Once there was a time, a time where there were Pokémon. They battled and lived with people, they were their friends. But we abused their friendship and their trust. Arceus became angry, and he threatened to remove the Pokémon that he created to be among us. The people who loved and cared about the Pokémon banded together on a journey to go and see Arceus at the Council of Legends. They went to ask him for a second chance, to prove that they cared. When Arceus saw them coming and herd their request, he smiled. He told them that he would bless them, the group that took the long journey to him, by giving their descendants the spirits of the different Pokémon that this generation called friends. He would not let the Pokémon stay though, he would not let them live on the world they called home because every person able to make the journey did not come. He did let specific Pokémon stay. Guardians of their homes. Only the chosen would be able to meet them, to test their strength against them, or if the pokémon wanted them to learn of their existence. Before they left his home he told them one more thing. He told them to tell their children and the children of others about the Pokémon, about this meeting, to keep the memories of the adventures they shared alive.

Many generations passed by after that meeting. The people did as Arceus instructed. They passed the stories far and wide. Those who believed were blessed. Those generations passed by in peace, but the people who did not believe found the blessed as freaks. Most shunned them, but the blessed never quit sharing their stories. One year the leaders of the unbelievers got together, they made the blessed leave as well as the believers. They became frightened, not knowing where to go. Most of those that believed lived in the Sinnoh region and on the old Pokémon Ranger Isles of Fiore and Alma. They welcomed the believers in, they gave them refuge. Those in Sinnoh and the Ranger Isles consisted of more believers than unbelievers so they were able to remain. Life went on, harder for some than others, but deep inside the heart of Mt. Coronet, at the Spear Pillar, Arceus was becoming very angry.

A few years went by and the unbelievers tried again to remove those in Sinnoh. The people stood strong and the unbelievers failed. But one believer, a Lugia being named Lunan, decided to go one step farther than just defending his home. He started an organization known as The Rescuers to help out those who believed wherever they are. He made bases in old abandoned areas around the Sinnoh, Fiore, and Alma Regions. He found the strongest of their types ant put them in charge of those bases. He then appointed groups of two or three to each of the groups. He watched over them and guided them for years, and when it was time he appointed someone new to his position. It went on in this manner for many generations with few changes up to today where our story begins.