I've just escaped from the worst moment of my entire life. All I have here with me is a captioned photograph. I can't really make out what the caption says, because it's written in some sort of code. And it's too dark to look at the photograph. I sort of recognise the word 'Mewtwo' but I have no idea what that is. All I can see around me are trees, and very strange creatures in the treetops. I think I know what they are, but it's kind of fuzzy. I think they're Po… Poky? No, I remember now! They're called Pokémon!

I sit down and gather some sticks toward me. I pile them up. "Excuse me, Pokémon," I say, my voice ringing through the forest, "I need a place to stay. I have no idea about anything, where to go, what to do, even if I have a family! However, I do know my name. My name is Rosa, Rosa Stark. Please, let me stay here. I also need some help with cracking a code. If anyone of you can help me, please come to me, light my fire, give me some water, or help me make a nest for myself."

Not long after, the Grass-Type Pokémon, Bulbasaur, Chikorita, Treecko, Turtwig and Snivy used Vine Whip to gather grasses and sweet-smelling flowers into a nest for me. The Fire-Types, Charmander, Cyndaquil, Torchic, Chimchar and Tepig used Ember to set my sticks on fire. The Water-Types, Squirtle, Totodile, Mudkip, Piplup and Oshawott used Ice Beam to create a glass and then filled it up using Water Gun.

"Thank you all very much. Can you all accompany me on a journey to find my past and future?"

'No problem!' said the Grass-Types.

'Of course!' said the Fire-Types.

'Yes, we will!' said the Water-Types.

"Um… how are you able to talk?" I ask, very shocked. Oshawott comes up to me and rests its head on my knee.

'We have been able to talk for centuries,' Oshawott answers, its stone black eyes looking straight into my grass green, fire red and ocean blue eyes, 'but only one person in each region has the ability to understand our language. You're the person for Unova.'

"So, you're saying that I am in Unova? The region where Hilda became Champion and beat N, Ghetsis and Team Plasma?" Wow, I actually do remember something about this place.

'Yes, Rosa, you are.'

'We will follow you on your quest to find your past and your future,' calls Bulbasaur. 'In the meantime, though, I think it is high time for sleeping. You can make sense of everything in the morning.'

I drink the water – scratch that, I guzzle the water – and Squirtle leads me along to a stream. I strip right in front of Squirtle – not embarrassed at all – and take my hair out of the doughnuts they're always in. I slowly walk in to the middle, slipping and sliding on the smooth stones as I go. The cold water only just reaches my waist, so I realise that I have to swim if I want everywhere to get clean.

Squirtle gives me a pumice stone that glows in the light of the biggest full moon I have ever seen. I take it and put it to my foot –

'Wait, Rosa!' she cries.

"Why?"

'That stone is really special. The Rock- and Psychic-Types imbued it with a special energy that lets you change into someone that you're thinking of when used in this stream. You have to rid your mind of thoughts of your family and anyone or anything else, otherwise you turn into them.'

"Thank you, Squirtle." I rub myself all over with the stone, careful not to think of what my parents may have been like, or of anyone else. When I finish, I swim toward the moon's reflection, allowing the moonlight to cover me, showing off all my wonderful curves.

As I swim, a steady trickle of blood floats away from me downstream. I was wondering when it would finally come. I dive under and swim upstream toward a waterfall, my long, light brown hair streaming behind me. I climb up the waterfall, allowing all the sweat and grime to wash away with the water.

Soon I am standing on the very top. A valley is spread before me. I wonder what this view would look like during the day.

After about an hour, I dive back down the waterfall, head first. I swim back over to where Squirtle is waiting for me. I give her the stone, then walk out and pick up my clothes. I don't bother getting dressed or doing my hair again.

Back in the clearing, the fire is roaring and the Grass-Types are putting the finishing touches on my nest. "Thank you," I whisper, exhausted. I fall into the nest, overcome by the scent of all those flowers. One by one, the Pokémon get in the nest with me, covering me up. I fall asleep quickly.

If you are wondering where the X and Y starters are, I'm sorry that they won't be mentioned at all in this story. I don't have X or Y, or a 3DS for that matter, because my Dad won't let me get one. I was lucky that I even got Black 2 for Christmas last year! Once again, my apologies.

And I hope you don't mind that I decided to change the surname from 'Twohmon' to 'Stark'. According to one reviewer, it was tacky. Frankly, they were right.