I'll have to be honest. I'm a simple guy, living off of simple means living a simple life. Just an 18-year old "kid", living at home and getting the education his parents told him he needs. I go to Square Rock High School. Geez, even the name screams boring. Luckily, this is my senior year. In 3 more months, I can be done with the place. Then I get to move on to college, which is pretty much the same, except I'll be in debt. Man, life sucks.

When I was younger I had often wished that I lived in the Pokemon world instead. Don't deny it, we all dreamed about it at some point. What wasn't there to enjoy about it? Exploring the world, befriending awesome creatures, partaking in epic battles…all without any responsibilities. That's a dream life if I had ever heard of one. Heck, Pokemon Trainers even got paid good money from all of their challenges, probably enough to make a living. Even if you weren't-

"LOGAN!"

Crap. That was a bad habit of mine. I start talking to myself in my head, and eventually I lose all sense of what's happening around me. Unfortunately, that "happening" would be answering a question in Calculus. I hate my life.

Well, that's not really true. I hate my teacher. Yea, that's better.

"Can you repeat the question again? I was still thinking about the last problem." Good save, me.

"Are you sure? He doesn't seem all that extraordinary to me. In fact, he's probably the one of the least interesting people I've seen."

"Oh yes. I'm sure. That blandness is exactly what I'm looking for."

"I'm afraid I don't really follow you."

"Think of it the same way as an artist. When you see a picture of, for example, The Lost Wailmer, you already know all about the painting. You know who painted it, what it means, and why it was painted. Now imagine that you see a blank canvas instead. It's boring, certainly. But the best thing about an empty canvas…is that they never stays that way. Eventually, there will be a spot of paint on it. Then a stroke, a circle, countless colors…it eventually becomes something completely new and unique! That is why this future Trainer will so extraordinary indeed."

"But what if something goes wrong?"

"Good fellow, the real question is what could go wrong? Whether he becomes a hero, a villain, or an outcast, this world always needs new people…and new ideas. Prepare to send him on his way in 10 minutes."

"The usual method, I suppose?"

"Actually, I was thinking we should try the abrupt method this time. I could use a good laugh."

The final bell rang across campus, signaling the end of the school day. Students poured out of the classrooms. Some of them immediately left for home, and some stuck around to hang out with their buddies. Logan was just another person in the crowd. Nothing really stood about him: Brown hair, neutral expression, and a minor case of acne. There was no reason to pay attention to him.

Until he collapsed in the middle of the hallway. Then people started freaking out.