growing up, it was just your father and you left out of your family. the stories he told what your family used to be in alola was the only thing you had to really base your heritage on. they were fantastic
stories, though, ones that enraptured you even as a young child, even if father went in a more historical direction sometimes because that's the kind of person he was. his stories were always happy, because he never wanted you to be sad about what you used to be, what you could have been had things not changed. you liked his stories regardless of the subject, and you were proud to be his daughter, even if you weren't really royalty anymore. you could be proud of something you didn't have anymore officially, proud of a past that was over before you were born. you grew up reading the books father wrote about the history of alola, immersing himself for hours at a time. he was always working on a new book, and you were excited for each one no matter the subject.
he was working on a book up until the day he died. you were still too young to be on your own at the time so you had no choice but to move into aether house. it was lonely for a long time, and you missed father so much it hurt sometimes, his books and stories the only things you had left of him with his passing. you cherished your father still as the months turned into years and you only had memories to go off of. at some point, you decided you didn't want to be lonely anymore, didn't want to keep dwelling on something you couldn't change no matter what you did. you still loved father dearly. you were still proud to call him father. that could be yours, even if you had nothing else. you gradually started feeling better again, started smiling again whenever you talked to the other children, especially when you talked about your father. after a while, it was like he hadn't died in the first place.
the first time you encountered a ghost pokemon, it left you in awe, eyes wide and normally smiling mouth agape, as the stray gastly laughed at you with its tongue out and disappeared almost as soon as it had appeared. you've read all the history books father wrote about pokemon, even the legendary ones, but you didn't have a pokemon of your own. you hadn't given much thought into possibly being a trial goer, catching and training pokemon so you could be one of the best trainers alola had to offer. after that meeting, you started thinking about it. anyone could undergo the trial, even orphans like you, so there was nothing stopping you from doing it besides yourself. you set out on your trail, dressed up differently, more like a ghost than a girl, smiling and waving at the other children at the orphanage as you left. although, you tried to branch out in your choices of what kinds of pokemon you wanted as you traveled, nothing felt quite as right as having a ghost type at your side, the two of you fighting your hardest to become strong together. you didn't think there was anything wrong with having a favorite type, and soon your pokeballs became filled with ghost type after ghost type, each one just as loved as the next. being friends with ghosts didn't seem weird at all to you. sometimes, you even wondered if father was a ghost now, watching over you as you went through your trial, defeating trial captain after trial captain. it made you smile to think about; it sounded like something father might do just to keep an eye on you.
before you knew it, though, your trail was over, you had bested all of the captains and you had to go back home. you weren't sad about it in the slightest, and if anything it just sounded like there were still more adventures for your team and you to have in the future. the trial didn't stop once you had won. when you came back to aether house, the children all hugged you and said how much they missed you while you were gone and asking your all about your journey, in awe of your pokemon just as you were in awe of that gastly from so long ago.
you were home for maybe a year when tapu bulu, the guardian pokemon of ula'ula, chose you to be a trail captain, and, once again, you were agape with awe. you had no idea something like this would happen to you, but you couldn't help to be excited about it. the tapu only chose strong trainers for this task, and even stronger trainers for the island kahuna, according to your father's books and everything you've heard about it from your own trial, and you were more than a little smug about it for a little while, bragging to the children about how you were a captain now, their faces practically glowing as they looked up at you. it made you laugh to think about afterwards. it's an honor, yes, but it just felt like another part of your journey to be a stronger trainer. you took the role in stride, and seeing trainers go through your trial, sometimes white as a sheet once they were done, was funny in a way that others might call weird, but you were proud of everyone single one who finished your trail, smiling big at all of them. you're more than used to ghost types by now that they don't scare you anymore, and you could be just as mischievous as them when you're in the right mood. your pokemon were your best friends so of course you had a lot in common.
you just happened to be at the library one day when you met a trial goer and a cute girl in white named lillie looking into the legendary pokemon. you were more than a little proud to show off just how much your father knew about alola. it helped that you already had the book in question anyway. you would still read father's books over and over again since it never got old. it was a way for you to connect with him still, though you didn't miss him like you first did. you could talk about him as if he was still around, like his accomplishments had happened just yesterday when they really weren't. the trial goer breezed through your trial beautifully, coming out like no trainer had before, and you could practically feel the gleam in your eyes as you looked at them. you weren't much older than them, sure, but you had a feeling this trainer would end up being someone great. of course, being able to say you were a part of that in some way was a nice bonus too. you couldn't help it; you liked to smile and brag with the best of them.
you'd known about the construction for the elite four and all of professors kukui's preparations for it for a while now. all the captains and kahunas did since it was to be a new chapter in a alola, a departure from the age old traditions of the past, at least a little bit. seeing him excited about it made you excited, and you practically jumped at the chance to become part of the elite four, literally jumping if you were honest. uncle nanu didn't want the offered position, even if some of the other kahunas were involved, so you gladly took it up yourself. it was his loss; you shrugged it off easily. there was no way he was going to come later on and take it from you. it was already yours from the moment you said yes to it. as the age old rule said: no takesies backsies.
you might not have been able to become the champion of alola yourself, even if you are happy for that trial goer regardless and you weren't as serious about it as you could be, but that was okay. your and your pokemon still fought hard, just as a member of the elite four would have, and the battle you had with that trainer was once for the books as far as you were concerned. you were okay with letting them have the championship for now. they deserved it for beating you and the rest of the elite four.
after all, you still had many, many more trials to go through yourself before your journey would really be over. you would have all the time in the world to prove yourself as a good and strong trainer over and over again.