"Many years ago, there was an evil organization called Team Galactic, whose aim was to take over the land of Sinnoh. Brought together by their stone-hearted leader, Cyrus, Team Galactic almost succeeded. However, their plans were stopped by Marcus and Rosaline, two spies who worked for the International Police. The two were experienced and well-trained officers, but Team Galactic was strong as well. Marcus and Rosaline managed to arrest scores of Galactic grunts and destroy their headquarters, but then were confronted by Cyrus. They fought hard with their Pokémon, but Cyrus managed to flee in the end on his Garchomp. The police arrived and found Marcus and Rosaline lying dead on the ground. No one knew how they were killed. Team Galactic was thought to be vanquished, but resurfaced again just a few months ago, with a new ambition to create another world. This time, they were stopped by Ash, Brock, and Dawn..."

"All right! I get it. I've heard this story so many times already Reggie!"

Reggie glared at his younger brother. "It's the story of our parents, Paul, and how they sacrificed their lives to help others. Have some respect for that."

"I didn't say I don't respect that. I just don't need to keep hearing the same old words over and over again", Paul said, and then went back to reading his book, called Effective Pokémon Battle Strategies.

Reggie sighed; Paul was impossible to negotiate with. They sure looked like brothers, both with purple hair (don't ask), though Reggie's was a darker shade. Paul's was just above shoulder length, while Reggie tied his back in a ponytail. However, their personalities were polar opposites. Reggie prided himself in being carefree and happy. He always tried to smile and keep a positive attitude. Paul, on the contrary…. Reggie couldn't even remember the last time he heard his brother genuinely laugh, and he rarely ever smiled. Most people called Paul cruel and heartless. Reggie refused to believe that. In fact, Reggie thought Paul looked a bit emo. Paul merely thought Reggie was pathetic. Right now, they were sitting in the living room in front of a crackling fire, safe from the raging storm outside.

"Hey Paul", Reggie said, "Remember how Mom and Dad always got really angry every time we wandered near the fireplace?"

"Yeah. So what?"

"Nothing. Just memories... I'll go fix dinner", Reggie mumbled, finding nothing else to say.

The house was rather large for one person, but Reggie refused to leave the place of his childhood. Memories anchored him here. Reggie lived alone. Paul was only here for a week or so before he sets off to the new Unova region. Having lost the Sinnoh league, Reggie knew his brother would train himself and his Pokémon harder than ever.

There was a small scuffling noise from outside. Reggie peered out the kitchen window and saw what he thought looked like five shadowy figures, but they disappeared quickly. "The rain must be tricking my eyes", he thought.

The two siblings ate in silence. Actually, Reggie intended to stir up a conversation, but it ended up somewhat like this:

Reggie: So, which Pokémon are you planning to take to Unova with you?

Paul: I'm not sure yet.

Reggie: Well, why don't I help you decide right now?

Paul: Humph.

Reggie: How about Electivire? He's quite experienced.

Paul: I suppose.

Reggie: So is that a yes?

Paul: I don't know.

Yeah, so Reggie pretty much gave up after that. Sometimes, he felt like he could give anything to see what's going on inside his unemotional brother's head. Reggie loved him more than Paul realized. Maybe even more than Reggie himself realized.

Suddenly, the ceiling lamp flickered. And then they went out. Their only source of light was the fireplace.

"It's probably because of the storm", Paul said.

"Yeah. Hope the maintenance people fix it soon."

BANG! The front door flew open, and Reggie immediately knew that the five figures he saw before weren't illusions. Four muscular men stepped inside their living room, followed by a tall thin man with dark blue hair.

"Saturn", Reggie said.