Hey, guys. This is my very first story so please don't go too hard on me. During the story, I'm going to change point of view once in a while to make the story a little more interesting. R&R, but mostly, EN-JOY!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Pokemon, but the characters and the story are mine. So don't you DARE steal either of them.

(Raphael' P.O.V)

My… Err, sorry, OUR story began at the Saguenay, in the middle of summer. Oops, I forgot to tell you all my name. It's Raphael. I'm 16 years old, I have shiny brown eyes, non-brushed, extremely scruffy brown hair, and, unfortunately, I bear the family heir from my mother's side: pimples. Yep, I have pimples, so you could say I'm your typical bullied guy because, as some people say, I'm too nice and every time I try to hurt someone, either I feel guilty or it turns up against me. Now then, back to the story. Oh, but before that, I need to talk at least a little about my cousins, Jacob, 15 years old, and Marc-Alexander, 10 years old. They both have brown hair, are a little more outgoing then I am, and most important of all, we all love: 1) Chocolate Cake and 2) Pokemon. All right, now back to the story. It was a clear day in the afternoon and boy, were we bored. Even though we've tried everything: swimming, hide and seek, tag, even 'I spy with my little eyes', nothing worked. We were as bored as a board(no pun intended). Desperate, falling down on the wet grass, we all shouted together(quite a feat, if you ask me):

"How boring!"

So we all stayed for about half an hour, listening to the chirping of the birds and the wind singing it's soft melody, sometimes causing the rattling of the beautiful greenery around us. Suddenly, after that small pause, I sit up and asked to my cousins:

"Hey, guys, have you ever wished to be a Pokemon once?"

As the two looked at me confusedly, I felt like I needed to explain myself:

"You know: exploring places shrouded in mystery, discovering treasures beyond anything we've ever imagined, fighting bad guys all day, saving nice Pokemon in distress… having a freedom that's almost impossible to have here in this world.

-Well, I guess I did think about it once in a while, but you know, with all that's happening around us, it's kind of hard to get a moment for ourselves, said Jacob.

-Yeah, and anyway, everyone knows Pokemon don't exist, so what's the point of dreaming about it", said Marc-Alexander. So then, I looked at them, with a challenging look and said with a challenging tone (I mean, what's the point in having a challenging look without the tone. I mean, come on, people!):

"How'd you like to try again?

- HUH?

-Oh, come on, if all three of us are alone, we're bound not to get anything, but if we all wish together, we could at least get a small message.

-Come on, man, this is ridiculous, it's never gonna work.

-Please, just once?

-All right, fine. But if it doesn't work, you're gonna get it.

-Hmm, charming", I said with a tad of sarcasm in my voice. So in order to make the 'connection' work, we decided to sit around in a circle, join our hands together (even though we were a little embarrassed) close our eyes and think together:

'I wish I could be and live like a Pokemon!' And so, our mixed thoughts have joined up to the sky (or so I thought, anyway). At first, nothing really happened: the birds were tranquilly flying from tree to tree, chirping goodbye to the setting sun, and the wind was still humming it's soft song, gently caressing our face. Then, all of a sudden, everything stopped: a few dewdrops from the trees seemed to have stopped in mid-air; the birds suddenly stopped mid-flight (they were just standing in the air) and we couldn't even feel the wind anymore. It didn't just calm down to nothingness, it just… stopped. This was obviously scaring all three of us. We all opened our eyes to see what was going on and then, out of who knows where, a blinding light suddenly came from the ground, forming a big circle all around us, then it got cut by a thick line in the middle of it, which was then cut by another circle, this time, much smaller then the former. Then, all of a sudden, a strong wind came up, becoming stronger and stronger as time went by. After that, everything around us disappeared, including the grass under us. Then, it struck me: we just got caught in a tornado!

"Whatever happens, I shouted, don't let go! Hang on with all you've got!

-No need to tell us, we weren't going to, anyway!" Personally, I think I'd rather spend a week with Justin Bieber (and you could never understand how horrible this would be for me) than to let go. We held on as much as possible for what seemed like forever. But after that forever period, Marc' hands began to suddenly loosen up.

"Marc, You can't let go, we have to stay together!

-I know, but… I can't… hold on… much longer… AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

-MAAAAAAAAARC!" Jacob and I shouted as the tornado was pulling Marc-Alexander away from us. Soon after, the worst possible thing happened to the two of us: we let go as well.

(Normal P.O.V)

The tornado pulled away the three boys from each other, each landing in a separate part of a new world below them: Marc-Alexander fell in an old house on top of a mountain; Jacob, in a really big lake; and Raphael, in a forest.

(Raphael' P.O.V.)

As I fell into a deep slumber, caused by the fall, the cuts and bruises, but mainly because of the shocking experience, I barely had time to notice my body shrinking and some weird creatures looking down on me before I fainted.

Now then, I hope you liked this first chapter. So, as you may have already noticed, I am very much into descriptive stories, so my readers can locate themselves the way I do. Also, you may have noticed that I'm not the funniest guy on earth. So, R&R, instructive comments and/or ideas for the continuation of this story are welcomed, but not flames (even if I don't know what that is). See you next time! :D