You know, I don't actually remember my father all that well. His name was Lucas. My mother told me that he was a great adventurer and trainer, and dedicated himself to his training relentlessly. He even once became a frontier brain. He journeyed across all six of the well-documented and explored region. He defeated many evil teams across his journeys, and had an experienced team. He seemed to be able to do everything. He was a master strategist, a quick thinker, brave, and a master breeder. He sporadically visited me between his journeys, bringing me a sweet or a trinket. One time it was a Lava Cookie, another a frozen Casteliacone, another time a Rage Candy Bar. Although he wasn't here most of the time, I loved him anyway. One day, I am told, he was given a mysterious flute, and told of its secrets. The last time I saw him, he told me and my mother that he was leaving to search for the mysterious Hall of Origin, where he said he would find an ancient Pokemon. Before he left, he handed me two Pokemon Eggs. I was five years old.

Seven years later, somewhere in Kalos…

Lance, Fire Punch!

My Ralts', Lance, fist engulfed in flame and slammed into the Duskull's face.

Duskull fainted!

Michael's Duskull crumpled to the ground, knocked out.

"Peter, can't you at least go a little easier on me, sometime?"

There wasn't much competition in Vaniville Town, where me and Michael lived. Me and my Ralts beat every other kid in the town. Mostly everybody used simple bug Pokemon such as Caterpie, but Michael, my best friend, used a Duskull.

Speaking of Duskull, I handed Michael an herb, which he fed to Duskull. The small ghost Pokemon shook its head and floated back up.

"Darn it Peter, one of these days, he'll really get hurt and you'll regret it", Michael complained.

"Doubt it. Duskull are very, very bulky for their level."

"No, they're not Peter."

"Yes, they are."

A voice called to us from across the field.

"Boys, Peter is right. Duskull has a defense rating of 90 and a special defense stat of... oh never mind", Michael's father said.

Michael's father was Professor Sycamore's assistant. Nowadays, he does all the research for Sycamore(Sycamore's getting too old for this stuff), but he tells us that Professor Sycamore used to be an awesome professor. Michael's father tells us that he gave my father and him their Pokedexes. Michael's father also used to know my father.

He turned to me.

"Anyway, I came to tell you that your mother was calling for you. You probably should go by, and check with her."

I live with my mother. She's single(widowed), but she claims she's still married. I guess she's still that attached to my dad. My mom was a strong battler back in the day, and she met my dad somewhere in Lumiose.

When I arrived at home, my mother ran straight up to me.

"Peter, I got a letter! From Professor Sycamore! He says that he thinks you are ready for a Pokedex."

"A Pokedex!? I'm not ready for one of those!", I shouted.

"Well, go argue with his granddaughter about it. He says for you to meet her in Aquacorde Town. It's really close, you know where it is, right dear?"

"Yup", I said, turning to the door.

"Wait! Before you go, take these!". My mother handed me a pair of blue shoes. "These are the running shoes. They're a lot easier and safer to control than roller skates. Also, you can see better in areas like Lumiose city."

Obtained Running Shoes!

"How?"

"Imagine there was a camera behind you that….nevermind. Hurry, try them on!"

As I put on the running shoes, I suddenly felt myself grow strangely lighter, and I could run

faster.

"Wow, cool!"

"I know, right? Good luck Peter!"