The following story is based on--no, make that inspired by the game Pokémon: Mystery Dungeon, Red or Blue version, it doesn't matter. I've thrown in so many of my own elements and ideas that I really have made it my own, so much so that the more devoted fans of the games may not like this at all. If you're one of those people, you can stop reading now.

Prologue: Your Personal Introduction

It was Spring; late Spring, when the sun would normally be shining bright in the sky and birds would be gliding along, chirping melodies to warm the entire rest of the day, but they weren't. It was overcast, clouds obscuring anyone's view of the sun and letting the entire land know that it probably wasn't worth the effort to get out of bed.

In a town populated entirely by strange but powerful creatures known as Pokémon, this was becoming quite average. Every single day there was one, two or maybe even three earthquakes rocking the land, opening fissures in the ground for helpless victims to plummet into without warning, along with other sad and unfortunate happenings. In the center of that town of Pokémon, Avalon Square, were frequent gatherings of the inhabitants, neighbors and good friends of one another to discuss the current missing persons, such as where they had last been seen and who might be the ones to attempt a rescue.

Rescue, because the moment one would leave the safety of the town or any other civilization there would start to appear masses of wild, vicious and unintelligent Pokémon. These beasts, if you'll pardon the usage, all seemed intent on harming anyone to come near them; if the lost weren't to be rescued within a day or two, it was incredibly unlikely that they would ever come back alive.

But just because one or two brave souls would volunteer to go out and attempt to save one of the current Missings, as they were now commonly referred to as, didn't mean that they would simply go march off to wherever it was that they were thought to be and go rescue them. No, after they accepted the job they would go to whoever had seen the Missing last to get information such as where exactly had they had disappeared and what kind of Pokémon they should expect on encountering in the area. Then, they would set off to the dungeon, constantly shifting areas formed from the recent earthquakes, and search for the Missing until they found them, felt that they were probably dead or the dungeon had started shaking again.

Now if you were in a dungeon and suddenly the earth around you started to violently tremble, would you want to keep looking for the Missing and risk your own life being taken or turn right back around and get out as quickly as possible, before your life might be lost anyway? That was the decision of many who underwent rescue missions, and the threat of death and becoming a Missing yourself was always something to consider.

For that one reason alone, there were very, very few Pokémon who dared to step up from the quivering society they lived in and volunteer to help. Those who did all had their reasons, be it the honor, the fame, the handsome rewards if they succeeded in the rescue or anything else, but it really didn't matter to anyone else. Someone could become a rescuer to somehow get revenge on an old enemy of theirs, but that didn't mean a thing to the ones who needed rescuing.

Actually, there were close to no individuals who went out to rescue Missings; those who wanted to help would join one of the Rescue Teams being created all over the place. These groups were usually made one day and abandoned the next, when the leader and founder decided that they didn't want to risk their own life saving others after all, or after they had almost already lost it in a collapsing dungeon. Because of that, there were few teams that actually lasted for more than a week, and even fewer that had a dedicated and brave leader.

Worse yet, there was one thing above even all of those dangers, problems and struggles: the question of what was causing the calamities. No one knew the answer, nor even how to begin the quest to have it answered. The aforementioned town with the Avalon Square, named Mourburn after its founder, had the most Rescue Teams of the entire land, and naturally they were expected to do something about that question. Still, all of the teams were continually busy with their rescue duties, dealing with the overwhelming amount of Missings and undergoing as many missions as they safely could each day. They never had any real rest, so there was no time to deal with how to stop more people from becoming Missings.

And with all of that explained, the story can now truly begin. Don't make the mistake of thinking that it will be something of drama, romance and thrilling adventure, for such a situation as I've just described simply wouldn't be constantly happy and encouraging. You should go ahead and know that the main characters that you'll soon be introduced to won't always find their soon-to-be day-to-day lives to be convenient; they'll need to work and put thought into their actions to accomplish their goals; above mere heart, they'll need intelligence, muscle, speed and courage.

But don't think that this will be a story of complete hopelessness and darkness, either; as it progresses conditions will improve, friendships will be made and hope will be gained. There will be times to celebrate and others to mourn, but you'll be learning this as the story unfolds, with the writing and releasing of each chapter. And with that, your introduction is now over, and so begins the adventure.

As you can see, I've changed some details from the game, such as changing Pokemon Square to Avalon Square, but I've already warned you about how I've changed so much. I'll add the first chapter tomorrow, as I've already written it, and hopefully someone will have read this by then. If not, oh well; I'll just have to deal with that.

Any suggestions or constructive criticism would be appreciated, if you have the time to give them. Without anything else to say that comes to mind, g'bye.