Hello everyone!

This is my first fanfic so if you if you think there is something I could improve on please review and let me know.

Before I start with the story I want point out a few things:

I think that the main characters for black and white are actually around 14-15 instead of 10 years old

I also think that since in the games a brief glow indicates when a pokemon rises in level, that should happen in my story

I'm pretty sure this is obvious but just in case you don't know, pokemon can understand humans but humans can't understand pokemon.

Oh and also, I have a few ideas for the story but I need more, so please, if you have an idea for my story, please tell me. It would be greatly appreciated.

Ok that's pretty much it. Here's the story presented for your entertainment purposes.

Oh, almost forgot

Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon of anything of the sort, if I did, well, let's just say there'd be a whole lot less bidoofs in the world.

Darkness.

Its always been darkness.

Well, technically that's not true.

There was that one time. The few seconds after being born that I was outside and could barely see the light through my newborn eyes. Then, in a flash it was gone. I was imprisoned in one of those pokeballs that humans love so much. You see, from what I've gathered, I was breeded and out of my possibly tens of siblings I was the only one they didn't kill/release into the wild where they couldn't survive. The only reason I didn't suffer the same fate is because I have something called a timid nature (which makes no sense since I am in no way timid) and I am what the humans call a "shiny". The humans say that if pokemon have a different coloring they are special, which is ironic considering how they treated other humans who have a different coloring.

A certain amount of time, I have no idea how long but I'm guessing over two years, passed and the fake fields and forests inside the pokeball started to disappear. It wasn't too long after that that the sun dissolved and I was in an everlasting darkness.

Time passed.

I remember being bathed in some sort of electrical energy and a huge weight lifted off my body and I changed. I'm not sure how but I felt bigger, stronger. Not that it would be any use since I was trapped.

More time passed.

I figured that when you're in a pokeball you don't age because I didn't feel any different as time passed. I thought I would never be free of the accursed pokeball. And then, one day, it all changed.

(A/N): So, how was that? I know I was pretty short but I wanted to leave the next part for a new chapter. Again, if you have any ideas, comments or suggestions, feel free to tell me, it would help a lot.

Until next time,

-Axelgor