Disclaimer: I don't not own Pokémon and never will.
Chapter 1:
Authors Notes & Background: Hey guys and gals, this is my first fan-fiction and I plan to make it a continuous work. As I grow as a writer, so will this story. I have no direction in this, only that it will be an epic of a single hero written in the perceptive of himself on a nightly journal. Hopefully I will put out a chapter a week but with Passover Week coming up I don't know yet. The story itself will be set in the pokéverse (obviously) but with stark similarities to our culture, religion, and geography. Also there is a lot more realism than the anime. Even though I loved the show as a kid I still wish that as the original viewers grew older that they would have had progression in the maturity level of the plot and content. But eh, anyways the planet this story will be set in will be one in which when the new world (the Americas) was discovered it was actually the Kanto region. Instead of native americans, there was a civilization far beyond its time in scientific advancements that had no need to look out over the ocean. As the eastern world meets the Kanto region and there religion and culture start to intermingle, people begin to realize the world is bigger than what was perviously thought.
The creatures known as Pokémon soon told hold of the hearts of the pioneers that came to the new world and through treaties and exports of creatures that made life so wonderful for there human companions, there begin a new era of peace in the year 1948 after the horrors of World War Two and the blessing of the creation of Israel. Before the war that ended all wars (WW2), from a small family of Jews in the Venetian ghetto in 1930 a young man by the name of Yosef Hillel was given a vision from G-d to take his family and move to Kanto in an instant. Barely slipping by the secret police of the nazi party he managed to escape Italy with his life, but not his family. They were gunned down by nazi extremist as to be made examples out of. Yosef came to Kanto and his name was changed to Joseph Hill in order to make adaption to this new culture easier. He met a beautiful young women named Madelyn two weeks after he got off the boat in Vermilion, after learning of her Jewish background that find comfort in what great similarities they have and soon get married. Leading the life of a rabbi with a barren wife, Joseph and Madelyn pray for a child fervently. In 1965, when Joseph turns 50 he is shocked to find his wife pregnant. Nine months later Gary Hill was born into the world. Gary Hill marries the new Stephanie Hill at age 26 and has two children, one 9 months later and another one 5 years later, posthumous. 1997—a child is born to a widow, the child's name, Chase, the late Mr. Gary Hill was killed in a terrible accident 2 months earlier, stunned of how late in the pregnancy this was the widow moves to the country side in order to escape her reality. In the small town of Pallet one warm spring night our story takes place with our hero opening his new journal.