Atop great mountains wind flies into long valleys filled with fresh grass and over great seas of dark blue. Across this world the wilds are dotted with creatures both small and large, these creature posses strange abilities, strength that far exceeds even the most powerful man and grace to defeat any gymnast. Mastery of the elements and abilities to produce them from nothing. Minds strong enough to display their power to the world and a darkness deeper than all the shadows. We call them pokemon and for years they have existed along humanity as friends and companions.
In some lands trainers arose from the masses, breeders who comb these pokemon to perfection and ones who bare the dangers of dark, forgotten caves searching for rare powerful pokemon. Even still other lands lack wild pokemon and all the trainers there trade or even worse, steal. These lands have used pokemon and human interaction to create great things. Computers to communicate instantly, vehicles that travel great distances in short time. These lands are plentiful in pokemon and technology. This is not a tale of those lands, from the calm shores of the Kanto region stretches a far ocean, one that has defeated every human attempt at crossing it. Far to the other side lies the region of Lovell. It is very unlike any other place. The humans there expanded independently growing cities and towns turning the lands into farms and the rivers into canals. Without pokemon they remain stuck in an age of fire and steel. Here pokemon are rare, but not unheard of.
Everywhere came the sounds of struggle, or death and victory as a small unit cleared out a troublesome camp of raiders who threatened a major trading route. This was the perfect time to strike, the assassin leaned his head out of the bush to get a good view of his target. Commander Korina of the Silver Knights stood atop a hill overlooking the remains of the battle. She had left herself painfully undefended after she sent her personal unit to go flank from the back. He pulled his wicked blade and slipped into the shadows cast by the hill opposite of the sunset. The Commander stood on the hill one hand on her gilded sword hilt tucked away in its sheath and the other taking notes, her cropped blonde hair blown back by the wind and her armor gleaming from the quickly escaping sunset.
Tension unsettled his already shaky breathing as the sounds of battle came to a close slowly dying away, he couldn't wait any longer or risk the target escaping. It was a simple plan, brazzen and simple, he would rush up the short distance between the two, tackle her to the ground and ram his knife through the back of her neck. He breathed and charged, every second crept by. As his footfalls echoed in the time around him he realized that he had forgotten that he makes noise, noise enough that Korina turned with a horrified look. It mattered not that he had been seen, both assailant and target knew that there wasn't enough time for her to react.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the oncoming white and a calmer or more experienced man might have taken note but this one was neither. The Gardevoir appeared in front of the knight as the knife came down to strike. It came down with force and fury, only to revert direction. The realization came as his weapon flew far into the darkness away from where it could do any good. He had struck a force field set up by the pokemon to protect Korina saving the knights life. That evening drinks and merriment were had and Korina sat on the edge of the fires light, wiping the blood off her blade.