Summary: This is the story of a young Pokemon Trainer who has long had a dream of seemingly cliché desire of journeying across the Lendo Region. To become one with his Pokemon, and above all, to become "the greatest master of them all". And yet he soon finds that by becoming a Pokemon Trainer, he has taken on more than he had ever bargained for to begin with.
Disclaimer: I have no ownership over Pokemon, nor do I have any desire to. I'd lose the case even if I tried…
Prologue
Everything about the sky above Westlan City suggested the day-by-day approach of a seemingly unavoidable cataclysm. And yet, people still managed to live on without a care in the world regarding to the inevitable. Yes, people are nothing more than mere sheep that graze upon the fields of Routine, bleating chaotically whenever the solace found in their "comforting meadows" is ultimately disrupted. They are oblivious! They are unaware of what is occurring right under their very noses. Instead they choose to needlessly fight each other, whereas their talents could be put to a more beneficial use. What is to be gained from war? One side is the ultimate victor, while the other endures a painful, humiliating defeat. Nonetheless, neither side is truly victorious, as both factions suffer multiple casualties. Casualties! What is there to be gained from forcing upon one red badge of courage after another to be pinned upon each and every chest of each and every fatality? Nothing, my friend. Nothing at all.
And that is why I have taken it upon myself to root each the homicidal and suicidal weed known as humanity itself.
This is my mission.