and his blood dyed the mountains and forests red.

Until it was on the verge of death and seriously injured, its consciousness was blurred, and in a trance it seemed to be in the warm embrace of Guangmei again, and the gentle words of advice rang in its ears again:

"Calm down, don't be reckless..."

The voice was like a clear spring, extinguishing the anger in its heart and suddenly clearing its chaotic mind.

After that, it gradually calmed down, learned how to conceal its breath, cleverly used the terrain of the mountains and forests to set ambushes, and responded with wisdom and strategy, no longer letting hatred blind its eyes.

Time flows silently and quietly like quicksand on fingertips. Gardevoir is constantly honed in tough battles, and its strength grows like bamboo shoots after spring rain.

The fame spread quickly like a flying bird, frightening poachers and making them dare not easily set foot in this forest.

In its spare time, it often stands alone on a huge rock on the top of the mountain, facing the howling mountain wind, gazing far into the distant sky, as if it wants to penetrate the clouds and find the other side where the light and beauty are.

I will live well and protect this forest, because this is our promise...

The wind blows by, seemingly bringing a gentle response of light and beauty, accompanied by flowers all over the mountains, year after year, never stopping.