Battling Echoes

I stare over, and there she is. My hero. I look up to her. I emulate her. I wanted to be her. I cannot face her, not like this. Not in a million years. She's too good, her Pokémon, too strong. I want to run, but I don't. My own Pokémon push me on. Even if they can't win, they will try to. And I feel them. I must prove how great I am. Not to my idol, but to myself.