"Touko! You said you have a dream… That dream… Make it come true! Wonderful dreams and ideals give you the power to change the world! If anyone can, it's you! Touko! Well, then… Farewell!" It was these words he said that stayed in the back of my mind for so long. Just before he left, it was these words that my enemy, my companion, my equal, and my friend said to me just before leaving. "Friend" however, I am not sure how much truth that title has when I think of him.
It's been three years now since then and I had left Unova in mid winter. However, it is summer now, and after three years of constant searching on my journey and my constant search for him and that dream so long ago, I am returning back to Unova empty handed it seems. No dream. No N. Nothing more than my old Samurott, who's been with me till the end, and a new companion who I gained on my journey, a Rapidash, I came across within the tall grass on my way through a wood. I have let Zekrom go very shortly after my departure with Unova. Zekrom wasn't meant to be my pokemon forever. No pokemon I've caught is meant for that. N had taught me that much back in Unova. I tried twice now to release Samurott but he has refused to leave my side. "I wonder…whatever happened to Bianca? To Cheren? Did they succeed in their dreams?" I question to myself constantly as I walk down the narrow path. I have been asking myself these kinds of questions constantly. "Will I see him again? Does he miss me? Does he even remember me? How much has he changed? Will he notice how much I've changed? Will we even see each other again?" These questions pounded at my brain until it hurt and to say the least, it had become annoying. "What does it matter what he thinks! I've done so much! Haven't I?" I would think to myself, in attempt to silence my screaming thoughts but the attempt was in vain as they only persisted until I was forced to give up by my own stubborn nature.
I scuffed and kicked a rock with my black boots that were once neatly fixed with pink laces but now worn out and a little dirty from the travel. I can hear the remainder of money I have left in my bag from this long journey, as they hit against my two used pokeballs. A couple moments passed, only enough to cover about two yards, before I would lift up my head to have my eyes greeted with a sign. This sign must have just been painted in the last few months because I recalled passing it in a sprint with its tattered wood and chipping paint. Now, it shined the words that spoke home to me. It was a welcoming to the end of a failed journey, the embrace of family and friends who would be there for me no matter what I came back with or without, and to say the least, a bittersweet greeting none the less. It felt right, as I ran pass this sign that lit so brightly in the sun, once again. I didn't doubt for a minute that it would have felt wrong had I not done so. The sign read the sweet words "Welcome to Unova" and with all its comfort it gave me, I ran down the path that was leading me home.