Prologue

It's funny, when someone always try to put pen to paper, you always think, where to start? Dearest reader, I have been asking this question to myself for the last ten minutes now. How the heck do these famous authors keep managing to produce these huge book series? This is freaking impossible!

Moving on, I'm told that home is where the start is, so let's begin from there, home.

My mother's name was Juliet Pariah. She was raised in an orphanage in the Sinnoh region, and when she later grew up moved over to Kanto. There, Mom became the baker of small town. Mom was loved by everyone there and they loved her sweets and desert too. Later on, after a night with a blind date that wasn't good fatherly material and nine months later, a little boy with dark brown hair and blue eyes was born, aka me. She decided to name me Mizu Pariah.

My childhood was a happy one. Mom would make her best deserts for me and I would always help her in the bakery. We would play games, tell stories, and she would let me watch the occasional action movie that most mothers wouldn't allow their children near. I always wanted to run the bakery with her, so becoming a Pokémon Trainer never really interested me, but a lot of people viewed me as weird because of that. I told Mom my decision and she said I can choose whatever job I wanted, and she will support me all the way. Growing up, I was somewhat of a shy person, so I never really made any friends. However, as long as I had my Mom, I didn't really notice or really care even. My life was perfect, right up until I was fourteen.

Mom was actually suffering from liver cancer since I was twelve. It was hard for her to hide it, just because she looked so sick all the time. She was going to the doctor while I was at school and pretended nothing was wrong for the rest of the day. One day she just collapsed at the bakery while I was school. I was told to go the hospital and then next thing I knew, I saw my Mom on a hospital bed connected to a heart monitor. The doctors said she only had a few minutes left, so I needed to talk to her while she was still... here.

And this dear reader is where the story really begins.

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"Mom?"

She looked so pale and fragile, like she was made of glass and the slightest gesture would shatter her. There were breathing tubes up her nose. She moved her head and looked at me.

"Hello, Mizu how was school?" Mom asks, with a little smile on her face.

"It was fine Mom. Same old, same old, I guess."

Mom laughed at this despite her situation. "Mizu, I need you to know something."

I didn't, no, I couldn't respond, fearing what Mom was going to say next.

"Mizu, I don't have much time left and I'm really tired, so please come closer and… hold my hand."

I do as she says, knowing what's about to come. Mom looked so tired, like she had gone a whole day without sleeping.

"Mizu… I only have a few minutes left on this Earth, so please… Listen to me. You are a wonderful boy and… You're one of the greatest joys in my life. I know you were looking forward to your birthday… But I don't think I'm gonna make it. So go into my bag… Look at your present; you'll know it when you see it."

I look into her purse and find a receipt for a Water type... Pokémon.

"A… A Pokémon?" I was a little stunned, to say the least. I never told Mom I wanted a Pokémon. Like I said before, I wanted to be baker with her.

"It's your very own… Pokémon. I bought it from a… Breeder yesterday. It should be here… in a few days… Mizu I wish I could stay with you… I don't think that is going to happen. Just know… I love you and… Even though I'm gone I'm… still with you."

"I love you too, Mom." There was a giant lump in my throat because I could literally see her fading away; I could see the life in her eyes go dim.

"Be… a good… boy…. Mizu…"

"Mom… Mom! MOM!"

They only sound that was made after that was the heart monitor going flat.