The world seemed as if it ceased to move. The last of the humans were dead. Now there were only Pokemon. The Pokemon decided that they would not let the mark the humans left on the world go to waste. After all, there were those humans who had aided Pokemon and fought alongside them. Humankind would always be remembered. They were owed that much.

Chapter 1

Bolt the Pichu and Conan the Piplup ran to Verity Lake one morning in hopes to ask Mesprit what the humans were like. Conan's aunt had told the two friends Mesprit was the one who gave humans emotions and had even had a trainer at one point.

Bolt and Conan were both orphans. Conan had lived with his great aunt his whole life and Bolt moved in with cousin years ago. Twinleaf Town had been their home as long as they could remember.

The two were always getting into trouble in town. Sometimes Pyro, the Arcanine leader of the local EPF team would drag them to their houses and speak with their family. Bolt and Conan didn't like Pyro very much.

Bolt's cousin, Sparky (A Raichu) didn't really care. Whenever Pyro spoke with Sparky, he would just stare blankly at the Arcanine: probably thinking about the TV shows he was missing, Bolt thought. Conan didn't have as much luck as Bolt though. His aunt was an Empoleon and very proud of her family line. She didn't want "a youngster like you(Conan)to ruin the proud family by hanging around with that troublesome Pichu." She then would proceed to give Conan a rigorous chore that was impossible to get out of.

Bolt and Conan weren't well-liked in their town. Bolt was too quick tempered and started the majority of the fights he was in: all of which he won. And Conan? He was too nice. He was one of those Pokemon who apologized for everything even if it wasn't his fault. (Which most of the time it wasn't.)

Now though Bolt and Conan didn't like Pyro, they admired the rest of his team. Ever since the team had arrived, the two friends dreamed of one day taking on the EPF's Sinnoh Gym Test and being EPF members. To do this, however, they needed a reference from a high ranked member, and Pyro had made it quite clear that "there's no way in hell I'm referencing you two." So they dreamed instead.

What is this EPF you ask? How rude of me. I forgot to explain. EPF stands for "Elite Pokemon Force." They are known throughout the world. They're dedicated to preserving the world the humans helped to create. They've sworn to protect the weak and help the needy by serving as both police and doctors as well. Each region has its own division complete with divisional leaders. The SRD (Sinnoh Region Division) was led by a female Torterra named Annalise. Besides the legendaries, she was considered Sinnoh's most powerful Pokemon.

Returning to the current morning, Bolt and Conan had never actually met Mesprit, but it was a well known fact she lived in the cave in the middle of Verity Lake. The two wanted to know more about the human's history in order to increase their chances of becoming EPF, and naturally, Mesprit seemed the perfect one to ask.

They reached the lakefront and stood for a moment. The surface was calm and serene. A few Shinx from town played ball further down shore. Conan looked over the other way searching for the only Lapras for miles. He pointed.

"There she is, Bolt," Conan said running down shore. Bolt followed. "Hi, Maggie," Conan greeted the Lapras.

"Yo," Bolt said.

"Hello, you two," Maggie returned. "Not running from Pyro I hope."

"Pfft," Bolt laughed. "Haven't seen the guy all day." He caught himself smirking evilly and quickly changed his expression.

Maggie was one of Pyro's team members, but she was more soft-spoken then her leader. She wore an EPF necklace made of silver. "Well that's good," she said.

"Actually, we came to ask if you could carry us to Mesprit's cave," Conan said.

Maggie nodded. "Of course, but no one's seen her in quite sometime. She's probably hiding."

"Well we want to see her anyway," Bolt said attempting to cross his arms.

Maggie proceeded to carry the two to the cave. "I'll be here when you're done," Maggie told them as they walked in the cave.

"'Kay," Bolt said. "Thanks!" he and Conan entered a large cavern. Puddles of water were everywhere and the only way out was the way they came in, but no Mesprit in sight.

"Hello? Conan called. There was no answer.

"No, no, Conan," Bolt said waving his hand. "It's more like this." He cupped his hands over his mouth. "MESPRIT, ARE YOU THERE?" Still no answer. Bolt sighed and put his arms down. "Please don't tell me this was a wasted effort."

Strange old man laughter came from behind them causing them both to jump. They turned and saw the EPF's most intellectual mind, the Porygon-Z, Professor Zeta. Both their jaws dropped, but before they could say anything Proffessor Zeta was gone.

Bolt just stared at the empty cave door. "Wow…"

They left the cave disappointed. Once they got to the outskirts of town Bolt saw something in the grass. "What's this?" He picked it up. "Odd-looking rock." The 'rock was covered in green spots and was…

"It's an egg, Bolt," Conan said knowingly. "not a rock."

"An egg? What parent leaves an egg in the middle of the route?"

"How should we know?" Conan shrugged.

"Hm, good point." Bolt examined it closely. "Well we can't just leave it here. Think of the poor kid."

"We could take it to your place," Conan suggested. "I don't think Sparky would notice."

"Are you crazy?" Bolt exclaimed. "I can't take care of an egg! Take it to your aunt!"

Conan laughed hollowly. I can just imagine my aunt raising another kid."

Bolt set the egg down and scratched his head. "We could take it to Pyro. He'd know what to d-" Suddenly the egg started cracking.

"What did you do?" Conan shouted.

"It wasn't me!" Bolt picked up the egg. "PYRO!" He shouted as he ran off.

Conan threw his arm out. "Bolt! Wait!" He took off after Bolt. "Why Pyro of all Pokemon?"

Pyro, as it happens, was busy looking for Bolt and Conan. They had plastered pictures of themselves with funny faces and nice glasses all over the EPF building. And just when Professor Zeta was coming to visit. He sniffed the ground. They had not been here today. He tugged at his scarf out of nervousness. If he didn't find those kids…

"Officeer Pyro!" Zeta called. "Nice to see you! I've been looking everywhere for you! When you weren't at the EPF building I began to worry!"

"You were at the building?" Pyro asked quietly twitching. "Sir, I apologize for the photos. Once I find those two…"

Zeta laughed. "Don't be so uptight! A few funny faces isn't anything to get worked up over!"

A drop of sweat ran down Pyro's face. "Right well I'm happy to see you, sir. My team would be glad to assist you in your human reas-"

"Pyro!" Bolt shouted. Pyro turned left and saw Bolt running faster than Pyro had ever seen him, and Conan was trailing behind. Bolt crashed into Pyro sending whatever it was he was hoding into the air. Zeta caught it.

Bolt scrambled to his feet. "The egg! Where's the egg?"

Pyro looked at him dumbfounded. "What egg?"

"I believe he meant this egg," Zeta laughed as the egg began to glow.

"What's happening?" Bolt asked.

"The egg is hatching," Zeta replied. The glowing stopped and Zeta was no longer holding an egg, but a rather tiny Pokemon as short as Bolt. Zeta laughed again. "It's a Spheal!"

"What's shakin?" the Spheal asked. All Pokemon were born with the ability to speak. It was instinctive. The way they spoke depended on who held their egg last before it began to hatch.

"Oh dear," Pyro said. He looked at the newborn face to face. "Aren't Spheal supposed to be bigger?"

"Hey!" the Spheal said. "I am not short!"

Conan finally caught up out of breath. "Hey, the egg hatched."

Bolt breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. I didn't break the egg."

"Of course not, dear boy," Zeta said delightfully.

The Spheal rubbed its stomach with one of its stubs. "So huuuungry," he moaned. It was generally known that newly hatched Pokemon begin their lives famished. The Spheal looked at Zeta. "You there, old guy! Where can I get some grub?"

Pyro sighed. "Dang it, Bolt, why did you have to pick him up?"