Hello, people of the World Wide Web! My name is Mewone, and you have just stepped into the realm of my first fanfiction ever! This story is set right after the complete end of Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Time/Darkness/Sky, and follows the family of Gallade, one of the three members of the legendary Team Raider.

Note: I do not own Pokemon. Even though it would be so cool if I did, I don't.

"Aaaaaah! Mom-meeeeeeeeee!" Ralts cried, running away from some unknown terror as fast as his little legs would carry him. Gardevoir, his mother (and also the only Shiny Pokemon in all of Treasure Town), was so startled at his shriek that she nearly dropped the plate she was cleaning, only to save it in the nick of time by using Psychic to make it levitate. She placed it on the countertop, and ran outside her house on the beach.

"What's wrong, Ralts?" she replied, scooping him up in her arms.

"The Poochyena are chasing me again!" he sniveled, cowering in her arms. "They saw me walking by and just started chasing me for no reason!"

Gardevoir then looked up from Ralts to see Team Poochy standing up on the cliff facing her house. Team Poochy was a regular exploration team in Treasure Town, where they lived. She gave them a warning by glaring at them.

They got the hint immediately. "What?" the lead Poochyena asked. "Did we do something wrong? We were only playing tag with him."

Gardevoir sighed, still clutching Ralts in her arms. This was typical for Ralts to do, since he was one of the shyest Pokemon in Treasure Town. "It's okay, Ralts," she comforted him. "They were only playing a game with you."

Ralts didn't even look up from his crying. Gardevoir set him down onto the silky soft sand. She told him, "You don't want to be acting like this when Daddy gets here, do you? He doesn't like seeing an explorer's son crying." Ralts' father, Gallade, was one of the three members of the legendary Team Raider, along with Rhyperior and Roserade.

Ralts' crying began to slow down at this comment, but it took another full minute for it to stop completely. When his tears finally ceased, he asked, "Mommy, why do I have to be so shy?"

Gardevoir responded with the same phrase she said every time. "I told you, all Ralts are shy at first. It's just a trait of our species." But Ralts was worse than most other Ralts. His fears were more lucid and terrifying, and they had lasted far longer than they should normally.

"I'm back!" Gallade walked down the path to the house, but stopped when he saw Gardevoir on her knees, talking to Ralts. "Oh dear. Did he have another fright?"

"Unfortunately, yes," Gardevoir replied, getting up off the ground. She walked over and hugged Gallade. "I missed you," she said in a dreamy tone.

"I missed you, too," Gallade responded, wrapping his bladed arms around her. "I need to tell you something, honey."

"What is it?" she said, not looking up.

"It's about Empoleon, my training buddy. He was badly injured in a battle with Team AWD. Weavile snuck up behind him and slashed his back with a Shadow Claw." Gallade let go of Gardevoir and looked her in the eyes. "He may be permanently paralyzed."

Gardevoir's eyes started to water at the news. "This is why I am so happy when you come home each day. Time may be fixed, and Darkrai defeated, but the dungeons are no less dangerous than three Team AWDs." She placed her head back on his shoulders. "I can't stop worrying about everything. About Ralts not having any real friends. About what new evil is trying to destroy the world. About how you might come home in a wheelchair one day, or even worse, a cask…" She couldn't finish the sentence before bursting out in tears.

Ralts had absorbed all this information, and had pieced together a plan. If I find myself a best friend tomorrow, it'll prove to Mom that I'm not shy anymore, and she'll have one less thing to worry about, he thought. But who won't be scary enough for me to actually hang around long enough to like them?

Gallade walked the both of them inside. Unbeknownst to all three of them, there was a fourth Pokemon listening to not only their conversation, but their thoughts as well. The only thing that the three could've noticed of it was a slight shadow seemingly without an object to cast it. As dusk fell, the Pokemon teleported away, ready to go along with Ralts' plan.

The next day, Ralts set out to Treasure Town to put his plan into action. He tried to make friends with everyone, but was too afraid of them all to speak up. The shopkeepers all were too old and strong, the rescue teams' moves were too scary, and even Azurill scared Ralts when he almost jumped on Ralts' head. However, the shadow from last evening was still following him, and when Ralts was alone on the beach, it put its own plan into action.

"Hello."

Ralts jumped. The voice he heard came out of nowhere, and he started to panic.

"Don't run away again. I won't hurt you."

That didn't comfort Ralts at all. He started to run to his house, but was stopped by an invisible barrier. This made him freak out, but he had to be brave. "If you won-n't hurt m-mme, can you at least yoursss-self?" Ralts stuttered.

The invisible Pokemon laughed. It wasn't an evil laugh, but the type of laugh that someone has at a joke. It seemed to calm Ralts down a bit, but he still was shaking like a Tangrowth's vines.

"Alright. If it will comfort you, I will." As if by magic, a small, pink, cat-like Pokemon appeared floating in midair about a stone's throw away from Ralts. The sight of the small, and rather cute, Pokemon floating in midair completely dispersed Ralts' fears.

"Hello," Ralts said, his eyes peering out from underneath his shaggy green hair. "My name is Ralts."

"Hi, Ralts," the mysterious Pokemon said. "Do you want to play a game of hide-and-seek?"

Ralts' face lit up. "Sure," he responded. "By the way, what's your name?"

The mystery Pokemon smiled. "My name is Mew."

"I'm home!" Gallade yelled, as he walked in the door of his home on the beach. Gardevoir was sitting down on a stool at the island in the middle of the kitchen, and her two best friends, Froslass and Roserade, were sitting at the small coffee table in the living room, talking to each other.

"Welcome home, honey," Gardevoir answered, placing her cup of herbal tea down on the island. "Ralts isn't back, yet, from Treasure Town."

"I'm sure he's fine," Gallade said, comforting her. He then turned his attention to his teammate, Roserade. "Roserade, why are you here?"

She responded, "Rhyperior wasn't feeling well, so he told me to take the day off. I was going to tell you, but you disappeared."

"So I could've skipped sentry duty at the guild today?" he said in disbelief. "Dang it!" He slammed his Treasure Bag down on the floor and sat down next to Gardevoir.

"Not to change the subject or anything," Froslass piped in, "but why do you keep that little charm around your neck?"

"This?" Gallade picked up the yellow, star-shaped crystal in his hand that he always kept on a chain around his neck. "It was a gift from a Pokemon."

"Gardevoir?"

"No, someone in a dungeon."

"What does it do?"

Gallade looked up. "That's too valuable to tell."

"Mommy! Daddy!" Ralts burst through the open door of the house, all happy and breathless. "I made a new friend today! His name is Mew!"

Gallade and Gardevoir looked at each other. This was obviously a joke of Ralts', but they decided to play along. Gardevoir said, "Alright, what did you two do today?"

"We met on the beach on the other side of Sharpedo Bluff, and he asked me to play hide and seek with him," Ralts said, not slowing down a beat. "I found him twice, and then we played chase. Then we saw Lapras out on the water and we asked him to give us a ride. We sailed around for a little bit…"

This kid has one active imagination, said Gallade to Gardevoir telepathically. It actually sounds like he has the legendary Mew as a friend.

I know, Gardevoir telepathed back. Isn't it cute how he made up an imaginary friend? She smiled the filled-with-pure-happiness smile Gallade hadn't seen since she first held Ralts after he was born, and he smiled back.

"Do you want to see him?" Ralts finished.

Froslass stood up. "I would. In fact, I think all of us would like to see Mew." She winked at Gallade and Gardevoir.

"Okay!" Ralts said, excited. He turned around. "Mew! Where are you?"

"Here I am!"

The voice made everyone in the house jump, even Ralts, who noticed that the voice came from inside the house. As if by magic again, Mew gradually appeared floating in the middle of the kitchen, right above the island. Everyone in the house was awestruck. Here, floating right in front of them was the legendary Pokemon Mew!

Mew was puzzled. "Umm… are you all okay?" he asked.

Gallade was the first to break out of the trance. "I… am honored to meet you, mighty Mew," he said in a respectful tone as he bent to one knee.

Gardevoir was next to snap out of the trance. "I think I saw you earlier today," she remembered. "Lapras was out on the water with Ralts, but I mistook you for a Skitty." She snapped to attention. "No offense."

Mew smiled. "None taken. I am cute and cuddly."

Roserade and Froslass broke out of the haze simultaneously. Roserade said to Ralts, "You weren't kidding."

Ralts was shocked. "You thought I was kidding?"

Roserade decided to leave it at that.

The commotion in the house grew until everyone was talking at the same time, mainly questions to Mew. This is even better than the imaginary friend I was thinking of, Gardevoir telepathed to Gallade in all the noise. I will never forget this moment. A single tear of happiness rolled down Gardevoir's cheek.

Gallade embraced her in his arms. I know, he telepathed, in a calm and collected tone. Just like the day I met you.

Aaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnd… Bam! First chapter is complete! Yes, Mr. Non-Believer in Seattle, Washington, I said FIRST. This story is going to be a five-part one, and it is going to be awesome!

Please review. I can't handle my first fanfic ever not getting any reviews…*cries*