Prologue

Another cold day, just like everyone of his birthdays. It was winter after all. Snow covered everything, making the small town of Pallet shine in the moonlight and giving it a pale blue tint. The countryside looked just as beautiful, with the trees giving off a teal glow and the soft powdery snow left mostly untouched giving the land a smooth, wondrous appearance. The chilling, yet gentle, wind blowing across the area, freezing water into ice in houses and trees alike.

Not one person, not even the ice Pokemon, was outside on this winter's night, except for one. He had dark brown hair that reached the bottom of his neck, and eyes of the same color. He stood at about 5'7" at full height, was very fit and slightly muscular. He wore his usual outfit, comprised of a half-red, half-black T-shirt with a pair of black polyester pants with clothed insides for insulations and comfort. The shirt's top half was red, while the bottom half was black. In the center was a flaming symbol meaning protection surrounded by Growlithe and Arcanine. His pants had 2 white stripes running down the outer side of either leg. Despite the cold weather, he was actually quite warm because of the large coat he had on, made of thick, yet fake, dark blue fur.

He was laid back in the snow, hidden from view from passerby as he gazed up at the stars and thought about himself and his past. It had been at this very hour 6 years ago that he was found collapsed on this very hill. No one knew where he came from, for he had told no one. He had come from a hidden city named Gale Town, a town priding itself on it's mastery of Flying types. He had been banished for saying that flying types were one of many better types. He was 5 years old then. Since then, he had worked in Professor Oak's laboratory with Tracy as Oak assistant along with taking classes to qualify for his Pokemon quest.

He was deep in his thoughts, when footsteps could be heard. The crunching of snow under boots was all too familiar, and they were getting closer. The young boy sat up, looking around to see a young female his age coming toward him.

"Ha!" She called, "I knew I'd find you here, Matt. Don't you think you should be getting some rest before tomorrow?"

Matt knew she was right, but then again, that was the reason he was out here. The night was still young, about 9:00, and he couldn't get to sleep. Tomorrow would be the start of his journey, but his journey was more than to just become the best. It was a personal journey to him. A journey to find his home, and to find himself