Once upon a time, there was a woman who lived in Pallet town, Kanto.
The wind was howling and hail fell onto her house's windows like stones, but for the time being, she was content.
"Red."
She didn't know why she decided to name her still unborn baby "Red", yet it came to her mind. Perhaps it was because of the faded red cap on the table, or perhaps it was because she felt warm, as warm and as bright as the fire in the fireplace.
Well, not exactly fire, as it was electric.
Her mind trailed towards thoughts of a certain Professor Oak. This blasted winter had broken all the records temperature-wise for the past 20 years, and Pallet Town was stuck, unprepared. Roads became coated with ice and trees in the surrounding forest fell due to the enormous weight of the snow on top of them, cutting everybody off from each other. She hadn't seen him for the past 2 weeks.
She hoped he was okay. The man was nearly 60 years of age, and to top it all off, he had a new grandson! What was his name, Blue? Blue and Red, huh?
Chuckling, she suddenly realized she was tired, and yawned.
After getting up and making her way to her bedroom, she quickly fell asleep, even if it was only 7:00 P.M.
This is not the beginning.
No, the beginning happened long, long ago. "Red" was just the first chapter.
In the true beginning, there were only rumors.
Now, this was a time when people were superstitious, and many thought that Gengar were the spirits of the dead, that a Deerling's head flower would cure any disease if it was used to make tea, and the term "pokémon" handn't even been said yet. Rumors were common, spreading to towns and villages quicker than the wind, and most people with some education learned to tune them out.
Yet this rumor was of extra interest.
Only about 10 years prior, humanity had invented the primitive pokéball, a crude device which could capture Pokémon and carry them around. As it was only the first generation, they were prone to breaking if dropped and would deteriorate over time.
Despite all of this, humanity latched on to this invention, and many caught pokemon to keep as pets or companions. Other caught them to train them for entertainment battles.
Today, December 20th, a Dewgong and a Dugtrio were battling in the stadium. Many people brought signs cheering for their favorite competitor, while others covered their eyes, afraid to watch in fear of bloodshed.
The Dewgong had the type advantage, but the Dugtrio was fast, and Dewgong couldn't land many hits onto the Dugtrio. Suddenly, the Dugtrio changed tactics, throwing out a sand attack. The Dewgong howled as it tried to get rid of the sand in it's eyes.
"Dewgong! Use Perish Song!"
The howling stopped, replaced by a beautiful cry, and the Dugtrio's time on the battleground was on a timer. All of a sudden the Dugtrio went onto the offensive again, and quickly retaliated with a stone edge. The ground shook, and people clutched onto their seats as pillars of stone rose and struck the Dewgong right onto the bottom of it's stomach.
Clearly in pain, the Dewgong cried out once more, but it picked itself up again. She attempted a scald, hoping to at least get a burn onto the Dugtrio. The trainer, confident that the Dewgong would miss, ordered the Dugtrio to stay where it was. The scald hit something, as steam quickly filled part of the battleground. Only the cry of pain told everyone that the scald had indeed hit the Dugtrio.
"Dewgong! Finish this with Ice Beam!"
"Dugtrio! Try your Double-Edge!"
The two attacks collided with each other in the middle of the stadium, and a large explosion rang out. The crowd leaned forward, wondering what happened. Bets were already being whispered around the stadium.
All of a sudden, a wisp of a creature came out of the dust cloud and floated into the sky. It was transparent, with what seemed like ghostly eyes filled with the knowledge unknown to anybody, and a long, slender body like a Ekans. Nobody could get a good look at the creature, for it flew away, disappearing into the distance.
The dust finally cleared, to reveal that both the Dewgong and the Dugtrio had been knocked out.
It was a tie, the first for this stadium.
The crowd left the stadium soon after, as that was the last battle, and rumors began about the mysterious wisp of a creature.
Some said that it was a new, undiscovered species that had been sleeping inside the ground of the stadium, while others stated that it was a message from Arceus himself. Thousands of voices talking to each other and wondering what it was.
Eventually, the rumor died out, along with the events of that day. Time was cruel to ideas and thoughts that were not written down.
This beginning will never end, for as long as the universe and Arceus exist.
Never.
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