I just have something to say, after my friends looked at the intro slates (which is the poem below) and saw that I copied it from one of my favorite books, The City of Dreaming Books, might be plagiarism. So this is me saying I have nothing to do with any of the passages and I only use them for fun.

I own nothing of Pokemon, or anything written by Walter Moers.

Where shadows dim, and shadows mate,

In caverns deep and dark

Where old books dream of bygone days,

When they were wood and bark

Where diamonds from coal are born,

And no birds ever sing

That is the dread domain

Ruled by the Shadow King.

-Colophonius Regenschein

In the year 2193, a man dedicated to creating a childhood he never had, succeeded. With a style not unlike , he created the first of many. This man's name is Professor Archevald Oak, Samuel Oak's great-great-great grandfather. Archevald attempted to make a Pokemon, something thought up of a man called Satoshi Tajiri. He studied his research notes, built up the anatomy of the pokemon and studied the possible nerves of the pokemon Charmander.

But he needed a kick; something to jumpstart his research, as the current technology wasn't up to par of creating living creatures from scratch. So Archevald decided to take matters into his own hands and attempted to create the almighty god pokemon Arceus. He took the genetic samples of every living creature on the planet and the surruonding worlds, and moulded it into a single being.

He had succesfully created Arceus, the god of all pokemon. He created the Alpha Pokémon, Arceus. He asked for help from the God, and in return for giving life into him, Arceus agreed to give life to others so Archevald could make a world for pokemon.

At least that's what he told the god.

The sole reason Archevald created Pokémon, was that Earth and her Colonies were low on natural resources, but had access to enough to power earth for millennia. What they needed was a slave force. And Arceus gave life to millions of beings, which is just what we needed. We shipped the extras of to some empty planet on the edge of the Solar System, and took what we needed from that. Once he realized what he had done, Arceus attempted to 'cleanse' the humans.

Needlessly to say, we as humans didn't take kindly to the attempted genocide, and we defeated the god with everything we had. It took seven long, war-filled years, but humanity triumphed over god. After the long war, humanity continued using the living pokemon as slaves to build cities, mine for resources, and defend us from invaders.

Some humans protested the cause for slavery, and said that slavery has been outlawed for half a millennia. And some took it to extreme measures. They burned the homes of government officials that supported the law. They killed Oak and burned his body in front of the Capitol Building, and after nearly a century of fighting, The leaders of Earth and all of her colonies came together to repeal the act. They managed to repeal it, but barely. No one truly knows what the final vote was, but it was enough to repeal the P.S.A. Now Pokémon are pets, but some humans like to travel with some wild ones they've caught, and battle others to boost their own Pokémon. The people who are the strongest in each region are known as Pokémon Masters, something that reminds people about the wars many years ago. The Masters of each region are the keepers of peace across the planet, and have entrusted pokemon trainers that are incredibly strong enforce the laws. These people are known as the Elite 4. Now that you know what you need, please answer questions number 12-17 on the reverse side. Due Monday for full credit.

"Man, the teachers are piling on the work this week huh Jack?" Zack asked me. "It's almost like they want our heads to explode!"

"I doubt that Zack." I replied with conviction. "If we did, then they wouldn't be getting paid."

"Well that's true. Alright man, I gotta head to the tryouts. If I'm late, Coach will have my ass." He called over his shoulder as he went his way. I raised my hand as a sort of farewell and shouted my own goodbye.

"Alright man, good luck with that." He smiled, looking over his shoulder.

"Okay, see ya later!"

As I head over to my final class for the day, I suppose I could introduce myself to those currently reading. I'm not exactly tall, being just under six feet in height. I am incredibly skinny though, and all of my friends joke around that i'm anorexic. I doubt that greatly, as I can pack away food like nothing and literally shit out three pounds later in the day. But if you take one good look at me, it's obvious that I don't live a privileged life. My clothes are plain, there a little baggy, and I have a torn hole in my jeans right below my right knee. My shirt used to be white, but has gone and faded to a shade of grey. My backpack i've had since I was in sixth grade, and now being a college student, it's been small for a long time. I would buy myself a new one, but my little income has to go to something more important. Yeah, I don't exactly have the best place right now. Wait, why aren't my classmates going into Health Class?

I walked up to my next class to find a note on it, and some more of my buddies are crowding around it.

"Hey Erick," I ask. "What's this mean?"

Erick for future reference, is a kid around 5'10 or so, you know, about my height, is dark skinned, as he is from more of the south islands and is a vegan. He is one of those tinkers, the guys who see something and think that they can do better. Sometimes it works out for him, but most of the time it doesn't.

"You didn't hear? Mr. Perez got canned for spying on the girl's locker room. One of the parents walked by and saw him staring into the locker room, and by the looks of it, he was about to go in."

"Oh goody I love irony." I muttered while looking at the empty classroom. "So who's gonna replace the Sex Ed Teacher?"

"I dunno, but the school staff is letting us all leave early. Something about not letting any of the other teachers getting ideas."

"Damn Erick, that's just nasty." I really didn't need to hear that. "Well, if that's the case, I'll go home."

"Oh yeah!" he said, snapping his fingers. "I guess this is kinda of an early birthday gift to you, huh? Well happy birthday man!"

"Thanks. See ya Monday."

"Oh wait!" he tells me. "I nearly forgot your gift!"

He rummages through his black hole of a bag, and pulls out a small box.

"Here. This is really expensive, and I had to pull some favors to get it."

He gives me the box, but noticing the absence of anything that can open it, I ask him. But he ignores me and only says.

"Only use this in a tight spot. And trust me, it's got only one use, and no return. Once it's used, it will transport you."

"Transport me where?" but when I look up, he's on the other side of the hall, talking to his dad.

I walked to my car after a surprisingly good end to the day. To those of you who don't know me, I have the worst luck ever. 1 time I found a 10-dollar bill on the ground, picked it up, and got arrested because the cops thought it was counterfeit when I tried to buy a soda. Another time was, awhile back, some radio talk show host put out tickets to the midnight showing of a movie that was rated 'the best movie ever. Period.' By critics. I managed to win, but the tickets got lost in the mail. And when I called back in the radio channel, they told me that they never did something like that. The deciding factor that my luck is the worst, however, was when I was walking down the street, and some guy sprints around the corner, gives me a bag, and then runs away. About 30 seconds later, I get arrested again! I swear, my luck is like Murphy's Law: anything that can go wrong, does go wrong. Oh, here's my car. Hey, for once, it's not stolen! My luck seems like it's giving me a break today then. Let's just hope it'll start up.

I hop in my truck and set down the box Erick gave me. As I drove home, I couldn't help but replay those words he told me.

"Once it's used, it will transport you"

But transport me where? And where was that glint in his eyes? When he gave me it, he looked like he was at a funeral, mourning someone.

"What if he was mourning me?"

But I shook that thought out of my head quick enough. He might just still be sad that his dog Buster died. Besides, Erick might pull a prank on me from time to time, but never on my birthday. Not since I was 8, anyway.

I pulled up to a red light and looked at the box. It was a small box, about the size of a jewelry box, but looked as if it was ancient. With metal coating on it, and some small, strange words inscribed on it. Curious, I start to reach for it…

HONK!

Started, I didn't noticed that the light had turned green. Someone behind me must've gotten fed up at my ignorance of the light and honked. Miffed, I went forward to home. After a couple traffic jams and a brush fire at the edge of the highway, I get into my neighborhood. But before I can even think, my ancient phones text message goes off. I look at the message, and it only gives me a short message.

Have fun Jack.

Strange, but I shrugged it off as a crank call. I look up to park my car in my driveway, and a car comes blazing up the road and slams into my truck. Once it hit, everything seemed to go into slow-motion, and it seemed time had slowed down to a crawl. I looked to my right and saw the box, floating in the air. Only use this in a tight spot. Erick's words hit me like a ton of bricks. Without a second's hesitation, I grab the box and and squeeze it tightly. I feel my fingers slip into a set of grooves and the box opened. Before I knew it, a bright light enveloped me and everything went dark.

A.N. how was that everybody? I'm going to be posting this every so often, about a chapter every day or two. Hopefully I'll get some feed back and I'll be able to incorporate something. Anyway, I'll answer something you all may be thinking. Yes, Pokemon are extinct, but what do you think that box was for? PM me answers, and stay tuned for more, Pokemon: P.A.E.