PRE TIMESKIP The battle came to an end. A bright relieved smile upon her face. Claydol was given much praise for its valuable contribution to mowing down the enemies. And though some of the peasants of Ballonleah offered her praise as well, it was clear that their focus laid upon those who had rallied them.
Which in hindsight was understandable. Still, she accepted the praise she got and looked for Megan to make sure she was safe. Before returning to the PokéCenter to repair it.
ONE MONTH LATERThe first month was rough. Johanna ran herself ragged helping with defeating wave after wave of poisonous monstrosities. Rebuilding the city and its PokéCenter, It was only with the help of
Brynnhildr Erling that she managed to do so. All while also curing the wounded and ill, even if they hesitated to approach someone so clearly inexperienced. .
Within the first month she learned a valuable lesson. A lesson her Mother had never mentioned, perhaps because wartimes weren’t common in Hoenn during her childhood. War brought casualties, true, but the largest majority of people that needed help came from daily life. Broken bones, coughing children, the flu. All rampant problems that she was forced to learn how to deal with quickly.
Broken bones and illness were serious problems, but wounds of the soul needed treatment too. And unfortunately there were ample amounts of people carrying such wounds around. Amongst them is
Megan Whitmore, her best friend. To whom she dedicates considerable time in helping adjust to their new situation.
But Megan was not the only person whose soul had to be healed. But this was an old wound each half carried by herself and
Ruby Garcia. While it would take longer than a month to mend, mend it, she would.
Unfortunately, while the PokéCenter was equipped with the standard equipment, there was a certain lack of books on the subject of both Human and Pokémon health.
ONE YEAR LATERA year went by fast. Johanna liked to claim that she learned her craft well and quickly. Though she still harbored doubts. By now the peasants came to her in times of need and in times of no-need.
She had also begun to take self-defense classes from
Gwyar Wledig, though she saw less and less time on the battlefield.
When correspondence became an option between the settlements, she was quick to contact those who had taken the mantle of Healer in the other cities. Among them
GIDEON GRAVES became an incredibly valuable pen-pal to her, as his understanding of the human body came in clutch on more than one occasion.
While thoughts of Hoenn and the Pokémon left behind still stung, she was slowly growing accustomed to this life, her new life. Helped along by the powerful experience of helping a new life come into this world. Being a midwife during such an endeavor and those that followed. It allowed her to realize that for better or worse, this was her life now.
A life that she shared with everyone around her.
A life that she shared with her best friend
Megan Whitmore But it wasn’t all happiness. Her first year almost marked to her what felt like the biggest failure as a Healer. Her first preventable death. She made a mistake, she could have done better, had she known. Necrotizing Fasciitis, a flesh eating disease, how the young boy of no more than ten summers contracted it was a mystery. She theorized the poison had somehow got to him. Yet it spread quickly, too quickly. The boy died, Telling his parents was the hardest thing she had ever tried.
She didn’t sleep that night, and many of the following nights. Unfortunately discussing the case with
GIDEON GRAVES through letter correspondence only revealed that her lack in skill was what caused the boy's death, for it was treatable.
FIVE YEARS LATERFive years went by. By now the name Joy was as synonymous with Healing as it was in Hoenn.
Hoenn.
Johanna barely thought of it any longer. She had dedicated herself to the life she now lived. Confident in her abilities now. Some of the peasants had even grown to call her miracle worker, though she always protested some claims. But her protests fell on deaf ears when she saved the lives of a birthing mother and child, both posed to die from their efforts.
Her Pokémon had become a staple point amidst the town now.
Retnauh the Gengar carried on her legacy of showmanship providing entertainment for the peasants and their children.
Shadow the Marshadow had taken to candy making. Creating the very lollipops Johanna so readily handed to each patient, especially to
Ettie and her Galarian Zapdos.
Ruby the Tinkaton had taken to tailoring and assisting Johanna in her care of patients. Hammer foregone in place of needle and thread. She had become a veritable Chansey in all but form.
Clay the Claydol helped build, erecting boulders from the very dirt to protect the city whenever needed. And when not, he watched and listened. Watched life unfold, watched lives lived. Knowing it would outlive them all. It felt melancholy most days until action pulled it out of its headspace.
Dorian the Aegislash had taken to the arts alongside its fellow ghost-type. Entertaining children with displays of martial prowess. Sometimes it would even play the role of training-partner for
Gwyar Wledig’s unfortunate students.
Lastly Anat the Blastoise took to farming like a fish in water. She kept the fields clean and watered as best she could alongside the peasants and the other Hoennians.
TEN YEARS LATERAnother Ten years went by. The PokéCenter had grown with a few additions to the building. But most notable was the new building that had appeared beside it.
Johanna had opened an orphanage, taking in all the souls whose parents had been lost to the continuous attacks from the poisonous monster waves. She had become their mother, and she loved them all equally.
The prophecy of ages passed a long forgotten memory until the very moment where the Black Knight stood before them. She joined the battle to defend their city. What rust there had appeared on her skills as a trainer quickly vanished thanks to
Gwyar Wledig’s lessons keeping her somewhat battle ready.
They won. The Black Knight scampered off, though the victory came at a cost. Lives were lost, both young and old. More children whose parents were gone, more bodies to bury in the ground. As Consolidation was the metal. Metal which the populace quickly learned could be forged into armaments of near mythical power. Though the mechanics of how the powers came about was something that eluded her.
Still, like many others she too would go to the resident Blacksmith (
Gwyar Wledig) and place an order. But she did not order weapons, her piece would be ornamental. A pair of filigree bracelets with the PokéCenter Logo forged in the middle using jewels, and from which the intricate filigree pattern would grow.
Like with the weapons it seemed these bracelets too carried some measure of power. Her aid came quicker to her patients, some even claimed to see a faint greenish shimmer around her hands as she worked on her patients. But only when she truly put it to the test did she learn that her bracelets made manifest her desire to heal and help people through the power of HEAL PULSE.
And this is where the tale shall end for now. For she would do naught else but focus on her job as the resident healer caring for friends and family alike until the day of prophecy would be upon her.
TFjDSyEUTLDR: - Johanna focuses on her job as a healer and caretaker of the Pokécenter, doing her best interacting with the people etc.
- Becomes quite good at it, expands the PokéCenter Building, and builds an orphanage.
- Johanna partakes in the battle against Necrozma.
- Johanna orders intricate Filigree bracelets made of the Necrozma metal from Gwyar. (These lets her use Heal Pulse)
