Author's Notes: Yo. You're gonna flip when you hear...or rather, read, how I got the inspiration for this story. You ready? I dreamed it. Yep. Now I'm sure plenty of people have dreamed up stories, but this dream was like the entire prologue. Oh, and in this fic, all Pokemon can speak english. So, without further adieu, I give you, for your entertainment, The Guardians.

Disclaimer: Refer to earlier stories for the disclaimer.

"Come in, come in." An old man greets you at the door.

"I've been expecting you. Come over and sit by the fire. Quite a blizzard whipping up out there, right?" He asks.

"You are a traveler, no? Well, you can spend a few nights here. All I ask in return, is that you keep an old man company. What's that? You don't want to be a bother? Nonsense. You won't be. You know about me? Well, I suppose news travels fast. Have you heard my tale? No? Well, that just won't do. Come, warm yourself by the fire, and I'll tell you a tale beyond your wildest imagination, then you can decide for yourself whether or not I'm as crazy as they think.

~~~~The Tale Begins~~~~

It's amazing how life can throw you curveballs. Ever been in a baseball game, and the pitcher pitch one so good, it makes you look like an idiot? Well, this was one of those moments. Oh, perhaps I should introduce myself.

I'm Drey. I live in a small house building with my parents and sister. I should probably go ahead and mention something, so don't like, flip out or anything. Ready? You sure? Okay. My dad... well, he's a Typhlosion. And my mom's a human. Yeah, unusual? Not really. You'd be surprised how many there are. Anyway, today we're on our way to this huge convention in town. The main attraction is suppose to be a reinactment of a war fought for Half-human rights. Go figure.

"Come on, or we'll be late!" My dad called to me.

"Just a minute!" I called back. I rushed around my room, throwing things in my backpack. First my tablet, then my MP3, and then a book, just in case. I put on my favorite red hoodie, shoved on my black shoes, and, grabbing my pack, ran down the stairs. I am about 6 feet tall, 18 years old, have messy red hair, and green eyes. I usually wear my red hoodie with my black shoes.

"There you are!" My father, Gregory, said, exasperated.

"I know, I know." I said walking out the door.

"Everyone else is already in the car." My dad said, following after closing the door.

"Okay." I said, walking across the lawn to the PT Cruiser parked in the driveway. I got in the back, my twin sister, Tristian, scooting over to make space for me. She was about 5 1/2 feet tall, 18 years old, obviously, with mid back length red hair, and green eyes. She wore a pink shirt with a hot pink skirt.

"About time." She joked.

"Oh hush." I said, shoving her playfully. She just giggled. My dad got into the passenger's seat.

"Let's go." He told my mother, Brenda. My sister was the spitting image of her, except my mom looked older, and wore green instead.

"Of course." She answered, pulling out of the driveway, and then driving off. I looked back at our house, but little did I know it would be the last time I ever saw it.

~~~~Time For A Skip In...Well...Time~~~~

"Here we are." Gregory said, getting out of the car. I got out as well, and what I saw blew my mind. A humongous building stood before us. An almost limitless amount of cars were parked in front.

"Seems we got here a little early." My dad commented, looking around. I turned to him in disbelief.

"Early? What makes you think that?" I asked.

"We actually found a parking spot." He answered, heading toward the building. We followed behind, staring up at the building before us. At the entrance, two men stood guard. They were dressed in grey outfits.

"Tickets." The one on the right said. While my mom fished the tickets out of her purse, I looked at the other guard. He was staring right at me, eyes narrowed, seeming to study me. I won't lie. It creeped me out.

"Go ahead." The guard said after my mom handed him the tickets. We stepped inside, and I could still feel the other guard's eyes on me even after the glass doors closed.

End Notes: Sorry for suddenly cutting off like that. Needed to be done. Anyway, that was just the Prologue. I promise the rest of the story will be action-packed and filled with the things you love. PM or review if you want anything added to the story. I will be taking OCs. I'm definitely going to need them. Oh, and review anyway to tell me your thoughts on the story, and how I can improve. RayTheZoroark Out!

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