Prologue

"You wanna know what I want to be when I grow up, Hilda? A Pokemon trainer. No, wait! Not just any Pokemon trainer! I want to be a Pokemon champion!" Little eight-year-old Hilbert said to eight-year-old Hilda, as the two of them sat on a bench at the edge of Nuvema Town, facing outwards to the beach and the ocean beyond.

"I have that same dream, too," Hilda sighed. "I'm going to be zooming through those gyms the moment I get to have a starter Pokemon from Professor Juniper, and in three days, tops, I will be sitting in the champion's throne, waiting for you to show up- and then I'll beat you, big time!"

Hilbert simply laughed. "That's funny, Hilda. It's funny because it won't ever happen."

"It won't, huh?" Hilda raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Why won't it, then? Huh? Huh?"

"Because I'm going to be the champion." Hilbert replied. "I'm going to be stronger than you. Actually, I am probably already stronger than you! Boys rule!" He stood up, doing a little victory dance.

Hilda just rolled her eyes. "Apologize."

Hilbert stopped dancing, only to look at Hilda with a weird expression on his face. "Why should I?" He demanded.

"Because you're wrong." Hilda stated. "So say you're sorry, right now."

"No." Hilbert replied stubbornly. With that being said, he began to walk away from the beach, heading back to his home, and leaving Hilda to herself. I'll show him, Hilda said to herself. Hilbert has two more years to keep making fun of me, but my chance will soon come. Then, I'll show him.