No one was sure how it happened. How everything fell apart so quickly, how life's comfort and triumph was torn down into the dirt that now clouded the air. The ground was no more than a puzzle full of cracks and missing pieces. Trees were either ripped from their roots or the soil merely spat them out. Fire burned uncontrollably, turning grassy plains into fields of dry sour ash. The sky was dark with black clouds yet it never rained. The ocean's tide rose and its waves became violent.

The remains of human civilization were crumbled and rusted. Cities turned to wastelands of rubble to which no sound was made other than the violent winds and tremors that appeared at random. The cracked streets and roads held little more than abandoned cars. Sandstorms came and went, further damaging structures and blanketing the land in dirt, dust, sand and ash.

The most chilling feature of all was that the only sound was the whistle of the wind. Altaria never sang their lovely tunes, Murkrow their raspy notes. No giggles from Aipoms or hoof beats from Ponita. It's as though this world was forever stuck in winter's silence, forever in danger, forever lost.

In the Hoenn region, the city of Rustboro laid in a dusty ruin. It's sandstone brick roads, craved up by intense natural forces, led to an abandoned Pokemon center. A building, larger than it, stood weakly next to the center. A large crack ran up the close side of the tall building, splitting off its side. The side closest to the small red-roofed center. The sound of brick falling and breaking sliced through the town quiet tone. The building's fractured side slowly leaned then broke away, the massive slab smashed into the back half of the Pokemon center. The front glass door exploded with dust and fragments, along with a single enlarged Pokeball. It landed and rolled to a stop, it snapped opened releasing its captive Pokemon.

The white silhouetted Pokemon sat until the glow faded, giving way to its lavender pink fur. It slowly waves its two tipped tail, twitched its ears then opened it's eyes. The Espeon sat looking ahead at what was once a city. He quickly turned around to his trainer but only saw the ruined Pokemon center.

The red paint on the roof was chipping while the white Pokeball symbol held a deep gash in the middle. The white body of the building was stained with ash, dirt and blood. Espeon stepped lightly and carefully over the shards of glass before him and looked in through the doorway. Only a large pile of rubble showed while the stench of death soiled the air.

Espeon slowly backed away in wide-eyed shock then frantically looked around.

"Jessica!" he called. He was unable to sense her presence. "She couldn't have gone too far." he assured himself. He walked over to his Pokeball which laid on the ground, still enlarged and opened. Espeon lowered his head and sniffed it. A small crack sounded, and like a dark surprise, the crack scattered across the entire ball. Espeon's mouth hung open and his brow lifted as his Pokeball fell to pieces.

"No!" he cried in confusion as he pushed the pieces into a pile with his paws. Tears formed in his eyes as he stared down. He looked away and gritted his teeth. A gust of wind blew, ruffling his short fur and sending the shattered material into the breeze. Espeon watched, his ears drooped. He then slowly made his way down the road.

Espeon walked the cracked and crumbled road and stopped in front of a small tan building. He sat and looked around once more at the ruined town.

"What in Arceus' name happened?" he asked quietly. He let out a small cough then looked back at the building before him. All the windows were broken and the steel frame for the glass front door was smashed in to a hill of rubble inside.

Espeon hesitantly walked up to the entrance, the inside behind the rubble was just darkness.

"With no sun, everything is dark..." Espeon was at the foot of the frame. The long fur along his cheeks twitched as did his tail. He quickly reared back and prepared a fighting stance. His whiskers twitched again, his body began to shake as two pairs of red eyes glared at him from the entrance.

"Dark types..." he told himself, "S-stay b-back!" His warning came more like a stutter. He slowly stepped back, the two glares snarled at him. "Mightyena?" he asked himself. He pressed his ears back, while the hair along his back stood on end.

The dark figures fell down the pile of rubble and out of the steel frame, they playfully wrestled with each other. Espeon sat up, his ear twitched as did his eye.

"Poochyena..." he corrected himself annoyed. The two pups snarled at him and ran off. Espeon sighed and continued to walk.

"Best stay out of dark buildings, wouldn't want to run into any wrestling Mightyenas." Espeon paused, his whiskers and tail twitched into vibrations. Espeon quickly looked around, behind him was an approaching wall of sand and dust. Espeon's tail and ears drooped. "I don't think that really matters now!" he screamed as he ran to the closest building. It was similar to the building next to the Pokemon center only taller. The tower had a crumbled exposed side, which had a sort of ramp made of rubble leading up to one of its floors.

Espeon quickly ran into the building using the ramp. Once inside he fell to the ground whizzing. He coughed and felt the violent winds pass by. He looked back to see the wall of sand move on by. He stood up and chuckled in relief.

He was in a long hallway with doors scattered across both sides of the wall. Espeon started down the hall, huffing and puffing.

"Why is it so hard to breath?" he stopped trying to catch his breath. He sat and looked ahead, squinting his eyes. He lifted his tail in front of him and waved it quickly, noticing the small particles of dust and sand. "That'd be why." he coughed again, "I need air!" he complained to himself. A crash sounded, sending a shock through his whole body. He bolted down the hallway in fear, looking behind him for any pursuers. He then crashed into something.

"Hey!" called a rather irritated voice. Espeon groaned, he was in a wet place where thorns poked his chest and back. He opened his eyes to see he was in a large mouth. He screamed and struggled to get free.

"Would you pipe down?!" the same voice hissed, "Get out of there!" Espeon felt that he was being swung around, he then flew out and hit the wall. He laid on the ground, covered in drool and in a daze.

"Excuse me..?" he said wryly yet politly. Espeon shook his head and sat up. Opposite of him was a short yellow Pokemon with a large pair of black jaws protruding out of its head. It looked at him with big red eyes in annoyance. Espeon tilted his head and pondered.

"What's a Mawile doing in a city?" he asked. With new forms of easy transportation and trainer to trainer Pokemon trading, a large diversity of Pokemon appeared throughout the regions like never before. Mawiles, among many others, spread out over Hoenn but still stayed in their natural enviroment.

"Call it my need to eat." she replied. She turned her back to him. Espeon was facing her large jaw once again. His eyes widened and his ears drooped as he pressed his body against the wall.

"Wait, wait!" he cried.

"Would you stop screaming!" she hissed again. "I can't eat with that thing anyhow." she turned toward him and approached. Espeon was still pressed up against the wall on his hind legs. Mawile poked at his stomach, "You wouldn't be very filling anyway." Espeon looked down and noticed the PokeBlock container in her small back hands. She backed away, allowing him to return to all fours.

"Can I?" he started, nearly drooling as he leaned forward toward her container.

"Hey, back off!" Mawile shot back, pulling the container away. "I came all the way out here for this." she glared at Espeon while petting the PokeBlock capsule as if defending a Togepi. Espeon groaned as he watched Mawile eat with her back toward him.

She looked back at the pitiful pink Pokemon and sighed. She turned to him, "Do you have a name?"

Espeon seemed confused. "No, I've only been called Eevee and Espeon." he answered sadly.

"Well, Mr. Sap, my name is Snap." she gave him a small crooked smile then groaned. "Which one's your favorite?"

Espeon looked up, "Oh ummm, bitter?"

"Ugh! Be my guest!" she groaned with disgust as she shook out the cubic shaped snacks. Mr. Sap laid next to her as they quietly ate together.

And so began

the long journey

of Mr. Sap and Snap

in this Lost World