Phoebe of the Elite Four

Phoebe of the Elite Four

A grey mist fell softly over the grassy ledges of Mt. Pyre, rolling quietly between the worn headstones.  The air was damp and salty, a gentle breeze wafting in from the sea.  Phoebe sat atop the stone wall overlooking the northern cliff, gazing down at the sea.  Waves quietly lapped the jagged stones below, leaving a white trail of bubbling surf.
Phoebe sighed and felt the chill morning air brush against her bare skin, then looked up at the sky and pressed her palms against the wall.  A sea bird squawked and beat its wings against the air, fluttering down and perching itself in the grass.  Phoebe glanced down at it and leaned on her elbow, bending down to get a closer look.  The bird took no notice, tucking its wings to its sides and pecking at the ground.  
There was a soft rustling and an icy chill touched Phoebe's spine.  Biting her lip, she slowly twisted her head back and saw a tall figure wrapped entirely in bandages, looming over her and staring with its single red eye.  The edge of her mouth rose in a smile.  "Practice?"
The figure groaned approvingly and its thick fingers twitched in anticipation.
Pushing her hands against the stone wall and straightening her arms, Phoebe stretched her back and lifted her legs over the wall, turning to face the side of the spectre and bird.  Setting her hands on her thighs, she felt her bare left leg above the knee and brushed the blue skirt that covered her right leg.  Leaning forward, she tilted her head and looked at the spectre.  "Alright, Dusky, use Shadow Ball."  
The figure's eye flashed and it raised its hands, charging a swirl of black energy between its palms and propelling it toward the bird.  The bird squawked and looked up just as the sphere hit; the impact hurled the creature over the edge of the cliff.  
Phoebe smiled with delight as the bird flapped furiously, flying away with determined speed.  She turned to the figure and nodded.  "Great job."
A sound like purring echoed within the figure's wraps, then it turned abruptly and looked toward the south.  Phoebe raised her head and followed its gaze, spotting a messenger in blue dress uniform walking up the tiled path to the mountain sanctuary.  
Sliding off the wall, she felt the moist grass and dusty ground between her bare toes, then brushed her skirt down and adjusted her top.  Pressing a hand to each of the large pink flowers she wore in her hair, she set them in place and rested her hands on her hips, lifting her head to straighten her spine.  Inhaling deeply, she let out a breath and walked toward the messenger.
He was a young man in his late teens with sandy blonde hair, his face displaying both curiosity and apprehension at his visit to the graveyard mountain.  Suppressing a shiver, he raised his head and saw Phoebe, stopping in place and staring at her.  What was such a young, beautiful girl doing in a gravesite?  He shook his head and blinked, but found he couldn't look away.
Phoebe smiled at him.  "Hello!  I assume you have a message for me?"
The man fumbled through the mailbag slung around his shoulder.  "Ah… yes.  Where is it…?"  He lifted the bag and looked inside, avoiding the girl's gaze as he dug out a thin envelope.  "I have a, uh…" He stared at the envelope as he turned back toward her.  "A letter for… Phoebe?"
Phoebe nodded and extended a hand, "That's me."
The man continued to read the envelope.  "It's from Ever Grande City… the Elite Four?"  He turned it over, "It even has their crest!"
Phoebe smirked and continued to hold her hand out.
The man blushed.  "Sorry," he handed her the envelope and bowed his head, then took a step back and watched her, wringing the strap of his shoulder bag between his hands.
Phoebe looked down at the envelope and started to slide a finger under the flap, then looked up at the young man.  "Is that all?"
He blushed a deeper red.  "Y-yes ma'am."  He spun toward the exit, then glanced at her once more before walking back down the mountain path.
Phoebe smiled and blushed a little, then finished opening the envelope as the spectre rose behind her.  She glanced up at her (few could distinguish a male ghost from a female, but Phoebe could), then withdrew a folded piece of paper from the envelope and opened it.  

Dear Champion,

An opening has become available among the ranks of the Elite Four in Ever Grande City.  Your status as prior champion of the Hoenn Pokemon League qualifies you to accept this position.  We dearly wish that you will consider this opportunity and notify us with best possible speed when your decision is made.  We would be honored to welcome you into our ranks…

The letter continued into a description of the history of the Elite Four, their duties and benefits, and concluded with a personal message from the chairman of the Pokemon League.  Phoebe had been expecting this letter for some time.  Folding it up again, she slipped it back into its envelope and tilted her head back, looking at the spectre with a smile.  "Looks like our training paid off, Dusky.  We're in the Elite Four!"

A/N:  The other night I was looking up fanfics with Phoebe and was disappointed to find that nearly all of them (in fact, the only one that didn't fit this description was another that I myself wrote(Note: This applies only to ff.net, I haven't scanned dA's selection)) involved pairing her with some other member of the Elite Four.  Personally, I think Phoebe's cool enough to have a stand-alone story, so I started with the image of her on Mt Pyre and… well, this story came out of it.  I could possibly see this story continuing as she reaches Ever Grande and her life as an Elite Four member begins, but this was originally intended as a one-shot, so I dunno… anyway, reviews are appreciated