Chapter One

My breath fluttered out in a faint white mist. The frozen wasteland I treaded in was numbing and uncomfortable for me. I pondered taking shelter from the blustering snow but couldn't find any shelter around. I suspected a blizzard would soon erupt and I would have to hurry to my next destination. I could have road my Swellow to the town but if a storm did hit it would cause more harm than good. I sighed and inched forward through the thick fluffy snow and prayed I would reach the town before I became covered in a blanket of snow.

Lately this region has been facing unusual climates. I was in nearing Fallarbor Town and it was snowing. The volcano it neighbored had frozen over months ago and now nothing but snowy weather has encountered it. I decided to take a detour from my goal of beating the elite four to figure out what was going on.

I stopped to see a house. I recognised the house, use to be where the glass-maker worked. He left, though, since the ashes became buried in a deep layer of snow. I wondered where he was now; if he ever found a good place to continue his job or just got a new one. But then again he wasn't the only one suffering from these weather mishaps. In some places it's been blazing hot, others have lightening storms constantly. There is even a town where they say time moves slower. I think it's crazy but then again anything is possible.

Suddenly the blizzard I was expecting hit. I ran over to the house and grabbed the handle. I turned it to find it unlocked. I ran into the house and closed the door quickly. After brushing the snow off, I looked around. The house was empty; no one had been here in quite a while. I sat down on the floor and pulled at a Pokéball.

"Come on out Magma," I cooed releasing the Pokemon. The little Pokemon was a Magcargo, a molten snail. She looked at me and I lied down beside her. She was emitting a natural field of heat the warmed me up quickly. I looked at her and smiled. "Thanks Magma," I murmured before falling asleep.

I woke up later that day. Magma was asleep and the storm had settled. I returned Magma to her Pokéball and left the house. The snowfall had nearly settled and I could see a red roof. That meant just ahead there was a Pokemon centre. I ran towards the red roof; where there's a Pokemon centre there's a town! I kept a steady pace forward, almost falling in the thick snow but eventually made it. The town was small; there were only a few buildings. A Pokecentre, a Pokemart, a coordinator contest hall and a couple more houses. I walked over to the Pokecentre and entered. It was nice and warm, just like Magma's aura. I approached the desk where the nurse waited. Like always it was a nurse Joy, friendly and warm to everyone.

"Hello, may I help you?" she asked softly. I nodded.

"Do you have a spare room?" I asked. She nodded and pulled a key from her drawer. She handed it to me and I nodded in thanks. I went to the stair case and climbed up it. The town was so bare due to the cold. No one wanted to be in it. It wasn't the only town suffering. Sootopolis City is facing the same problem. The whole lake is frozen, the only way for anyone to get in or out is by plane, copter or bird. Meanwhile Lilycove is blistering hot, almost unbearable heat just like Slateport City. The storms in Verdanturf and Mauville are torturous and loud. All I wanted to know was what the cause of all of this is.

I entered the room and found a bed in it. I sat down on the bed and unloaded my Pokéballs. I released all the pokemon, giving them the chance to relax. I had quite a few strong pokemon. There was Light, my Septile. He was my starter and had definitely grown strong, but not as strong as my Tentacruel. He is much stronger than any of my pokemon and I was proud of him, even though he wasn't mine to begin with. He had previously belonged to my friend Tena, but her mom wouldn't let her keep the Tentacool and so I took him a trained him. Then there was my Golduck. I haven't had him for very long, same length as me Swellow which would mean I've only had him for a few months. I've been on my journey for four years and have taken a long time to train my Pokemon. The one that took the longest to get to listen to me would have to be my Flygon. He never wanted to listen to me but finally I got him to listen up. I've had him for at least two years.

Septile leaned against the wall and looked out the window. I smiled at his slick attitude that he always had. Tentacruel wanted back in her Pokéball so I let her. Swellow went out the window and sat down on the roof. Flygon sat on the edge of the bed and folded his wings. Magma curled into her shell and fell asleep while Golduck went to the corner of the room and fell asleep. I took off my coat and threw it onto the ground. I hated wearing anything heavy. It was bad enough when I had to wear layers in winter but I detest the fact I had to wear it all day. Wearing a scarf, coat and hat all day was killing me. I removed my hat next and ran my fingers through my white hair. It was actually blonde, but it looked white. The hair colour was my mom's; I had my father's brown eyes.

Flygon playfully grabbed my scarf, pulling on it and knocking me onto my back. I smiled and looked at my Flygon happily. I rubbed the side of his face.

"Get some rest, tomorrow we will be climbing that volcano and it will be a long walk," I explained. Flygon lied down beside me and closed his eyes. I climbed under the bed covers and drifted off to sleep.