Deep in a forest, cradled in the arms of a mountain, a Blissey sat by the clear waters of a stream. Blissey's herd was scattered around, eating and resting. Many Happiny had recently hatched and it was a time of celebration.

In the shallows of the stream, Happiny splashed about, sorting through stones. They cast aside rough, sharp stones. Brittle ones wouldn't do either. No, each Happiny sought a small, smooth, round stone. One they would carry in the pouch, one they would cherish.

Those stones were a precious thing to Happiny. They would one day be replaced by the eggs all Chansey and Blissey hold. Until then, Happiny would practice caring for these stones, and in some cases, give them to those they were especially fond of.

Blissey was reminiscing upon such a memory, when it had once given its stone to a kind human girl. Blissey had loved her dearly and hoped she was well.

The pleasant nostalgia of the memory was struck through as Blissey felt a deep sorrow envelop her. Looking between its friends, it was clear the other Blissey had felt it too.

It is said that Blissey can detect sorrow in others and when it does, it gives them its egg, which never fails to cause a smile. This kind tale is true, and as the herd briefly communicated, the task fell upon our brave Blissey, for she was without a child. She was the only one free to go.

Blissey felt the sadness, allowed it free reign through her, and she followed it. For several days and nights, she followed that melancholy song, over the mountains, through the forests and across rivers. During her long journey, she hoped, for hope is a precious thing known to all creatures, that the sorrow would pass.

Should the sorrow cease to be, she could return home, be with her herd and the younglings, but more importantly to her, the one who felt sorrow would again be happy. For a Blissey's journey to be cut short, was a good, good thing. For Blissey not to be needed, all would be right.

The melancholy persisted. It did not grow or shrink. It stubbornly persisted in its painful existence. Like a rock in her chest, it weighed Blissey down and she felt very tired.

Eventually, Blissey reached a town. Her pulse quickened as she felt the presence of the sad one draw nearer. A desperate energy filled her and she charged into the city.

In the broad light of day, the town was very alive. Cars puttered quietly through the streets. People buzzed about in the parks, shops and gardens. Other Pokemon freely wandered the streets. It was a bright, lively, place and Blissey could sense the contentment of its citizens. Still, the follow feeling in her chest did not leave.

Venturing deeper into the town, she came across a park. A man sold ice-cream on the corner. A woman wearing a colourful skirt twisted balloons into all shorts of shapes. Children laughed and played while their parents rested on benches, under the shade.

Glancing about, Blissey finally saw him. A plain-looking man, tossing a ball with several children. Blissey's head tilted and her brows drew together. The man seemed entirely ordinary. Brown hair, average height, average weight. Sparse facial hair and a smile upon his face.

Rubbing her eyes, Blissey looked harder. The man before her was laughing, loudly. He was smiling widely. He moved with energy and played cheerfully with the children around him. More and more children approached him, joining in the game, then their parents too began to partake. They laughed at his jokes and enjoyed the sport.

Blissey sat and watched for hours, but nothing changed. This man was certainly the one who's sorrow she felt, but he seemed happy. How could this be? She had never seen a contradiction quite like it.

As the day grew long, the sun began slipping beyond the horizon. Parents and children left the park, waving goodbye to the man, thanking him for the fun. On and on they went until only the man and his young daughter were left.

Slowly, Blissey approached the man. She called quietly to him and he turned his curious gaze upon her.

"Hello there," he said in a gentle voice.

Blissey smiled cheerfully, reached into her pouch and pulled her Lucky Egg from it. Chirping, she offered it to the man.

Taken aback, the man recoiled slightly. After a moment, he smiled, reached out and gently patted Blissey's head.

"Thank you."

Blissey chirped in appreciation and again, offered her egg to him. Smiling gently, he shook his head and pushed it back towards her. Blissey's head tilted curiously and a frown settled upon her face.

"Keep your egg, give it to someone else. Your kindness is enough for me."

The man didn't seem to be lying, but still, Blissey could feel the deep sorrow within him, like an abyss that could swallow all light.

"Blissey, this is a battle I must fight myself. I will quite possibly fight it for the rest of my life, but people like you, you encourage me. Your kindess gives me courage, and strength, and hope. See, you may not give me your egg, but you have given me a little more hope. Do you understand?"

Blissey shook her head. She knew of hope. She had hoped for the healthy arrival of the Happiny. She had hoped for this Man's happiness. She had hoped for many things, but she did not understand this.

Nodding, the man knelt down and looked Blissey in the eye. "Hope is a precious thing. It is the ability to see beyond this moment. To have hope is the believe in all the life that is yet to come. Hope makes a man a King and gives a dying man peace. If a person has hope, they are very rich. You, through your kindness, generosity, selflessness, have given me a little more hope and thus made me very rich."

Blissey looked at the man and knew of his pain, his sorrow. She peered into the abyss within, deep, and full of hurt, but it was not dark. This abyss could not swallow the light of hope.

Stepping backwards, Blissey smiled and nodded.

The man returned the gesture. "Thank you. Safe travels on your way home."

Turning, he gently picked up his daughter and began carrying her home. "Come on, Mum should be home from work by now. Maybe she'll join us for ice cream."

"Ice cream!" Cheered the little girl.

Blissey smiled after the pair, turned and began the long journey home, but she felt lighter than before. She could still feel his sorrow, perhaps she always would, but she would have hope.

Hope is the companion of Power; and Mother of success; for who so hopes strongly has the power of miracles in them - Samuel Smiles

Blissey senses sadness with its fluffy coat of fur. If it does so, this Pokemon will rush over to a sad person, no matter how far away, to share a Lucky Egg that brings a smile any face.Pokedex Entry - Omega Ruby & Alpha Sapphire