In her hometown, there was never anyone cooler than Jane Asherah. At least, that's what she thought. She was oddly beautiful, with very unique, piercing yellow eyes, diamond pupils and a lithe body. She was talented, a singer, dancer and martial artist that few could compare to, and never all at once. Her mother was a famous explorer, so she had traveled all around the world as a kid, picking up stories to tell back at home, and one last thing... Jane could fly. To most of the town there seemed to be an unspoken understanding: "That isn't really Jane up there," they said. "It must be some kind of trick." A select few, though, thought she was just weird enough for it to be true, and one weekend when she was around 16 they sneaked up to her house for a stakeout. Sure enough, a couple of times a day, as if she didn't care at all who saw her, Jane would leap out of the highest window, and never once hit the ground. Instead of down, she went up, higher and higher until they couldn't even see her anymore, and there weren't even any clouds!
Eventually, she would meander back down peacefully, a huge smile on her face, and walk inside like it was nothing special. The kids played rock paper scissors to see who would have to go up to the house and talk to her, as despite her generally calm demeanor, something about the way she looked at you, with those weird eyes, and the way she talked, with teeth that were just barely too sharp, was scary. Nobody wanted to be the one to make her mad by asking about her little jaunts in the sky. Eventually one little boy lost to everyone else, and the group collectively pushed him up to the front door. Very timidly, he rang the doorbell, and a few seconds later, Jane answered it, that big smile looking ever more predatory up close. All the boy could manage was "Eep," and his buddies got the rather unsettling image of a mouse having rung the doorbell of a snake. After a second, though, she just threw up her head and laughed at them, saying "I saw you all down there, watching me fly. I'm guessing you had a couple of questions?" Mouse-boy built up some courage, and said "Yes ma'am, Miss Asherah... We wanted to know, um..." He faltered again, and Jane stooped down to his level. "Come on, kid, I'm just sixteen. Call me Jane." For the first time, he got a brave little smile, and said "Jane... Can you take us on rides?!"
The other children ran over, and piped in with "Yeah, it's so cool how you can fly, Jane!" and "I wanna fly too!" and "Please please please?!", etc., so she thought about it for a minute. Because she didn't fly with wings or jets, but some kind of... energy, she didn't see why she wouldn't be able to take someone with her. In fact, it could turn out useful some day! To tease them, though, she said "Okay, you can fly with me, but only if you get your parent's permission." Several variations of "Aw, man!" and "My mom'll never let me do it..." were cut short when she stuck out her tongue and said "Hehe, gotcha!". Instantly, the kids were excited again, and they started another round of RPS, to see who got to go first. Mouse-boy, whose real name was Eric, stayed next to the strange flying girl, beaming up at her. She wasn't that scary, after all. After a bit of trial and error, Jane decided it would be easier for balance if the kids went two at a time, and for a good few hours she flew with them above the trees, over the city, anywhere they wanted to go, really. One or two wanted to go really high, like she did when she was alone, but she knew it wouldn't be a good idea. She could breathe just fine in the thin, freezing atmosphere, no matter how high she went, but the kids would probably suffocate, and she told them as much. Eventually, she dropped them off at their houses, and went up to have a sky-nap, as she called them. The vast, open sky above the clouds really was her favorite place in the world to be. By the time she made it back home, it was very late, and her parents were waiting for her.
"Jane..." Her father started, but he suddenly got very teary, and had to stop. "Dad, hey, what is it? Are you okay?" She ran up to him from the doorway, and her mother was holding him sadly. There were tears in her eyes as well. "Jane, there's something your father and I need to tell you, and, well... After what you did today, we decided that it couldn't wait until you left school, like we had planned. Um, I think we should all sit down first." They migrated into the living room, her Dad still pretty incoherent, and Jane rather nervously sat down in one of their armchairs. "Okay, Mom, what is it? Why's Dad so upset?" Mrs. Asherah had to clear her throat a few times, before she could talk again. "Jane... Robert is not your biological father. He raised you, he'll always be your Dad, but your real father... Well, you've heard of Rayquaza, right? Legendary Pokemon? The dragon of the sky? He... Um, I met him, when I was young. We had a... wild night together. I don't think I need to go into the details. Very soon after that, I met your Dad... The timing was close enough that everyone, including me, thought he was your father. I knew, though. I knew the moment you were born that you weren't an ordinary child. Jane, Rayquaza is your father..."
Understandably, the girl was dumbstruck. "A pokémon?! My father's a pokémon!?! That's... that's not even possible... Is it?" Her mother was solemn. "Rayquaza is not like most other pokémon, Jane. He is more like a... god. And, when you were conceived, he took the form of a human... A human with long green hair and yellow eyes with diamond pupils. And you can fly! Haven't you ever wondered where that came from? He lives in the sky, Jane. He flies without wings. He is your father." Jane got out of the chair, and began pacing around the room a bit manically. "Why didn't you guys ever tell me!? You've known that I can fly for years!!" Mrs. Asherah held her by the shoulders, so she would stop, and looked her in the eyes. "Calm down. We... we were scared to tell you, scared that you would run off and leave us behind, down here on the ground. You may have aspects of your father, but you are still human, Jane. We wanted you to learn how to be a human, before you became a god. We wouldn't have even told you tonight, but something forced our hand... Robert, do you still have the note?" He nodded, attempting to keep his composure, but it was obvious they wouldn't be able to get many words out of him. He reached into his pocket, and unfolded the piece of paper, which seemed to be a warning, written in big red letters. "Tell your flying freak of a daughter that if she goes anywhere near our children again, we'll kill her!!"
If she was nervous before, it was nothing compared to when she read that. Jane felt like she was going to puke. "Is that a goddamn death threat? I had no idea they would be so mad..." Mrs. Asherah felt a few more tears flow down her face, and wiped them away hastily. "The other parents in town have wanted us to keep you grounded for a long time, because even though they didn't quite know what you were doing, they believed eventually someone would get hurt..." Quickly, her daughter's nausea turned to anger. "No one WAS hurt! I brought all those kids home, safe and sound! And THEY came to ME in the first place!!" The older woman just shook her head. "It doesn't matter. In their minds, you got their kids mixed up in whatever crazy thing you were doing, and that was the final straw. They're going to want to lock you up... Listen, Jane, you can't stay here. You can't stay in Hoenn, even. You need to... to fly away. To find a safe place. You're strong, Jane, probably stronger than you realize. You're a survivor. Your Dad and I will be okay." There were sounds of people talking angrily outside, and Mrs. Asherah became a little frantic. "That's them! Oh no, I thought we'd have more time... We already packed for you. Just... take this, and go. Find Rayquaza. He can help you." As the pounding on their front door grew steadily more insistent, Jane hugged her parents one last time, grabbed the backpack that was laying on the table, and climbed up to her loft, where she usually took off from. The door below her was splintered, and there was a roar of "Where is she?!", so with one final steadying breath, Jane leapt out of her window into the calm, warm night.
She made it. She was alive. She was free. ...and she was half-pokémon. Half... god? She roamed the regions for three years, researching what she could about the Legendary Pokémon, their habits... Their mates. Finally, when she had almost run out of the money her parents had given her on the night of her escape, she heard a rumor about a very special place. A secret place. A place where people like Jane were taken in unconditionally. Given a haven from the scrutiny and often the hatred of the world around them. She would go to Camp Half-blood.