Class 8-R

-Chapter One-

"Welcome to Jubilife University, we hope you make many wonderful memories while studying with us!" The guide, Ms. LeRoia, cheerfully greeted the small group of young adults. While explaining the various facilities and taking them on a cheerful stroll around campus, giving them all the basic information they required in order to 'survive' their first semesters, she then assigned dorms and gave them the rest of the day off to explore. Seeing their young faces lighting up and the time it took them to speed off towards the dormitories, she laughed at how immature they seemed. While as a guide, she was to be as close and friendly to the new students, she was also a professor, which meant her time to interact with students was fairly limited. The most she got to see of them was during classes, and even those occasions were quite few in numbers, as her priority was research and experimentation, not educating the young ones. She sighed, remembering when she used to be a favorite among students, having been assigned the subject of Rowan Evolution, a subject that had been taken up by the renowned Professor Rowan, who had been brought to the university a few months ago.

A low cough alerted her to the presence of another person.
"I see you are lost in thought, mind sharing what is on your mind?" Speak of the devil; Rowan had been examining her the entire time. She quickly regained her calm
demeanor and spoke in a professional(?) tone.

"It is nothing of concern to you, sir. I was simply having a headache because of this paper I've been writing for the past month or so."

"The one on the Deus Ex Pokeroiss theory? Fascinating subject, I would have helped out with your research if I didn't have to instead prepare for the classes I have to teach…" He gazed at the students, goofing around near the convenience store like a bunch of rogue squirtles.
She bit her lip, not wanting to betray her resentment at this old man, this 'professional evolutionist'. "Sir, if I may, I must go help out my team on extracting a sample from the peculiar amber we found at the Kalos Dig Site last month." Rowan waved her off, his concentration still on the students. LeRoia swiftly escaped from the professor's presence before storming off, her bad mood keeping away other distractions.

September 13th, Wednesday

"Welcome, to Class 8-R. My name is Professor Rowan. I will be teaching you about Rowan Evolution-"

"Professor, why's it called Rowan evolution? I mean, I know that you may be proud of it as it has become worthy of an entire field of study, but still isn't naming this field of study after yourself a bit… arrogant? After all, science should be respected as an equal subject for everyone." One of the new students, Jamey Garder, cut off the professor, earning a few giggles from the girls. Professor Rowan sighed, then calmly quieted the classroom before replying.

"This class is called, Rowan Evolution, isn't it?" Everyone nodded, not understanding what the professor meant by reminding the students. "I hoped everyone would have taken a look at their books before coming today, obviously my hopes were for naught."

"Actually, we've all read th-"
"Page 23, Rowan evolution was first discovered by Sir Charles Rowan, former Sinnoh League Champion, in the year of 1882." One of the students shouted out.
Professor Rowan nodded his approval.

"Very good, Clarisse. As the young lady just said, Rowan Evolution has been a field of study for over a century, and has nothing to do with my own achievements. However, I shall pardon your insolence because you were partially correct in terms of relation to me. Sir Charles Rowan was a brilliant man, my own great grandfather, but his research led only to the existence of the Phantom Pokemon, Mew. With present technology, we are able to look deeper into his theory of evolution and how it applies to the Pokemon we all know and love today. Now, if we have no further interruptions, we can proceed with our first subject. 'The Theory of Types'. Please open your books to page 25…"

"There are currently 18 known types that exist in our world. Each type represents a force of nature and are represented by the creatures we coexist with, known as Pokemon." As if on cue, a Pachirisu jumped on top of the professor's desk, settling down on a book before falling asleep.

"While many theorists believe that the Pokemon known as Arceus shaped the world as he saw fit, science has disproved this to mere legend and superstition. The Pokemon known as Arceus is no more than a powerful entity capable of causing both harm and good. However, it is most likely that the true creation of the world, was indeed influenced heavily by Pokemon. The first Pokemon to ever roam the world, is the Rock/Ground type Pokemon Rhydon. It's pre evolved form, Rhyhorn, being the second. Through various events, such as the catastrophic collision with the Deokyss, the home star of the Pokemon known as Deoxys, the Rhydon went through evolution, not into their 3rd evolution stage Rhyperior, but rather, into different Pokemon. This, is the first example of Rowan evolution. The change of the Rhydon into 3 different Pokemon, which in turn evolved into several different Pokemon, and this continued on and on until this day."

One of the students raised their hand, Rowan nodded, giving them permission to ask a question. "Professor, your ancestor was the first one to explore the Faraway Sea, where Mew was said to live at for a millennia. But what part does Mew play in all of this?"

Rowan smiled. "Very good question, Sarah. We will be covering that in a future class, but be sure to make a note as to not forget about it. Anyways, continuing with the types. The first 3 types to exist were Water, Ground, and Rock. And during this age, the first of the many clashes between the Legendary Pokemon occurred. We call it, the War of Land and the Sea. Kyogre, the primordial guardian of the ocean, and Groudon, the primordial guardian of the earth, ever jealous of the territory claimed by the other, would tear apart heaven and earth to destroy one another. Eventually, the Rock Pokemon that would rely on Groudon to protect them, were nearly wiped out by the battles they were forced to participate in. During this war, many of the types that you know of today, were created. From the extreme pressure of the raging earthquakes, formed the Fire types. From the depths of the sea rose glaciers so powerful they formed the Ice type. From the lands wasted by the endless destruction rose new life, in the form of Bug and Grass types. From the millions of lives that burned away came the Ghost types, and finally, from the Rock types that went through Rowan Evolution for several generations, came the Normal, Fighting, Steel, Psychic, and Dark types. Though it's only a theory, it's suspected that humans also came from the first Rock types. Our DNA matches that of fossilized remains of a humanoid creature that was discovered long ago in Mt. Moon."

"Professor, does that make us Pokemon as well?" Sarah quietly asked.

"Not at all. Pokemon make up 65% of life on the world while us humans are merely 3 or perhaps 4%. Though humans may or may not have underwent Rowan Evolution to separate ourselves from Pokemon, it is highly unlikely that we are Pokemon ourselves. However, there are several traits that may have been inherited from our potential ancestors. Resistance to certain Pokemon moves, for example. If you ever wonder why the occasional Thunderbolt from the passing Pikachu won't kill you, it is simply because your genetic structure allows for the effect of dangerous energy to be reduced drastically. Though I wouldn't recommend jumping off a cliff on your way back home." A couple playful groans of disappointment from the boys in the back earned a few chuckles from several students.
The sudden ring of the end of period bell and half the class was already up, packing up their bags and hurrying on out of the classroom, one or two of them grumbling out of boredom.

Rowan sighed, before managing a half smile. "They're young, but they'll do I suppose."

~Mega Gyaros, thanks for reading.