A/N: This is the first part of a two-chapter prologue. It's probably going to be the most boring part of the story, but then again, when isn't it? Hope you guys and gals enjoy it anyways, please R&R.

Also, this assuming ORAS never existed.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, and I am not affiliated with Nintendo or Gamefreak. I'll make the disclaimer more interesting in later chapters, I promise.

My name is Wolf Alpha, formerly known as Jack Bravo. I'm 16, about 5 ft. 8 in. tall, but it's not as though I'm done growing. I have an average-looking build, maybe a little bit more mature-looking body than most guys my age, but not by much.

All I wanted was to be happy enough to enjoy most of what life had to offer. I never asked for any miracles, never asked for any huge favors, just a simple life. I guess life has a funny way of granting requests, because I got more than that, in a way I never imagined.

Six Years Ago

I woke up in the back of a moving truck, surrounded by cardboard boxes. The gray walls made me feel like I was in some sort of confinement. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, then looked at my watch. "4:30" I said aloud, to nobody in particular. My mom said I would be there by 5:00, but who knew how accurate that would be.

Mom… the thought pestered me all of the sudden. I tried to remember spending time with my mom, but couldn't think of anything except fuzzy fragments. In fact, I realized all of my memories were like that. That's probably for the better, considering it doesn't matter anymore. I thought. I could remember who I was, who my parents were, the new neighbors names, and where I was going clearly, so that was good.

The truck screeched to a halt, throwing me onto my back. I got up as the door opened. "Is this the last truck?" The Machamp, who had opened the door, asked. I nodded, and got out of the truck. I looked at the new house. I was fairly large, compared to our old house. So, this is Littleroot Town. I thought.I walked through the door, and stepped out of the way of a Machamp heading to unload the truck. I saw about 3 Machamps in the room, all of whom were using all four of their arms to unpack the boxes, and put everything where it belonged.

"Jack, sweetie!" my mom yelled, as she ran over and hugged me.

"Hey mom." I replied.

"Oh, these moving Machamps are so convenient! We don't have to do any of the work, and they're so fast! Look at them, they're almost done!"

"Cool." I replied. She always got excited when things weren't as much of a hassle as she expected, and she thought packing and unpacking was going to be this giant ordeal. She also just liked to talk a lot. "Why don't you check out your room? Dad left you a clock for your new room, why don't you go set it? Your room's upstairs."

"Alright." I said. I was used to her just talking now, she could say five sentences before having to take a breath, just because of how much she bantered. I went up the stairs, and went through the first door on the left. The room was pretty bare, but that was probably just because there wasn't clothes and other things stranded all over the floor. I took a look around, and went to the wall to set the clock. When that was taken care of, I walked back down the stairs.

"Thank you so much!" my mom yelled, as the last Machamp exited the room. she turned around, and as she saw me she said "Sweetie, why don't you talk to Professor Birch next door? I'm sure he and his wife would love to meet you. And the Professor said that his daughter, May, is just dying to meet you."

"Alright." I said

"Alright." I said, walking out the door. I was still trying to put together what she said, as she talked as though she was in some sort of competition. "Professor Birch, got it." I said to myself.

When I got to the house next-door, I knocked. A blonde-haired woman open the door. She looked like she was in her early to mid 40's.

"Can I help you?" she asked

"Hi, I'm Jack, I just moved in next door." I told her.

"Oh, of course, I heard about you from my husband! You're Norman's son, right? Come on in!" she said, as I stepped through the door "May's up in her room, I think, she's been dying to meet you." she said

"Alright, thank you Mrs. Birch." I said, as I walked up the stairs. 'This house looks almost exactly like mine.' I thought to myself. When I got upstairs, I looked through the door immediately to my left. It looked like it would be her room, so I stepped inside. Nobody was there, so I stood there for a couple minutes. I heard someone walk in the door, as the tip of a wire clothes hanger was then at my throat.

"Who are you?! Why are you here?!" the person asked. It was a girl, my age, about a quarter inch shorter than me.

I put up my hands like you would at gunpoint."I'm Jack, I'm your new neighbor." I said, as calmly as my ten-year old self could with a metal object at my throat, albeit a coat hanger.

"Oh, hi!" the girl exclaimed. She threw the coat hanger back in the closet, and put her hands behind her back. "I'm May, but you probably already knew that."

She was clearly nervous, I could tell by how she swayed back and forth, and the slight tremble in her voice. I noticed she had a Gamecube in her room. I found that kind of odd, as the Wii was already out, but I decided to keep it to myself. I had one as well, but that was just because I played Super Smash Bros. competitively, and Brawl was kind of… Meh.

"So, uh, what do you like to do for fun?" May asked. I didn't really want to talk, so I just shrugged my shoulders. "Do you, uh, like video games, or pokemon or sports, or uh…" She was clearly flustered at that point, her face a bright shade of red.

Seeing someone's face turn red was a rare sight for me, as my colorblindness made it hard to notice. It's not like I see in black and white, but it makes it hard to tell apart similar colors, as well as shade of red, green, and brown.

"OH SHOOT!" she exclaimed "I WAS SUPPOSED TO HELP MY DAD IN THE LAB!" May ran and got a pokeball from her desk and ran out of the room, her footsteps could be heard through the entire house.

I walked back down the stairs, and out the door of the house, not saying anything, as to avoid conversation. Might as well go visit dad. I thought. The thought of wild Pokemon didn't occur to me at all.

As I walked north, a little girl stopped me. I looked down at her as she yelled "Mister, mister help! I can hear someone screaming from over there!"

She pointed in the direction I was heading. Wanting to see what was up for myself, I replied "Alright," and started running north. The screaming started getting louder, and soon I saw a man in a white lab coat running in circles as he was being chased by a wild Zigzagoon.

"Help! Take a pokemon from the bag, and get this thing away from me, hurry!" he screamed.

I took a pokeball from the bag, and pressed the button in the center. An orange, bird-like pokemon with no wings came out of the pokeball. "Tor!" it yelled. I wondered in the back of my mind why pokemon said their name, or part of their name sometimes. I could understand them perfectly, and I was sure everyone else could, so it didn't make much sense.

I quickly pushed that thought out of my mind. "Alright, attack the Zigzagoon." I said, with an unusual clam. I felt as though it was the middle of summer vacation, no stress, no fear, just calm.

"Alright!" the pokemon yelled. It quickly took its talons and slashed the wild pokemon with them. I flinched as talons ripped through the wild pokemon, as though they were blades. I was surprised when the wild pokemon showed no visible injury, and instead just turned and ran.

"Good job," I said to the pokemon, as it let out what sounded like its best attempt to purr. I pressed the button on the pokeball, and the pokemon . I had guessed it was the Professor by the white lab coat.

"Man, you were great with Torchic! You're a natural!" he said. I turned to face him and shrugged. "Thanks for saving me." he said.

"No problem." I said. He looked me over, and stopped at my hair. My gray hair was not well kept, it stuck way up, but I just tied a bandana over most of it.

"Oh!" he exclaimed "You're Jack, Norman's son, aren't you?" I nodded my head. "Come back to my lab, I want to talk with you some more." I followed him to his lab. After a few minutes of him sifting through his belongings and talking to May once we got there, he turned to face me.

"Thanks again for saving me, I would be toast without you!" he said. May yelled goodbye as she left the lab.

"It wasn't that big of a deal, really." I said, hoping he wouldn't act like this forever.

"Even so, you and that Torchic were great. How about you keep him? You two were totally in sync."

"Uh, um-" I stammered. What he said took me off guard. My own Pokemon? Really?! Dozens of emotions swirled in my head at once. Then I remembered when the Torchic scratched the wild Zigzagoon. I remember visibly flinching as the claws slashed through the wild pokemon.

"Nah," I said, tossing the pokeball to the professor. I turned and headed towards the door "It isn't really my thing," I said. "I think he'd be better off with someone who will use him."

"Wha- are you sure?!" the Professor asked, clearly shocked by what I said. "You're a natural-born trainer, you two would do great, are you sure about this?"

"Bye, Professor Birch!" I said as I waved. "Thanks for offering!"

I walked out the door to the lab and towards my house. The town seemed nice enough, it was really hard to get lost.

When I stepped through the door to the new house, my mom said "Oh honey, what took so long? I was so worried!" I explained everything that happened, giving as little detail as possible, while my mom prodded my for details every time I didn't give every last one.

"Wow, really?" she asked rhetorically "He offered you a Pokemon, and you didn't take it? That was your dream, to be a trainer!"

I shook my head. "It wasn't as fun as I thought it would be." I said.

After our conversation, I walked outside, not really sure what I was planning on doing. As soon as I stepped off the property line, I May runs up to me.

"Jack!" she yelled at me in a concerned, and slightly annoyed tone. "You were supposed to meet me at Route 103 with your Torchic!"

"I gave him back to your dad." I said.

"YOU WHAT?! But- but… we were..." I didn't know where the "we" came from, but I decided to keep that to myself. "BUT WHY?!" she finally managed to scream.

I told her "I didn't really like battling, it wasn't that fun." I realized that it was a lie; I did enjoy battling; the rush; the way I felt. Something was off though, it was as though I wasn't supposed to keep that Torchic.

"UGH!" she spat out "Fine!" and with that, she stomped away. I couldn't help feeling as though everyone wanted me to become a trainer, as if it was some sort of mandated calling. I didn't care, I felt fine the way I was.

Five Years Ago

It had been almost a year since we had moved into Littleroot Town. I was coming home from working at the Pokémon Center in the next town over. I didn't have a static job, but I got paid to do odd jobs, and sometimes to help stock the Pokémart. It had just gotten dark, and I didn't want to get in trouble by my mom. I rode my bike through the tall grass. I didn't usually encounter wild pokemon, but when I did, I could usually maneuver around the, considering I rode faster than most people considered "safe."

I was nearly home when I started to hear screams. I rode as fast as I could home, my legs pumping at what seemed like speeds that should've broken the sound barrier. When I got near my house, I couldn't believe what I saw.

I saw a gigantic fire where my house was. I quickly got off my bike and was about to run towards the house when I saw a man holding my dad by the shirt.

"Where is it?! Tell us, or we'll kill her!" The man was about average height, maybe slightly below, and he had his hair dyed a light purple. He wore a weird outfit, almost like a costume.

"We'll never tell you anything!" my dad spat out. Blood was coming out of his mouth, and he was looking at mom, who was at gunpoint, being held by another man, identical to the first

"Fine!" The first man said. "Shoot her!" Mom started to scream. I was paralyzed by fear, unable to move, or say anything.

"I'm sorry, Julia." My dad said. I wanted to scream, to help, to do something, but it was as if I was being held by something else.

The man holding my mom pulled the trigger. I loud bang seemed to echo for eternity. That was it. My mom was dead.

"Shoot him too," a third man said. He was about a half-inch taller than the first two, with dark brown hair, parted to the front of his head, rather than the bowl cuts of the other two. He wore the same uniform as everyone else, except it had a few markings on it, as if to show rank.

"Yes, Commander Charon." The first man said. He pulled the trigger. Then he dropped my dad's body. He wasn't breathing. I felt a tear run down my face.

Someone else spoke up. "Any signs of the source?" the man asked. He was slightly taller than the rest, maybe by an inch or two. He wore a similar uniform to all of them, except he had a slightly darker shade of blue, and his uniform seemed to have more decorations on it, as if to make him look more important.

A third man identical to the first two said in reply "Master Cyrus, we found a pile of ash with an extremely large amount of it's DNA, that has to be it."

Wait a minute, DNA is only for living things, right? I thought, though the thought was somewhat overshadowed by the other events going on.

"Then it seems we've had some unnecessary bloodshed, Charon." The man, apparently named Cyrus, said.

The one they called Charon replied "Well, we would've had to eliminate the witnesses anyways. Don't want to be tracked down by the League, now do we?"

"I suppose not. Still, it's a shame we couldn't use it to speed up the process." said Cyrus, seeming slightly bothered. "Let's leave. You two, throw the bodies into the fire, make it look like an accident."

And with that, my parent's lifeless bodies were thrown into the roaring blaze.