Prologue
One thing I've always wrestled with is how to tell my story. You see, many events which shaped my life started way back when my parents were teenagers and my life was already going to be a mess long before I had any sort of opportunity to add onto that mess with all the many mistakes I've made. Besides, if you were to ask people when they'd start my story, they'd say it all started when I rallied the people of Chartreuse City around me to try to bring down The Corporation.
They'd be wrong.
My story really starts with the crowning of the Champion and the beginnings of The Corporation.
As my Mother would tell of it, The Corporation started with wanting to provide for Trainers, to make their journey safer and better. They did too well and started to buy out all the regional headquarters of all the other companies until all there was left was The Corporation. With the President of The Corporation also being the Champion, there was little differentiation between where the government ended and The Corporation began.
I vaguely remember our flight into The Village. It was mid-summer, I think. I remember being hot and feeling the sun's rays on my skin. My feet felt like they were two big sores. I don't know how far we ran or how long we'd been running. But I remember the mix of Mightyena, Houndoom, and Arcanine chasing us. I remember reaching the gates as various flying Pokemon soared over us, a mix of Pidgeot, Braviary, Fearow, Beedrill, Butterfree, a Charizard, and a Hydreigon and the sight of them dive bombing the hordes of canine Pokemon. The towering wooden gates opened as soon as I managed to lean against it, only for teams of ground-based Pokemon to come rushing out.
The majority of the ground-based Pokemon were ones I'd seen earlier on our trip- Rattatas, Raticates, Caterpies, Sewaddles, Leavannies, Zigzagoons, Linoones, and the like with a few Pokemon I'd never seen before such as Gengar, Alakazam, Gardevoir, Venusaur, and a Blastoise. Within a short time, the hordes which had been chasing us was reduced to either dead, dying, or retreating. I'd never seen Pokemon die before, let alone so bloodily.
"We've been expecting you," I remember the elder say in a kind tone.
I don't remember much after that until I was about five or six, only eleven or so years ago. I grew up doing errands for the villagers, tend crops, that sort of thing you expect from someone who lived in a secluded and self-sustained forest. At least until one day. The day when my story well and truly starts.
