A shooting star passes in the night sky.
Suddenly, a vision... A lush forest. Two monsters in a clearing. Are they... Fighting?
A purple blob... A ghost with a frightening, red glare? And a pink rabbit... With a horn? I don't understand...
… What? Is that a dragon? There's a ring of fire! Why do I feel so excited? So... Determined? The beast roars loudly, and my vision fades to black.
My senses returned shortly thereafter. But who... Who is this? An elderly fellow, in a purple shirt and lab coat... Aged by the strain of hard work and the years of knowledge attained from experience.
"Hello, there! Glad to meet you!" he greets heartily. "Welcome to the world of Pokémon!"
Who... Are you?
"My name is Oak. People affectionately refer to me as the Pokémon Professor."
I see... So... Where am I, exactly?
"This world... Is inhabited far and wide by creatures called Pokémon." Professor Oak pulled a small red and white sphere out of his pocket. It looked like a capsule of some sort. He dropped the ball on the ground, and a brilliant flash of white light appeared. Out from the light came what appeared to be a small, blue rabbit. It was much like the pink one I saw before, but... It's features were generally quite small.
"For some people, Pokémon are pets. Others use them for battling," continued Oak. "As for myself... I study Pokémon as a profession."
So that's a Pokémon... Just as quickly as the little creature showed up, the Professor pushed what appeared to be the "button" in the center of the capsule, and it shrunk it's way back into the ball.
"But first, tell me about yourself. Are you a boy, or are you a girl?"
Um, well... Last I checked, I was a boy...
"And your name?"
Hm... I suppose I'll go with "Raffaello."
"Right... So your name is Raffaello." The old man scratched his chin. Then his expression lit up like a torch, and he clapped his hands together one time. A boy appeared; about my age, height, weight. He had bronze, spiky hair and wore a silver dog tag with a black button-up shirt and purple cargo pants. As well as a smug look on his face.
"This is my grandson. He's been your rival since you were both babies," Oak explained. Suddenly, his expression darkened. "... Erm, what was his name again?"
"Grandpa, are you for real? It's Blue, remember? Blue!" yelled the boy, his shoulders shaking with rage.
Professor Oak pondered more, then smiled. "That's right, I remember now! His name is Blue!" Ignoring his grandson-who had his face in his palm-he turned to me. "Raffaello!" he began. "Your very own Pokémon legend is about to unfold! A world of dreams and adventures with Pokémon awaits! Let's go!"
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Falling...