Pokémon: Destiny
Prologue
I have taken the responsibility of recording my family's heritage in order that my child will understand where she comes from. I guess I should start with the beginning. Thousands of years ago, this world was caught in a struggle between humans and pokémon. Both were extremely wary of the other and had little contact. That is until she appeared.
A single human searched for a way to bring both pokémon and humans together in harmony. She then became the first pokémon trainer. At first the pokémon were frightened by their capture but learned to trust their trainer. Eventually other trainers appeared following her example, but they soon forgot about their mentor.
But the pokémon never forgot her. To this day they still honor and call her "Destiny" since she revealed their future to them. After her death, her spirit returned unto her only child who continued her work of becoming a pokémon trainer. Over time, Destiny's line continue with only one heir each generation, and her spirit continued with them, but unlike with Destiny, the "gift" is passed down when the child is able to control it.
However, my daughter is not ready to receive the "gift" so it must remain dormant in the Valley of Destiny, our family's burial ground. Among these graves lie not only Destiny but also her children, the greatest Pokémon Masters of all time. The guardian ghost pokémon will see that it is well protected until it is her time.
I will soon join my ancestors, but the children of Destiny will live on. May my daughter continue our legacy with honor.
-1854
It was a stormy night as the car drove down the road. The man behind the wheel looked back at his sleeping son in the rear seat and then smiled at his wife next to him.
"He is growing up so soon," he whispered.
"Yes," his wife agreed. "Soon he will leave on his pokémon journey."
"But not for at least three more years," the man laughed.
Suddenly the storm grew worse with the downfall of heavy rain. Concentrating on the road, he never saw the other car coming. It slammed into the driver's side sending the car into the ditch.
As the wife and mother regained her senses, she looked at her husband and screamed.
"MICHEAL!!"
His eyes stared blankly as his head loosely laid on his shoulder. Blinded by her tears, she shook his arm hoping he would come to. As she cried, his body began to glow. The light soon left his body and formed a globe that shot out into the night.
Trying to regain her control, she looked back at her son who was now crying in the back seat. She quickly reached for son and pulled him into her arms. She then got out of the car and stood in the pouring rain trying to calm both her son and herself.
"There, there," she said softly to the boy. "Everything is going to be all right," she lied.
She looked up at the car that hit them and saw its driver slumped over the wheel. She climbed back unto the road and saw a pair of headlights coming. She waved the car down and asked him to drive ahead to the next phone and call an ambulance.
After twenty minutes, or an eternity, the police and ambulance arrived, but too late for either driver. Later, the police ruled it to be a drunk driver who killed her husband, but it was little comfort to the widow. At the funeral, she took one last look at her love as the casket was closed and then looked at her son. He was all she had left.
"Don't worry," she comforted her boy, "we'll be all right, Ash."