A great flash of purple illuminated the island and disappeared in an instance. It left behind eight figures on the beach. The shortest figure ran over into a light cave. "Quick! Follow her!" A soft yet clear voice shouted as they and another take a third figure to the cave. The other quickly followed behind. They entered the cave and reached a wooden door. "Gardevoir!" A deep yet gentle tone loudly whispered as the green haired creature turned and opened the door of the group. They rushed inside and closed the door behind. "Put him on the table!" A second male voice demanded as they placed a gravely wounded young man on the table. A blonde haired woman was crying as she gripped the man's left hand repeating, "Don't die on me Grey.."
It was a blazing hot day in a desert of Arizona. A young man was walking home from school. He walked along a path next to an old rotted fence kicking dust up with every step that covered his once black vans. He stopped underneath a small tree and unzipped his black jacket to let the cool breeze in. He removed his dark grey hat and runs his fingerless gloved hand through his jet black hair. "It's so freaking hot out." He said in a deep and annoyed manner putting his hat back on. He stepped out from under the tree and continued along the unmarked path. Out of nowhere a minor dust cloud appeared in front of him causing him to cover his eyes. A few seconds, the man look up to come face to face with a surging gate of energy and space. He slowly stepped back slowly with a face of horror and curiosity. Before he could do anything, a giant pink and white claw pulled him in and closed behind. He looked around frantically at just an empty void terrorfied. "Calm down human." A booming voice demanded as a giant four-legged white creature with a giant ring around it's waist appeared before him. "Arceus… I'll be damned. I figure there's only one thing that can control Dialga and Palkia." The man said leaning back and floated in place. The god chuckled at his joke and exclaimed, "I'm sure you are curious why I called you, a human of a non pokemon world." "Enlighten me." He yawned looking at his watch. "Well, We have been told that everything that we know will end during the final battle of the Genesis Tournament." Arceus explained floating around the man. "Why not let the Dexholders know of this?" He questioned the god. "Because they aren't powerful enough. We need a trainer of new. One who doesn't play by own world's rules. One who can show the holders their true power." He argued proudly. "And that person is me?" He asked dumbfounded. "Correct. But you will lose all your memories except a selected few and the rest will be put in a replacement body of you for now." The pokemon told him teleporting us to a gigantic room with a large table. "And what memories will I keep?" he asked as he examined the carvings of the ancient pokemon on the walls. "Only the ones about your experience of pokemon." The god spoke blandly sitting at the head of the table. "There is also one other condition." A gruff and deep voice stated as the ground shook near the young man. He looked up and stared straight into the eyes of the keeper of time, Dialga. "Let me guess you want to revert my body back to when I was ten?" He asked plainly as the man walked away from the pokemon. "No, back to when you were seven. So you can adapt to the world." Dialga answered following him. "Do you accept Mr…" Arceus said. "Just call me Silver." He growled glaring at the god. "How about Grey?" He questioned curiously staring at the young man. "Grey is just fine." Grey answered adjusting his dark grey hat. "Do you want to start out with the original Dexholders?" Arceus asked. "No. Take me to Unova. I don't want any distractions as well as not mess with their paths." Grey told the god standing next to him. "Then the deal is done." Arceus said extending a leg to Grey. He took it and replied, "I want to know who I really am by the age of fourteen though." and disappeared in a flash of blue light.
A young boy appeared unconscious next to the lab of Professor Juniper. Outside of the lab, two children of the young age of two were playing together. Their names were Black and White. White was running away from Black and ran into a bush tripping on something. "Oww!" She cried in pain turning over to see what made her fall. Black ran over and peered through the bush and saw the older boy on the floor. He ran inside the lab and was quickly followed by Prof. Juniper. "My Arceus.." She gasped and quickly picked up the boy and took him to Black's house with the two following behind. His mother let them in and Juniper set the boy on the couch. "Where did you find him?" Black's mother asked. "The children found him next to my lab. But he is wearing clothing too large for him. I don't know what to do with him?" Juniper replied. "We can take care of him. I'm sure his family is worried about him." She told Juniper taking the backpack and jacket off of the boy. Black and White looked from around the corner with curiosity. The boy groaned and rolled over. "He's waking." Juniper said as the boy sat up. He looked around confused. "Son, are you okay?" Black's mother asked him. He nodded staring blankly at her. "Do you have a name? Where's your family?" Juniper asked. "My name?.. My name is Grey and I have no family. I'm a child of the forest." Grey replied seriously staring at her with cold steel grey eyes.
Well that is the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading it. If you have any questions, just ask. See ya next chapter!