Prologue
The sun had just begun to rise as the rooftops of Pallet Town came into site over the horizon. The sun cast its rays over the choppy ocean water, causing it to sparkle as if someone had strewn diamonds across its surface. As the ship bobbed up and down in the waves, a young man, no more than 19 or 20, leaned forward onto the ship's cold railing, taking in the sight of the approaching land. A cool breeze was blowing, but he didn't notice. It wasn't until the ship was almost into the harbor that the other passengers began to stir and make their way onto the deck, where their cheerful chatter brought the man back to reality. He took the appearance of the others as his cue to leave, and made his way back below deck without saying a word.
They had wondered about him during the whole trip. His quiet demeanor was accented by what seemed to be a deep sadness. His defining feature, however, was his eyes. They were a dark brown and were extremely piercing, but this was not what fascinated the other passengers. A fire burned in those eyes, the likes of which most have never seen before. Those who had knew that he was clearly very determined to do something, but what exactly it was would have to remain a mystery, as no one had dared to try and talk to him, and he had kept to himself for the entirety of the journey which was now drawing to a close. As the passengers disembarked, they saw the quiet man walk off alone towards the town. There was no one waiting on the dock to greet him, no one to give him a hug, to tell him they'd missed him, to offer to take his bags. All he had was his red pack, which he had slung over his shoulder, and the clothes on his back. He walked with determination, however, and quickly vanished into the crowds of people making their way to work.