Chapter One: Akuen and the setting sun.
Atop the precipice overlooking the Eastern Sea stood a boy. The setting sun cast a long shadow behind him, making a dark mimic of his actions. The boy raised his hand to cover his eyes to look into the sunset, and the shadow copied. The sun cast a glow that set the sea alight with shades of orange and red, moving with the waves, paining a new picture with every movement. "It's so pretty," said the boy aloud, though no one could hear him. He sat down, careful not to fall from his perch, and hung his legs over the ledge. The shadow grew smaller with this movement, as if hunkering down to sit over it's own ledge. The boy and his mimic sat in silence until the boy broke the silence, "This will be my last sunset on Inizio Island, at least for a while." He sighed and stared towards the sun. Slowly the shape of a Wingull coasted across the sun, all black in the light of the sun.
He fell backwards and rested on his back. He pounded the ground with his fists, and said in a whisper "How can I be a Pokémon Trainer? I get my card tomorrow, which I've wanted for so long. Why am I scared?" He sat up. "Get yourself together Akuen Ouja," he told himself. He leaned over the edge and looked down into the water and saw himself reflected, though slightly tinted orange from the light of the sun. His hair was shaggy and blonde, the bangs falling down into his dark obsidian eyes, his hair also made his head look bigger in comparison to his small frame. The strings of his black jacket hung over the edge, and he played with them for a time. As he stared at the water and twirled the tangling strings he wondered, "What will my partner Pokémon be?" In the Gurando Islands starting Pokémon were based on the types of Fire, Water, and Grass, as was common in other regions. He would be given the choice of Oddish, Vulpix, or Poliwag. His father, a trainer himself, told him all of them would be good choices and to pick which ever one he felt comfortable with. But how could he choose? This was a major moment in his life, one that would never come again. He wished he could talk with his father, but his father was in Hoenn right now, competing in the Hoenn Battle Frontier.
He pulled himself to his feet and sighed again. The sun was getting low in the sky and he thought to himself, "I'd better get home. I don't want to be caught in the dark by myself." He looked one last time at the sun and smiled sadly. "Are the other island's sunsets this beautiful?" He asked to no one in particular. Then, he turned his back on the sun and walked.