Pre Story Warning:

I do not own any Pokemon, despite how much I want to.

Also this is one of the many ideas I had for a story in a drug filled fantasy. Ok, I don't do drugs, but things get pretty boring in school if you know what I mean. Fantasy land can be obtained after you reach Nirvana and pass out.

Let's begin before this gets embarrassing.

Chapter 1

Milan was a regular kid, but I guess all kids are regular at 13 years old. He was not all that amazing either, he just had flat brown hair and was slightly muscular; if you looked close enough you just might see the emergence of a muscle. When he turned ten, he desperately wanted to become a Pokemon trainer, but his parents shunned him and told him school was more important.

His life was nothing short of unspectacular, with the occasional shock like a bad test score or a paper cut. He lived like clockwork, woke up, went to school, come home, go to bed, rinse and repeat. Day in and day out, the same pattern; but Milan had had enough. He wanted to spice up his life somehow, whether it is a trip to the amusement park or something outlandishly stupid. He wanted action now, and he hoped he would get some.

"What's up Milan? Trying to spice up your life?" Milan's good friend Davy had entered the library which was not hard to miss since he shouted rather loudly. The librarian told him to shut up which he laughed at. The librarian just took it as another stupid kid and ignored him. Davy walked up towards Milan, who was surrounded by piles of books.

"Wow man, look at these books! You don't expect to do all these things right? Let alone read them all! I mean look at this; Believe it or Not: Facts of the weird, Bungee jumping for beginners, cooking for kids, magic and voodoo: Complete guide?" Davy said continuing to skim through Milan's books. Milan looked up at his friend and gently punched him in the shoulder.

"That hurt man! What has you so uptight?"

"Just leave…can't you see I am busy?"

Davy just laughed and sat down beside Milan on the couch and looked at the enormous pile of books on the little table.

"You serious about this Milan?" Davy asked his friend. Milan looked at him. Something Milan had been thinking about made sense, but Davy didn't think he knew if it was good.

"Davy; brace yourself for my best idea ever!" Milan said trying to find a book. Davy shifted uncomfortably.

"Last time you had an idea; it resulted in dying my hair pink! It took 3 weeks to make my hair red again!" Said Davy as he began to protest but Milan had already found the book he was looking for.

"Check this out!" Said Milan anxiously. Davy sighed and shook his head. He then leaned over cautiously at what Milan was trying to show him. It was a book about magic. Davy groaned.

"You are so desperate for thrills you started believing in magic? Dude that stuff is for babies and idiots who are acting like babies!" Davy said as he tried to close the book. Milan didn't believe him and showed him a section in the book.

"It says one can obtain magical properties from many different sources, including a mixture of rare plants which are not listed, genies, and bloodlines." Milan said trying to reel Davy in, unfortunately it wasn't working and Davy began to laugh.

"Dude, I stopped thinking about that trash when I was like, 4 years old; I don't even remember because I haven't cared!"

"That explains your disgruntled child hood." Milan said as he looked further in the book. Davy was concerned for his friend now, just how far was he willing to go to get some excitement? Milan continued reading put suddenly put the book down. He looked at Davy with a huge grin on his face.

"Uh oh, what has your complex enigma of a mind thought of know?" Davy said to Milan just as he began to speak.

"The obvious solution is I need to find a genie."

The look on Milan's face as Davy burst out laughing was priceless. It was a mixture of embarrassment and betrayal, because his own friend wasn't supporting him. The librarian clearly had had enough and ushered the two trouble makers out of the library, tossing them out on the street. Davy was still laughing despite Milan's attempts to make him stop.

"A genie? A freaking genie? You must not be thinking clearly Milan; if I didn't know better I would think you had a Muk clogging your brain!" Davy said as he stopped laughing and wiped tears from his eyes. Milan rolled his eyes, but didn't do anything weird to trigger another laughing frenzy.

"Dude, imagine what we could get with a genie!" Milan said but Davy was having none of it.

"Dude, you listen to me. You can live in your little fantasy world all you want, but when you come back to Earth, you need to see me so we can talk. For know though, I think we shouldn't hang out. It might hurt my rep if I am seen with a psycho like you!" Davy said. Milan was crushed. How could his own friend betray him like this? They had known each other for so long, they felt like brothers. Milan's whole world felt like it was caving in on him. His friend had left him and he was alone now. Alone to face the challenges ahead just because he believed that finding a genie would solve his problems.

Davy walked away, and Milan noticed he didn't look back. Milan pulled out his cell phone and pulled up an internet browser. He thought to himself 'why didn't I just look at my info on my phone? It would've been less hassle…' Milan smiled at the thought. He searched for genie bottles in his area. A couple stores came up, which Milan dismissed as fakes. Then one interesting link appeared on screen. It said that Madame Mama was giving psychic readings with mysterious artifacts. Milan stared at the link. He desperately wanted to click it, and when he did, he realized the link had disappeared.

Milan was curious at this, but did see the location before the link vanished. It said 111 Pupitar Street. Milan started to run towards their and was lucky enough to live close by. He could make it before dinner! He started to run faster now and he stopped dead in his tracks. Before him, down the street, were burnt buildings and ashes.

He stared, open mouthed at the sight before him. Where could 111 be? He ran down the block, looked at the severely burned numbers on the houses. He noticed it was a dead end street, but as he approached the dead end, he witnessed a rather odd sighting.

The old, black, charred remains of a house started piecing themselves back together to form a mansion. He could only stand their, as the house rebuilt itself.

When the house was finished, it was a shade of grey with 3 floors and a vibrant gold door on the front.

"Come in…"

Milan jumped at the voice. It sounded old and raspy, like that of an old woman. He slowly made his way up the front steps, which were nice and firm. He approached the front door cautiously because he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not. The door swung upon to reveal a light mist covering the inside of a well decorated room. The room had candles everywhere with no outlets or electronics anywhere. Milan walked in the room, the door slammed behind him. He turned around.

"Do not be afraid…I know what you desire…"

Just as the voice finished speaking, through the fog, he could see the emergence of a woman. She came in the room wearing a long purple gown, covering all her body. She wore a veil, to cover her eyes Milan assumed. She proceeded to sit in one of the chairs in front of a purple clothed table.

"Sit. I will not bite. All though I may surprise you…" She spoke with a tone of sleekness that surprised Milan. She talked like most girls at his school. He sat down in the chair across from him and stared at the woman. She smiled and took off her veil.

"You desire a lamp of a genie, is that not correct?" The girl asked. Milan realized this was not a woman, but a girl about 17 years old. Milan shook his head.

"Excellent. Now, the spirits say you shall find what you desire before the day is through…"

"That is all fine and dandy, but where did you come from? How did that add appear on the internet?" Milan asked. The girls smile faded. She became serious, with a look of grim on her face.

"In the year 1998, this entire street burned down after Moltres exploded into flames, at the height of its power before its death and the birth of a new. Moltres didn't make it to its home island though, because of someone attempting to obtain it. Moltres' trip was delayed, it exploded in mid-flight. At the same time, another was reported to have come from a volcano of another area. The flames were so intense, those who were outside burned to a crisp and those that were inside, were melted. The inside of a house became a sauna and anybody who had to suffer the fate of watching your own life dissolve was a tragedy."

Milan stared. He couldn't believe this, he was never taught anything of this significance in school.

"Why are you here? Why did the mansion bring itself back?" Milan asked. The girl smiled again. Milan had a strange feeling he was not going to like what he was about to hear.

"This house was around for over a thousand years. It contained spirits of the deceased which were wicked than others. When the house burned down, the spirits found their way into peace. The ones who lived in this house were not so lucky. I was a girl ready for a date. My life ended as I sat in front of my vanity. I watched as I lost my life, my beauty, my soul. I had to stay in this house until I could be released by someone asking for help."

"Why until someone asked for help"

"Because, only then would my life be complete. It had been my life goal to help people, in the most spectacular of ways, but when I died, I didn't achieve my goal. I decided to stay until my goal was achieved."

Milan sat their taking this all in. It had no significance to him really, he was just a little wary of the convenience of her being here.

"Why me, though? Why not someone else?"

"Lord Arceus did not approve of small deeds like reviving someone's old dead Lillipup or helping someone find love. He wanted more, and with you, more he got."

"What happens now? Do I go home?" Milan asked still unsure of his placing in all of this. The girl smiled.

"Yes, you may go. And now so can I. I recommend taking the forest behind the house. It will lead you to your house. You can call it a short cut." The girl began to glow. Milan ran out of the house, slamming the door behind him. The house started to glow as well and then spontaneously burst into flames. Milan watched as the house crumbled away.

"Thank You!" Milan called. He noticed the girl floating high in the air. She lost her human physique and became a formless orb. She then descended in to the sky. Milan decided now he should leave. He was about to run back down the block when he noticed the forest behind the mansion. It was vibrant and lush; Milan thought that the trees and wildlife returned only a couple years back because he noticed the trees weren't taller than 8 feet. He ran into the forest, dodging tree stumps and dead dissolving roots and he ran in what he thought was the direction of his house.

About ten minutes in, he came to a steep ledge or rock. Thanks mysterious ghost girl, for sending me to my death, he thought to himself. He wondered if he could cross, without slipping and breaking his neck of course. He gulped loudly and noticed below, what looked like a thick field of grass and wild Pokemon running amok.

He started to make his way across the steep rock wall, when it started raining. Great, just great. Milan didn't loose hope because the girl had said he would find what he sought for by nightfall. He grinned a grin of courage and made another step. He was about to laugh a triumphant laugh before he lost his footing and began to plummet.