My name is Kai Samaria. I lived in the real world, in its dull monotonous grip. Alone, and wishing for something more. Playing Pokémon in the evenings helped me to imagine. To imagine something better. My name is Kai Samaria, and this is my Story.
I woke up, it was still dark outside. I felt alert which is odd; it usually takes a foghorn to get me up. Looking around my room, I realised it was different. For a first, there were stairs instead of a door. A messy desk had a computer on it, different from the one thought I had. I heard something padding up the stairs, and was freaked out when I saw a Marill walking/climbing up the steps. What the hell?
I suddenly clutched my head in pain, as two sets of memories crashed together. One was my 16 years of memories from the real world; the other was 16 years in Kanto.
"Marill?"
Spring (Marill) jumped onto my bed with a concerned look.
"I'm fine Spring, don't worry."
She curled up beside me and promptly fell asleep. I lay back on the bed, trying to sort out the mess
inside my brain. As far as I could tell, I was the same age, same parents, but where was so different.
instead of a life in southern England, there was a life of Pallet Town in Kanto. Those differences, I felt
being washed away. The real world subsumed by Kanto. I fell asleep knowing only one thing.
Tomorrow, I was headed for Sinnoh. I would meet Professor Rowan, receive a Pokédex and a starter.
From there I would travel the region, aiming to find a purpose for myself. My name is Kai Samaria, and
this is my Story.