Speaker 1: Pokemon legend z Day the Secret Garden of Lumios in
the heart of the bustling Callos region, Lumio's city was changing.
Tall cranes stretched into the sky like metallic giafarigs, and
the hum of construction echoed through the avenues. It was
part of the Great Urban Redevelopment Plan, a project to
make the city a better place for people and pokemon
to live together. But for a little boy named Leo
and his partner pokemon Chicorita, the city felt a bit
too loud. Tonight, Leo lived in an apartment overlooking Centrico Plaza,
right in the shadow of the magnificent Prism Tower. Usually
the tower's glow was comforting, but tonight the lights from
the construction crews were keeping Chicorita awake. The little leaf
Pokemon paced around the room, shaking the green leaf on
its head. Can't sleep, buddy, Leo whispered, sitting up in
his bed. Do you miss the forest? Chicorita nodded sadly. Cheka,
it murmured softly. The smell of cement and steel was everywhere.
There wasn't a sniff of fresh grass to be found. Suddenly,
something caught Leo's eye. Outside the window, a tiny glowing
green speck bounced off the balcony railing. It wasn't a firefly,
and it wasn't a vulbeat. It looked like a small,
squishy green blob with a singular glowing eye. Look, Leo pointed,
is that asi guards sell. The little green creature shimmered,
pulsing with a gentle light. It seemed to be looking
right at Chicorita. With a soft hop, It jumped onto
the railing, waited for a moment, and then leaped toward
the rooftops below. I think it wants us to follow it,
Leo said, Feeling a spark of adventure. He put on
his slippers and wrapped Chicorita in a warm blanket. Let's go,
but we have to be quiet as ninjas. Like a greninga.
They sneaked out of the apartment and into the cool
night air of the Rouge Plaza. The city was asleep,
but the construction machines looked like sleeping giants in the shadows.
The cigard cell moved ahead of them, leaving a faint
trail of green sparkles that vanished as soon as they
touched the ground. They followed the light past the closed
gallette stand and down the quiet cobblestones of Vernal Avenue.
The noise of the city began to fade, replaced by
a strange, peaceful silence. The little green guide led them
to a construction site near the base of Prism Tower.
A large sign read project a wild zone under construction.
Keep out. The z guard cell didn't care about signs.
It squeezed through a small crack in the metal fence.
Leo hesitated, but Chicorita nudged his leg gently, its leaf
twitching with excitement. Okay, Leo whispered, just a peak. He
squeezed through the gap, and what he saw on the
other side made him gasp. Behind the cold metal fences,
hidden from the busy streets was a secret garden. It
was a pocket of pure nature in the middle of
the Steel City. Unlike the paved streets outside, the ground
here was covered in soft, thick moss. Ancient trees with
silver barks stretched high above, blocking out the neon lights
of the city. A small stream bubbled quietly, its water
clear and sparkling. It's beautiful, Leo breathed. But the best
part was the poet camon Curled up under the roots
of a great oak tree was a fur frew, sleeping
peacefully without its fancy trim Perched on the branches above
were a row of fletchlings, their tiny heads tucked under
their wings. Even an esper was snoozing on a rock,
looking calm and relaxed. This was a wild zone, a
special place built just for pokemon to rest and feel
at home. The zigardt cell hopped onto a large flat
stone in the center of the garden. It glowed brighter
for a second, then dim to a soft, warm green light,
acting like a natural night light for the sleeping pokemon.
It was watching over them, ensuring the ecosystem was safe
and balanced. Chicorita didn't need to be told what to do.
The little pokemon wiggled out of Leo's blanket and trotted
over to a patch of sweet smelling flowers. It took
a deep breath inhaling the scent of nature. Chica Chica.
It sighed, happily, closing its eyes. Leo sat down on
a moss beside his partner. The air here didn't smell
like smoke. It smelled like rain and earth. The noise
of the construction was gone, replaced by the gentle rustle
of leaves and the rhythm of the stream. You were right, Chicorita,
Leo whispered, stroking the leaf on his friend's head. The
city is changing, but it's making room for nature too.
Leo leaned back against a tree trunk, watching the z
Guard cell glow softly in the distance. He realized that
even in a big, busy city like Lumios, there would
always be quiet places if you knew where to look.
Chicorita was already fast asleep, dreaming of running through open fields.
Leo's eyelids grew heavy. The magic of the Secret Garden
wrapped around him like a warm hug. Good Night Lumio's City,
Leo murmured, good night, ze Guard, and under the watchful
gaze of the Prism Tower, Boy and Pocmon slept soundly,
ready for the adventures of tomorrow.