Life's twists and turns
((Miel finds being captured by a trainer isn't such a bad thing in the end))
Life had been a strange occurrence in their little tribe of Ursaring and Teddiursa for a few years now. Ever since he had changed and disrupted things. Had caused chaos, and fear amongst all of them but most of all, inside of one of the youngest members of their little family unit. One who was too young to understand, but old enough to fear the difference, and so as a result he had been turned away, shunned...and life had mostly resettled into a peaceful way again. Though once in awhile there was talk about him...about how he'd gone from looking like them, to like one of the humans that came every so often with other pokemon to battle and catch.
Much like the strange human woman that was there now. She had a couple of pokemon, not a one he recognized, and they were chasing him, and he was attempting to flee, and failing. The rest of the family had scattered much to his utter fear...and before long he found himself worn out and unable to fight anymore. Saw a red and white thing coming at him, and bouncing off his forehead which made him whine at the sudden pain and then... nothing.
How much time passed he didn't know, but when he next knew his surroundings it was somewhere he'd never been. It didn't look like outside at all, there were strange smells in the air that made his stomach rumble, he had foods given to him that while new were yummy and he sat there eating while the woman worked around him, making more sweet things fill the air.
"Ah Miel my little bear. Vee are going to 'ave such a vonderful time together I just know it." her words were accented and he had a hard time understanding at first, and who or what was a Miel? Though every time she said the name, she touched his head and before long he realized something he was Miel now.
The woman had a husband, and while she spoke with a French accent, he spoke with a Russian one, and was a big boisterous man and Miel warmed to them right away. He was a small bear, and so he was given free reign to wander as he wanted and the people that came and went from the small bakery they ran seemed to like him being there.
Miel was happy with his new name, and his new life. With his new trainers. He started to learn to help in the kitchen, bringing flour, or bowls or any number of things, helping to carry the finished product to the cases so they could be displayed. The smells of the place smelled of warmth, and security and love. All things that had been in different quantities, and properties while still a wild pokemon. Now though, it was a definable thing in his life and he enjoyed it.
Then, the man got sick, and instead of laughing and telling jokes he was laying in bed and coughing. Instead of being big and boisterous he was weak and frail. The bakery closed, because the woman would not leave his side during the illness. Then one day, the man did not open his eyes anymore and they attended a thing with people all in black, and lots of crying.
Miel didn't understand at that moment why he was laying in a shiny box to sleep, and even less why he was being put into a hole in the ground. At least not at first. Then he realized that the man was dead, and Miel cling to his trainers leg and cried his sorrow for her, and for the man they'd lost.
It took some time...but the bakery reopened, and though his trainer was quieter than she'd been now that her husband was gone, she threw herself into baking, into new recipes and before long laughter started to fill the shop again, and a spark returned to her eyes. Miel was fascinated, and wanted to learn all he could, though he was but a little bear.
This bakery was his trainers life, and it was slowly becoming his obsession.
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Jirachi's Wish
A guild to go along with the BC shop
