[A/N: My first story!

So hi and welcome, dear reader! Steamgear here bringing to you the product of over imagination and boredom. Yes, I know there are a lot of cliche Pokémon stories out in FF. Yes, I know I'm probably one of them. But because this is just a way for me to quell my writing thirst, no, I don't really care if you hate Pokémon stories or if you find that my story sucks so freaking bad. But yes, I care if you think I can get better! Constructive feedback is greatly appreciated if you point out where I fail and how I can fix it.

I'll probably deviate from the usual in the upcoming chapters. This is not an ordinary journey! Also, this entire region is from my imagination (Trohoh) and should not be copied at all costs. However the Pokémon in this stay the same.

Also, please forgive the miserable 400 word chapter! It will get longer, that I promise. This is only the Prologue!

Disclaimer : I don't own Pokémon or any of it's characters. I do however own Trohoh and any of my OCs.

I am not accepting OCs at this point of time. Anyway, enjoy!]

.:{ Prolouge }:.

[ Forever Trapped ]

However much I beg, I hope, I wish on those falling stars I've seen thousands of times – it doesn't work. The wishes I make don't ever come true. Simple fairy tales designed to enthrall small clueless children were all they were...I was a fool to ever believe in them. To ever trust that they would help me out of the hellish cycle of my life.

It's unexplainable how much I despise what I have become. The torture and blind emotionless facade tears me apart inside, even after all those years. I used to cry all the time, but now I realize that tears won't help my sorry state. Nor can hoping that a miracle will happen. Only I can save myself, can't I? But I'm too much of a coward at heart to make it happen.

I'm like a sheep, blindly accepting whatever comes my way and mindlessly heeding orders from a higher up. There are some people who like this type of treatment – having definite orders to follow and carry out, but I like being lost – or, at least having my own sense of direction, and being able to do whatever I want.

But that was then, when I had the chance to escape. This is now. I gave it all up, and I can't turn back the time. Arceus knows Celebi is laughing at my plight right now, after all I've done, why would she even help me?

I have no friends. No family. No one who I can really live to truly protect. I was taken from everything I knew, and now there is nothing else to me but the ever changing environments in which I am placed in, the missions to be followed or be faced with torture, and the knowledge that everyone hates you – all the same, there's nothing left for me anymore.

I wish I could die. Unfortunately, for my case, it's impossible. At the state I'm in, they'd do anything to keep me alive – making sure even the worst of injuries don't sap my soul from me.

I gave up a long time ago. After a few years, even the most flighty of them stop struggling and there is little positive to think about. I've met countless people, but they've failed to change me. And this mission is going to be like the hundreds of them I've already experienced – where nothing stops me from fulfilling what I was sent to do.

...Or will it be that easy?

Anyway, putting up the stone cold face is easy – I just wish someone would help me break it. To expose who I truly am underneath the cool, tough exterior – I'm not that self-centered at all, but nobody cares about my feelings, do they?

My dream is to be free, to decide who I want to be. Like the bright of the shooting stars, flying towards a happy ever after...