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des·ti·ny
noun
/ˈdes.tɪ.ni/
the things that will happen in the future || the force that some people think controls what happens in the future, and is outside human control
Today would be just another ordinary day in your life – or so you thought.
The day – a Saturday – began for you like any other day as well. Woken by your alarm clock’s loud, obnoxious beeping (though that was exactly why it never failed to do its job), you jumped out of bed at 7am sharp. Straightaway, you slipped into the clothes you had already put out yesterday evening, like usual, and got ready for the day. When you left your family’s two-storey stone cottage shortly afterwards, you didn’t have the faintest idea of what kind of turn this day would soon take.
Just to get something straight, though, it wasn’t like you were complaining about your life. In fact, you were happy with your current lifestyle and situation, commuting between Hydrus Village and Hydra Town on a daily basis. You couldn’t be more content. Although, like pretty much every other teenager, you wished to leave your hometown to go on a Pokémon journey, but that could wait until after graduation.
The daily routine type of thing might seem rather boring to most others, and they surely would grow sick and tired of doing the same stuff every day after a while, but not you. You thought of that as the exact opposite of boring. There virtually wasn’t a single second you had nothing to do. You were always busy, and you had plenty of fun all the while. There was one thing in particular you would never grow tired of: helping out in your parents’ small clinic for Pokémon in Hydra Town on the larger neighbouring island.
More or less every day after school, and occasionally even on the weekends, you would go to the clinic and spend some hours there tending to the Pokémon patients and their owners, assisting your mom and dad and a few other doctors and nurses. Back in your hometown on the other, smaller island, you and your parents also made house calls if needed.
Your family’s small clinic was like one of those Pokémon Centers you’d find in major cities and towns all over the world – just without the healing station that magically healed the Pokémon still in their Poké Balls. At the clinic, the Pokémon were personally taken care of by a nurse and/or a doctor until they were in tip-top condition again and ready to return to their Trainer. Most of the time, that process only took up a couple of minutes, sometimes an hour or two (or maybe more), and rarely a few days, if not weeks, depending on the severity of the injury or illness.
Your job were the difficult cases where the Pokémon refused to undergo a medical check because of differing reasons. More often than not, they were too agitated, nervous, or timid and had to be calmed down and persuaded first. But sometimes, the nurse and/or doctor was at a loss for what the cause of the patient’s ailment was. Due to your special ability, only you could find out what was wrong with them.
This ability of yours was partly responsible for the fame your parents’ clinic had gained in a short period of time, ever since you had started working there in your free time. Everyone on the two islands knew of the superb services provided at the [Surname] Clinic for Pokémon, and from time to time, even people from the coastal towns and cities on the mainland took the trouble to come to Hydra Town just so they could pay the clinic a visit with their Pokémon.
However, no one knew that you were in any kind of way special, that you indeed were one of a kind in the truest sense of the word. Your neighbours, your teachers, your classmates, your co-workers – they all thought you were “merely” a talented nurse who was famous for her special sweetened herbal medicine, taking after her extraordinarily skilled parents and following in their footsteps. Nothing more and nothing less.
Every single one of them was unaware of that peculiar ability you possessed – just like you were oblivious to your destiny that would soon unfold and take its course.