Prologue
Pokémon...
How do we see them and what do we see them as in this present day..?
Are they just tools that we use in battles for our own selfish greed?
Are they for shows and performances in a big stage?
Are they there to be studied and used at their own free will?
Or...
Are they there for a more important reason?
Nowadays, people have tried to answer these questions for some time. Yet, one thing is certain...
Pokémon and Humans, Ying and Yang, Light and Dark, one cannot live, cannot survive, without the other.
But...
Before these times of peace ever came about, Pokémon where used for far worse...
Then just simple spar battles...
Or simple shows...
An old women seeming to be in her late eighty's say, nestled in what appeared to be an old rotting chair probably about the same age of herself, maybe even slightly older.
A Small possibly six year old boy sat in front of her gazing at her with his large blue oval eyes, his face totally emotionless. The moon gazed down upon a large town, well if you can call it a town that is...
This place was known as 'The Kingdom of Fiore...'
"Grandson" she spoke, calmly looking down at the gazing spiky blonde haired child. "Let me tell you a story, a special story of times gone by that I want you to remember till you're as old as me, a story that I pass to you from my grandmother ..."
The boy simply nodded still gazing at the older women listening with all ears...
"Ok..." she said silently, "it goes something like this..."
10 Centuries ago, Pokémon and Humans never truly saw eye to eye.
But...
There was something that both knew what to do...
Fight...
'The First and Last Great Pokemon War'
That was what it was called...
This war even today is still trying to be hidden in the shame of the countries that used Pokémon as weapons to kill one another. It was only when Fiore's Hero...
No..!
Our Hero, Sir Aron sacrificed himself so that the war finally came to an end...
No one knows what he did or what happened that fateful day and of course rumours and speculations came one after another.
Yet...
One thing is certain, it's thanks to him that today we can live as one with Pokémon and learn to accept and understand one another.
"Grandson... Promise me this..." The old women continued, seeing the boy come out of imagination brought by the old women's story and back 'into the room.' "I don't believe this story to be finished, I ask you my grandson... Find the truth behind the legend..."
With that the boy simply uttered two words, two simple words that brought joy to the fragile women's hurting heart.
"I... Promise..." he uttered, as he watched his grandmother fall into a deep un-wake able sleep, into...
The Aura...