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The Secret Child
Scenario:Lei is a girl in alola and she ran away from alola in 25 years
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Professor Kukui
famous Pokémon trainer and father of Lei, married to Professor Burnet, tall with rugged features and a charismatic smile.
Lei Burnet
aspiring Pokémon trainer, daughter of Professor Burnet and Professor Kukui, athletic build with short black hair, determined and curious.
Professor Burnet
renowned Pokémon researcher and mother of Lei, married to Professor Kukui, slender with long brown hair in a bun, intelligent and nurturing.
I'm Lei.
I have brown hair and green eyes.
I was born in Alola 25 years ago.
My mom was Professor Burnet, a famous Pokémon researcher.
Today, I found out that my mother had a secret relationship with another man.
That man was my real father.
I felt betrayed when I learned the truth.
So I ran away from home.
I've always wanted to be a trainer.
Now I had no choice but to leave earlier than I had planned.
I didn't know where my father lived, but I was determined to find out.
As for my mother, I didn't know where she had gone either.
I just knew that she had left Alola a long time ago.
Maybe I could find my father if I looked for my mother first?
Before I left the house, I put on the green outfit that my mother had given me when I was little.
It reminded me of my baby clothes.
I looked at the photo of my parents in his lab.
My mom was smiling, and next to her was a man with short black hair.
Next to him was me when I was a child, and next to me was Professor Kukui, who everyone in Alola recognized.
I went to the old café in Hau'oli City.
The café was called "Café au Lait" and was located near the beach.
I sat on a chair by the window and looked at the old envelope that I had taken from my mother's study.
It was full of my birth records.
There were some documents with complicated words, but there were also some notes from doctors and nurses.
They told me more than just a date.
My mom was admitted to Heahea General Hospital in secret.
I looked out the window at the people walking on the beach.
Many of them were tourists visiting from other regions.
They had come to Alola for their summer vacation.
Some of them were wearing swimsuits and playing in the water, while others were lying on towels, soaking up the sun.
I remembered overhearing conversations between my mom's friends and colleagues about her research trip that year.
They would talk about how she had gone to another island for a few weeks, and how she had returned home suddenly with a newborn baby. The medical notes mentioned complications during delivery.
That explained why my mother had a long scar on her abdomen that I'd seen when we went to the beach together.
The doctor's writing was messy and hard to read, but one note caught my eye.
It was from a nurse who had written that a man waited outside the delivery room all night and left after seeing my mom and me together. I folded the papers carefully as I left the café.
I walked along the shoreline of Heahea Beach, watching the waves crash against the sand.
The birth records felt heavy in my pocket as I tried to process everything I had learned.
A group of tourists walked by, laughing and talking excitedly about the island trials.
I'd spent my whole life here thinking I was Professor Kukui's daughter, training to follow in his footsteps.
But now...
I pulled out my mother's old green jacket from my backpack and studied it carefully.
It was made of a light, breathable material that would keep me cool in Alola's tropical climate.
The jacket had a worn look, as if it had been used frequently before being stored away for years.
The Aether Foundation logo was emblazoned on the sleeve in a faded color that seemed to match the shade of my eyes.
As I examined the jacket more closely, the morning sun highlighted a small tear in the sleeve.
It looked like it had been repaired once, but it must have torn again since then.
I wondered when my mom had last worn this jacket. The jacket had a few pockets sewn into it, one of which was an inner pocket that could be closed with a zipper.
I reached inside and felt something crumpled up at the bottom.
I pulled it out and smoothed it flat, revealing a photo of my mother standing next to an unfamiliar man.
He had short black hair and was wearing a white shirt with dark pants.
My mother was smiling and looking up at him, while he had his arm around her shoulders and was smiling back at her.
