Chapter 001

It was all very strange. There lay a girl, on the outskirts of Accumula Town, sprawled out in unconsciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, squinting as the sun's rays penetrated her retinas. She brought the ball of her palm to her head, rubbing her eyes and slowly rising up to sit up. She felt the rush go to her throbbing head, and she groaned lightly. As her eyes readjusted, she looked around, feeling the brush underneath her and around her. She was laying in the grass, but had no recollection of ever ending up there. It all seemed so confusing. Panic swelled inside of her.

Oh god, what is happening!

Images swirled inside of her head, trying to make sense of her memories and dreams, but all she could feel was a mess of jumbled questions with no answers. She tried to look around, trying to find objects that could help her remember. She looked down at herself, noticing the scrapes and the bruises on her knees, the ripped shorts and the ratty old shoes that protected her feet from the dirt below. She wore a baggy beige shirt over a black tank top, and a bag strapped over her shoulder. She quickly unclasped it, digging through the cleanly wrapped clothes, finding a few strange disks and items, but nothing that could help her figure out what was happening.

Another scary question came to mind: What…what is my name?

Taking one long breath in, she brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms her shins. Although it was a relatively sunny day, she could not feel more cold and alone. She bit her lip, trying hard to focus on her memories, but she came to a frightening blank. With a sigh, she released the hold on herself, and brought herself to stand. Maybe if she walked, she might find clues or remember who she was. She looked toward Accumula Town.

I might as well start here.

The sky could not get any brighter. The clouds were nonexistent, the sun beating down on her rosy cheeks and a slight breeze lifted the short, dark brown hair off of her delicate shoulders. She walked onward, her eyes immediately glued to the crowd in an uprising. Finding herself attracted to the commotion, she decided she would figure out what was going on. Her head was looking up and over the shoulders of various trainers and citizens. There was something going on, that much was obvious, but as she pushed through the crowd, she stared straight at the green-haired sage. However, he turned, walking away. Apparently, he finished with his business.

With a great sigh, the girl looked around her as the crowd began to dissipate. Elders looked distressed, while their younger counterparts looked at each other with mixed expressions. Some looked angry, clenching their fists, but containing the negative energy, while others looked worried. Something was very, very wrong, and even though the girl did not hear what the green-haired sage had to say, she still felt a wallowing pit of uncertainty.

A fairly angry trainer pushed through the female, knocking her small frame down on her knees. She looked up, and locked eyes with the green-haired youth. He hesitated for a moment, a wave of contemplation washing over him as he turned back towards her, holding out his hand. Shaking her head, the girl helped herself up, and pushed the strap of her bag higher on her shoulder.

"I'm good,"was all the girl could really say.

Taking a long breath in, the once angry trainer returned his hand to his side. For a moment, it seemed as though he was going to let her go without much of a goodbye, but it seemed silly for her to expect such a nice gesture from such a stranger. She averted her gaze, and began to turn, but his voice stopped her in mid-stride, "Do you really think your Pokemon is happy in that teeny tiny ball?" Looking down at her bag's strap, she noticed she was adorning the same red-and-white ball a lot of trainers had on their belts. Hm. Interesting.

The girl turned around, and her eyes immediately went down to his belt. There was a lone red and white ball, nestled on his hip. Tch. Hypocrite. She crossed her arms, mostly because goose bumps rose from her forearms as the breeze rolled by, but at least he would get the point that she was deeply annoyed. "Is yours?" Her voice was dry. The last thing she needed was some snot-nosed kid to play mind games with her.

The boy took a deep breath, looking right at her and then giving her a warm smile, "You'll learn with time." But the girl just looked at him. Creeper. She turned to walk away, and as she took a few steps she heard the nearly inaudible voice of the creep she had encountered. Hm. That seemed like a fitting name. He was now Creep from now on. With a sense of satisfaction, she smirked to herself. Serves him right, for being one, at least!

Her excitement dimmed, as she realized she still could not remember her own name. Her eyes wavered downward. She looked down at the red-and-white ball on the strap of her bag, and unclipped it. She stared at it, wondering what in the world it could be used for. Her green eyes scanned the entire object, looking for a function. Her gaze rested on the white button, and she grazed her thumb over it, then slowly pressed on it.

To her surprise, a blinding light emitted out of the ball. She jumped up, startled, but as she looked in front of her, what she saw was even more bewildering.

What the…what in the world is that!

A/N: Have any ideas? Guesses? Or just want to review? Go for it, bub;)