'Adam…Adam…come, Adam…'

Adam was sitting beneath a large tree, looking out over Mistralton City from the hillside of Twist Mountain. The sun was beaming down, bathing the landscape in a rich, warming light. The only sounds were the chirping of nearby birds and the gentle breeze swaying the leaves of the trees around.

'Adam…Adam…come to me, Adam…'

The voice was louder now. Adam sat up, looking around questioningly for who it was that was calling him. But there was no one else there.

'Adam…wake up, Adam…come…'

His eyes opened to the darkness of his room. He sat for a moment, before coming to his senses.

"A dream, huh?" he said aloud to himself. Facing the ceiling, he felt warm as he lay in bed, the gentle breeze flowing through his open window, carrying the silence of the night to him.

'I thought I closed the window…' he thought, feeling the cool breeze waft across his face.

"Adam, wake up…" It came from behind his bed, near the window. The voice was clear, now, but still little more than a girl's whisper. Adam sat up and turned to face her.

A woman stood just outside the window, the moonlight covering her in a soft white glow. She wore a dark dress with white fabric over her chest. Her eyes were a very light shade of green—so light that they almost seemed to glow in the shadow of her face. Her hair was a light shade of blue, and hung down near her waist. For a moment, he forgot what to say, but he remembered what his mom had always said about acting like a gentleman when around a lady.

"G-good evening," he stuttered, surprised by the woman's beauty.

'So pretty…' Adam thought as the woman smiled at him through the window. 'But, wait…'

"How did you get up there?" he asked the woman, standing outside his window on the second floor of the house.

"I flew," she responded with a light laugh, keeping her voice low and quiet. Adam was surprised.

"You can fly?" he asked, his childish mind running away with the idea.

"Only a little," the woman answered.

"Cool!" Adam replied loudly. The woman looked surprised for a moment before raising her finger to her lips.

"Ssshhhh…Your mother is sleeping," she said, keeping her voice low, hardly more than a whisper. "You don't want to wake her this late, do you?"

"Oh!" Adam whispered loudly as he covered his mouth with his hands. "Sorry," he whispered.

"It's alright," the woman said. Adam looked at the slight smile on her face.

"I'm Adam. Who are you?" he asked quietly as he got up from bed and walked towards the window. The woman seemed to giggle slightly.

"A friend," she answered. "You weren't at the Tower, today, were you?" she asked him. He usually went to the Celestial Tower almost every day, playing with the ghost-Pokémon that came around, and praying for the ones that were buried there.

"I couldn't go today. I had a lot of homework from school."

"Ah…well, that's no good. They missed you, today." She reached through the open window, pushing the hair out of his eyes and grazing the boy's cheek with her gloved fingers.

'Her hands feel so soft,' Adam thought. He looked at her clothes again—a longer dress that looked like a ballroom gown, black with white going across her chest, light blue marks and tassels joining the black and white fabric together, with silky skin-tight gloves over her hands.

"Do you play at the Tower, too?" he asked her, thinking that she must have seen him there before.

"Sometimes," she answered. "I was thinking of going there, now."

"Now? But isn't it late? Would it be okay to go alone? What about the Pokémon that come out at night?" Adam asked, looking at the clock on his desk. It read 1:37am.

"A little," she replied. "Would you come with me? Then I wouldn't be alone."

"But, I don't have any Pokémon."

"That's okay," she said softly. "I'm sure we'll be fine if we go together." Looking into her eyes, Adam felt the urge to go to the Celestial Tower with her.

'I couldn't go earlier, after all,' he thought to himself. 'And it would be fun to go and play with the Pokemon, too.' With that, his eleven-year-old mind was made up.

"Yeah, let's go! But I have to be back before Mom wakes up, or I'll be in trouble." Adam went towards his desk and grabbed his shoes, coming back to the window before he put them on. The woman laughed gently, her light smile spreading across her face. She held her hand out to Adam, who took it eagerly.

"Let's go, Adam," she said as Adam lifted off the floor. She held his hand as he floated through the window and to the ground below.

"Wow!" the young boy exclaimed in a whisper. "This is so cool! Are you like a magical witch?!" The woman laughed more once they put their feet on the ground.

"No, no—nothing like that," she replied happily. Adam, still holding her hand, lead the way towards the Tower outside Mistralton, closer to the Twist Mountain entrance. As he lead the way, talking about the different Pokemon at the Tower and the games they could play, she smiled warmly at him, shifting her gaze down to their hands.

'I found you,' she thought to herself.