A heavy storm was raging in Yago Island. It was an odd sight for the islanders, mostly because it was usually sunny in Yago Island with a few rainy periods in between. The most islanders never had to fear the weather conditions for as long as they could remember. Only a few elderly people really have witnessed a storm in Yago Island, but even they were afraid. They too have never seen a storm like this. Angry waves smacked the coast, trees got blown down and people and Pokemon ran in all directions, some crying in fear, some screaming in terror. Chaos was everywhere. A guy named Andrew and his father were hiding for the storm in their basement.
"Andrew, help me grabbing the emergency supplies! They're behind the staircase."
"I have better things to do. You can grab them yourself!" Andrew said, being disobedient towards his father.
Looking through the basement's window was more interesting for Andrew. He stood on a table and while he was standing on his toes, he managed to look through the high located window. He could only see the legs of the few islanders that were still outside, grabbing some wild, scared Pokemon and leading them to their houses safely.
"Andrew, could you please listen for once?" his dad said, being tired of his constant disobedience.
"Fine.." Andrew climbed out of the table and headed to the basement stairs, where the emergency supplies were stacked neatly.
He grabbed everything he could and put it on the table he earlier stood on. They were prepared for the storm, even when no one expected a storm to brew.
An hour had passed when the storm slowly subsided. A few people dared to go outside. Andrew and his dad were two of those people.
They all looked around. Andrew his dad was shivering because of the impact the storm had. A few trees were still standing. Yago berries were all blown away from the trees, as they were cast around on the ground. These berries were famous all around the Island, hence the name Yago Island. While everyone outside grabbed the berries on the ground, Andrew didn't participate. He kept looking around instead till he saw something moving. Its head was buried in the ground, while its small feet were above the ground moving violently.
"Dad, look at that small moving thing in front of our house!"
His dad stopped grabbing the berries for a moment and looked in front of his house. He was looking at the same thing his son was looking at. They walked towards their home and Andrew's dad began to dig immediately. When the earth around the Pokemon moved away, the small brownish Pokemon sprang up and stood in front of them.
"Look Andrew, it's a Pokemon!
This story takes place in an imaginary Island in the Pokemon world. All kind of ideas, reviews, comments etc. are welcome. This was just a short prologue. Part 2 will come.