The legends of my country speak of a fantastic world; a world very different from our own. This world, they say, is the source of all life in our world: from humans and pokémon to the smallest microbes.
Two powerful pokémon are said to have opened the door between these two worlds, bringing this world of pokémon to life. And, as fortune would have it, they are known to dwell in the very waters of the Kerona Sea, which surrounds every one of our islands.
Despite the prevalence and fantastic nature of these stories, though, we all know that we are so separated from the actual events (if they happened at all), that we have forgotten our origins. They are all submerged in centuries of legend.
This world is our home now.
My father used to tell me these stories as he put me to bed. I often dreamt of that strange land of my ancestors; and every time, the images I created in my sleep were narrated by my father's voice.
But that voice continues to fade, even now. My father is no longer here. On the day I got my first pokémon, an explosion in one of the labs he worked in took him away from me. Everything was destroyed, burnt to nothing.
I couldn't do it; I couldn't leave home. So, I stayed until I was 13. I went to school, I continued with my life. My dreams no longer feature his voice much, but that explosion has haunted my nightmares ever since.
And then, my cousin Darnell turned 10. And I realised: I'm ready now.
I will start my pokémon journey, just as my father did. I will pursue my love of water pokémon — inherited from my father — and become a trainer that would make him proud.
So, my cousin and I are finally setting out to catch, train, and battle pokémon to become the very best. We each have something we want to prove. I just want to be the kind of trainer that my father would be proud of.
With my water pokémon's help, and I will put out the fires of the past, and claim the future.
Are you ready?
