The thriving region of Serebii, an extremely large region shaped like a diamond, nearly tripling the size of Sinnoh. The hundreds of cities it contains are each unique, harboring different types of people and Pokémon. To the North rise great mountains, their peaks reaching unfathomable heights. To the East lie the industrial cities, cloaked by a thick layer of smog. In the South peninsula sits a great wooded area, with large forests separating the many small towns. In the West rests the uninhabitable volcanic regions. No major cities reside there, other than the capital. In the dead center is a desert, taking up a third of the region. In this area, underground tunnels and cities are used to escape the burning sun. However, it is due to the vast number of cities that each are often referred to by numbers. Important cities, such as the large coastal city of XY are given actual names rather than numbers, while smaller towns are often known as CT followed by a designated number. The government of Serebii is known as the Mod Council. There are many Mods that form the Mod Council. They attempt to rule the region with an iron fist, but those with more money can buy themselves some freedom from the Mod designated to guard their cities. Recently, the Mods have decided to obliterate the small towns scattered across Serebii, as they are of no use to them.
This is where our story begins. It starts in the quaint rural town of CT100, near the Southern peninsula and in the center of the Gemini Forest. A small town, consisting of no more than twenty small homes was CT100. A gust of wind swept across town, taking with it some of the various leaves from the nearby trees. Inside the largest of the buildings, the town hall, was where most people were often seen. In this hall, the citizens of the town would count one number per minute, attempting to reach on hundred before hearing of another attack from the Mods. In the past, numbers reached the hundred thousands, but now, the count was lower. With each passing day, attacks grew more and more common. The power of the Mods appeared to be legendary.
"Two hundred," spoke a teenager residing at the large central table. He was David, a seventeen year old who was outgoing and exceptionally mature for his age. Blue eyes accompanied by short brown hair decorated his head. He wore a green shirt with a pair of blue jeans. A single poke ball was attached to one of his belt loops. Next to him sat Patrick. He too was seventeen, but was not nearly as mature as David. He often went on quiet streaks, saying no more than the number at hand. He too had brown eyes, but his hair was a very dark brown, and glistened black in the sun. Today, he sported a gray shirt, with a picture of a Staraptor embroidered on it by his mother. Blue jeans accompanied this shirt, and he too had a single poke ball.
"Two hundred and one," whispered another person. He was twenty, and one of the oldest in the group of friends. Nobody knew his real name, but he was referred to as Gropius. He seldom said anything other than the next number, and only appeared occasionally. His eyes were a deep green, as was his hair, though it was slightly lighter and almost sea foam green. The other older member, Hope, was also twenty. She was always very peppy and upbeat. She absolutely loved having conversations too, so it was never a dull day when she was around. She had blue eyes, as well as silky light brown hair. Today she wore a tank top and a pair of blue jeans as well. A single poke ball rested in her hands. It held her dearest friend, which she would never let go.
"Two hundred and two," giggled Carrie, a sixteen year old girl who was close friends with Patrick. She never stopped laughing, and was extremely immature. She came and went, often disappearing for hours only to come back and say one number. Where she went, nobody knew. She had long black hair and brown eyes. Today she wore a baggy orange shirt and a pair of equally baggy jeans, making her look like a thug. No poke ball was apparent, as she had no Pokemon. A strong bond was apparent between her and Patrick, suggesting to the others that there might be something more between the two.
"Two hundred and three," sighed Max, the youngest of the friends. He was a mere thirteen years old, and certain conversations could not be held due to his presence. He generally did not understand the gravity of the current situation of Serebii, but it would not have been expected of him. He had brown hair as well as dark brown eyes, comparable to the skin of a Rhyperior. Finally was Keith. He was seventeen years old and quite intelligent. He had dark brown hair and equally dark eyes. A pair of glasses coved his eyes to help improve his poor vision. Today he wore his regular clothes, which consisted of a black shirt with the Go-Rock Quads logo on the front. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans, with a poke ball carelessly hanging from them.
"Two hundred and four. Hey guys, you want to have a practice battle sometime?" Hope asked, looking at her group of friends.
"Sure," replied Keith, careful not to say the next number and screw up the count. He stood up and headed for the door.
Suddenly, a large whistle was heard, and a ball of fire smashed through the side of the town hall. Flaming boards flew everywhere as did bits of glass and concrete. Other members at the count table bolted out, attempting the escape out the front door, but the entrance was blocked by the monster before them. A Tyranitar towered over them and released a Stone Edge on the group trying to escape and they were no more. Electricity crackled and shot through the roof, setting it ablaze in the process. Outside, beams of ice froze all in their path and flames ravaged the other homes. The Mods had come to CT100.