**Author's Note**

Sorry. Now, I wanted to do this with as much respect and dignity as it was possible for a Pokemon historical fiction to be. I had a Bulbapedia tab open at all times when writing this, and I did much research on Ms. Frank. And another objective was to be sympathetic to the historical character's human natures, regardless if that overlapped with certain actions or not.

As for the Pokemon I created, I spent several hours crafting their movesets, abilities and stats. The Eeveelutions(Aereon, Titaneon) have the same base stat totals as all the others, even roughly the same Pokeathlon stats as the others. It actually takes some work to make a new Pokemon that isn't poorly balanced or grossly overpowered. The Ice type line I created, Frozgar, its baby form and evolution, were to be a counterpart/foil to the Magmar and Electabuzz families. Again, they had roughly the same base stat totals. Even their signature move, Frost Needle, was created while viewing the list of move variations on Bulbapedia. Going further still the third of my original Pokemon appearing here, Xenio, had stats based on the averages for the others in its group.

And there is only one reason a certain character appears in this story. The idea was too enticing to resist.

All the thoughts will be bracketed with ~. Like, ~What is Neil Gaiman doing on Arthur?~ Pokemon speech translations will have one at the beginning.

So, as you'll see, I put a lot of thought into the execution of this tale. The idea, however, you can blame on the Terrible Crossover Fanfiction Idea generator.

Enjoy?

Chapter One

Anne sighed as she sat in her room, staring at the wall. It had been a memorable birthday, where she had received many gifts and sweets. Oh, the sweets. They had come from some of Anne's many admirers. Though she was a cute girl, Anne had a vitality in her spirit that attracted many boys at her Jewish school.

But right now, Anne was holding the most dangerous and precious gifts in her hands: two Pokemon balls. She had received a whopping five of them, hidden at the bottom of other gifts. Three had been empty, one of which was an actual Great Ball. The other two, the ones she held in her hand, were occupied: one by a Ponyta, the other by a Meowth. She was assured they were strong Pokemon who could help her out in a pinch, though Anne had trouble believing that. Everyone knew the Jewish had to obtain expensive licenses to own Pokemon, and even then could only use them to compete in sanctioned Jew only Pokemon Contests.

~What kind of gift are they, really? I have an expired license and can't afford another, and father says that fiend Hitler is moving to bar Jews from having Pokemon altogether! I would have preferred The Myths of Greece and Rome, or some other book. Maybe even a diary.~ Anne looked down at the balls containing her new Pokemon for a moment. ~Well, it can't hurt to get to know them for a bit.~ She reached under her pillow and took out the Pokemon ball holding her Wartortle, Calypso. ~Please don't make too much noise...~ "Calypso, come out!"

The Pokemon ball opened; a ray of light shot out into the middle of her room and when it faded Calypso stood there. The blue turtle-like creature stood up on its hind legs, and looked to Anne expectantly with its wide muddy brown eyes. "I have two new Pokemon. I just wanted ot see how you'll get along for a little bit."

~Two Pokemon?~ Calypso thought, gathering Anne's meaning from the two balls she was holding out. ~Is she watching them for a friend again? It's been a while...~ She watched as her owner released the new Pokemon from their balls: a Ponyta, a light cream-colored horse 'mon with a fiery mane and tail; and Meowth, a feline Pokemon with a large head and an oval golden coin on its forehead. The three Pokemon looked at each other in silence, before Calypso waved her hand and said, "War, waaar." ~Umm... hello, I guess.

"Pony-taa," Said Ponyta, with a nod of it's head. "Pony, ponyta taaa, pony." ~But, this room's kinda small, though.

"Meeowth," ~Don't worry, "Meowth meow me. Meow meeeow meow meowth." Said the Meowth, sitting on its haunches and gesturing around the room. ~We'll be fine. City people are nice.

Calypso nodded, and pointed to Anne. "Wartortle, tortle. War, wartortle war." ~My trainer, too. She's very smart. Calypso turned to Anne and said, "Waar, tortle?" ~Say something?

"My name is Anne, and this is Calypso."Anne patted her Wartortle on the head. "I don't battle or do contests much, because it's dangerous to do so. But I'll take care of you the best I can." She leaned forwards and rested her chin in her hands. "Mostly though, I'll just talk. My teachers call me a chatterbox; so I suppose I do ramble on a bit but it's great to have someone who'll really listen. I mean I have several friends but it just seems situational, somehow. Or something else. I don't know."

Calypso looked to Meowth, and Anne. "War?" ~Wrestle? She took up a stance so Anne would understand her challenge to Meowth.

She did, and shook her head. "Not today, Calypso. It's too late at night, and we've got to sleep soon." Anne nibbled her finger nail as she thought for a moment. "But you two will need nicknames first." Meaning Ponyta and Meowth. ~From the Norse tales, for the Ponyta... Ah!~ "You," Anne spoke to the flaming pony, "Will be called Sleipnir."

~A name? Finally; I hate the way my last trainer said Ponyta!~ "Pony!" ~Thanks!

"And you..." Anne said to the Meowth, "Will be called Moortje." ~That was our last cat's name...~ "My parents love cats, but they run away an awful lot. We've never had a cat for very long." Leaning back on her bed, Anne yawned and set the Pokemon balls on her stomach. "I'd love to let you stay out overnight," She whispered. "But it's time for bed. Goodnight Calypso, Sleipnir, Martje..." One by one they were returned to their balls, and tucked into the pillowcase.

-The next day, after school-

Anne was riding her bicycle home from school, along with her friend Jopie. "So, what was the 'extra thing' in your present from Peter?" Jopie asked, slyly.

"It was a Ponyta, most likely his old one." Answered Anne, giving away nothing.

"I thought he still liked it. I guess it's just him growing up; a Ponyta isn't terribly manly."

Anne smiled. "Or maybe the Ponyta was too manly for him."

Jopie maneuvered around a rain puddle. "But it's a good match for you, I think. I bet you'd like that American Pokemon, Milotic, too."

"Oh, yes! I'd love a Milotic! But they're so rare, I can't imagine how I'd get one."

"Maybe your father could trade for one? I don't know."

"That's an idea," Anne said, as they rounded the corner to her street. "But I doubt he'd be willing to trade his old Blastoise."

"Speaking of Blastoise, how's Calypso?"

"She's as fine as she could be, staying in her ball most days." Anne sighed wistfully. "I introduced her to the Pokemon I got for my birthday last night."

"How many Pokemon do you have now?" Jopie asked. ~She's had Calypso for ages, and that Rattata ran away...~

"I have three now..." Anne saw her house up ahead. "Perhaps I'll have more someday, and be able to go on a proper Pokemon adventure." Jopie and Anne had a short, silent conversation about how that wouldn't be possible until certain laws were repealed. Coming to a stop, they leaned their bikes against the wall. "Are you sure you can't visit for a bit?"

"Yes... you know how mother is about me staying out too long. Maybe tomorrow, Anne." Jopie reached into the basket on her bicycle, and pulled out a small blue package with red trim that had a suspiciously familiar "K" inside a circle; if you turned your head side ways it looked almost exactly like a Pokemon ball with a bow. However, this was not food for humans. "Here; Uncle Reuben's 'Special of the Day'. Calypso likes the extra sweet oran berry poffin, right?"

"Yes," As Anne accepted the poffin package from Jopie, her front door opened.

It was her mother at the door. "Anne? Could you come inside quickly, I need to tell you something." Anne said goodbye to Jopie quietly and hurried over. "Come in," Anne's mother closed the door. She led her daughter to the table, and sat down. "Earlier today, your father told me of a new edict from Hitler, which 'should be strictly followed by all those of Jewish heritage'."

Anne's spirit sank. "What is it?"

"It's lengthy and vague, but essentially it limits the number of Trainer Licenses to one per family." Misses Frank smiled. "And after talking to Margot, your father and I decided for that person to be you." She put two Poke balls on the table. "Your father's Blastoise and my old Magikarp. We haven't battled for years, and it only made sense to pass them on to you."

~Calypso won't be all alone anymore...~

"Your father should be exchanging the licenses after work, and you should have your new one tomorrow." Glancing down, Misses Frank spied the package of poffin in Anne's lap. "We also bought more Pokemon food from Uncle Reuben's. I think you could throw a nice little party for all your Pokemon now..."