Terran ran down the hallway as his next class was about to begin. Dodging people by the dozens, he neared his next class: Homeroom. State tests were coming up, so a homeroom class was set up to review materials. However, his class always goofed off and had fun for the twenty minutes they were given. "Hey Mr. Connors," Terran greeted when he entered the door. The teacher merely waved, engrossed in his iPod. Terran went to sit in his regular seat, next to his best friends Mark, Scott, and Nathan. Scott was hassling Mark about the usual things: band, grades, life, and whatnot.

After twenty minutes of arguing whether or not Marks latest girlfriend was cool (She most certainly is NOT), the class was dismissed and Terran's day droned on as usual. Or so he thought it would. Terran entered his home, only to hear his TV turned all the way up. His parents were glued to the screen, watching a monster movie, which was extremely odd. His mother usually watched Lifetime specials, not monster flicks. Curious, he sat down to join in. What he saw was truly terrifying.

"This is Tom Harding reporting from Downtown! The city is being overrun by strange creatures that no scientist has yet to be able to identify! If you are between Red Anderson Street and Greenwood Avenue, please quickly evacuate by following law enforcement to safety! Right now we are getting a close-up on one of the largest creatures out here, and it appears to be a large, green BEAR! *Background* "Snoooor!" "I'm sorry everyone, but we need to evacuate the area. Please stay tuned for an aerial shot of the scene coming up. I'm Tom Harding with Channel Seven News!"

"I know that thing!" Terran exclaimed, much to the surprise of his parents that he had walked in the door. "That's a pokemon—from my game! It's called a Snorlax!"

"A…Pokemon?" Terran's dad looked and sounded aggravated at him. After all, this was a serious matter!

"Yeah! And those bulls are Camerupts, and the gigantic bulldogs are Granbulls, and then…" Terran went on to name all of the monsters flashing on the screen. When his parents refused to believe him, Terran pulled out his Pokemon Soul Silver guide, pointing to all of the pokemon in his book. His dad had no other choice but to accept this truth: these most definitely WERE pokemon.

"So what can these things do," his father asked with apprehension. "Are all of them as dangerous as the ones on screen?"

"No," he replied simply. "Pokemon are supposed to be kind and gentle. I don't know what's going on…"

Terran never had the chance to explain things further, for a group of tall and rather angry Gyarados had just used hyper beam, destroying all the homes within a mile and a half radius, and those living in them.

Fast Forward Ten Years

"Alright trainees, listen up." The voice was cold, mechanical even. It came from Lieutenant Gearhart, training the first ever USA Pokemon Trainer Unit. After the creatures first appeared ten years ago, the president saw fit to counter-attack. Weapons were of almost no use, for some of these creatures were psychic and could stop bullets in their tracks. Others were too well hidden to be able to attack without putting civilians at risk. So in spirit of the realm they were spawned, a pokemon trainers division was created. It was not easy obtaining the pokemon to utilize in this unit, live ones were taught from birth to hate humans. But the eggs were also available. A team of Spec. Ops were sent in and captured the eggs necessary for this plan to unfold. No guarantee was available which pokemon would hatch, but through a special process, they were all ready to hatch at any second.

The pokemon were usable, but the humans were a different story. After much testing, it was decided that adults didn't have the sense of creativity and trust to command a pokemon. But the youth, they were detached from reality just enough to be able to pull this off. Young adults ranging from fourteen to seventeen were enlisted and entrusted with America's only hope, a pokemon partner. Together, the teams would attempt to communicate with both the opposing sides. Bringing peace was the most logical option, for much was already learnable from these beings. And with a small cracking sound, the world's greatest chance took In its first breath.