Prologue

Does anybody really think about where they go when they fall asleep? Sure, some people dream about flying in clear blue skies and others dream about swimming in the deepest oceans, but after the experience is over they just shrug it off and move on with their lives. Nobody thinks too hard about the area that they were in. I'm being truthful here, but you might not believe me; those places are as real as you and I am. Of course, I might not even be real. As far as you know I am just the confusing and philosophical narrator: but I'm not.

I am not the narrator of this story, but I just know a lot more about it than you will. I have been told this story many times since I was young, and, well... You'll see.

Long story short, your dreams are real, which means that you must tread much more carefully in them than you have been. Remember that dreams are simply your mind trying to escape from the binds of reality. Never break those binds, though; you will seriously regret it.

10 years in the past

It had been a long time since it rained in the Dream World. Legends stated that whenever it rains someone is having a long nightmare; hardly anyone believes that nowadays, but like any good folklore, it always sticks. Superstition is a powerful thing. If people believe in one thing so much it might just come true.

Pokemon who live in the Dream World hate when things change. 'Change is good' as the old human phrase states, but this was the exact opposite for them. The Dream World hardly ever changes, so when it does, everyone goes on end. Usually the change is natural since the Dream World is a place of phenomenon which has been here since the beginning of the human race, but it still causes some concern, especially for the superstitious ones.

The graceful raindrops danced in the dreamy air. Two small Pokemon sat on the balcony of a large tree house, sheltered from the downpour. They were each listening to the sounds of the rain with closed eyes.

"So you've felt it too? The shadow cast over us?" the grass-type asked with a sigh as she opened her eyes. The grass-type's eyes were the color of a brilliant blue summer sky. Celebi was her name.

The fellow Pokemon nodded, enjoying the feeling of the drizzle leaking through the roof as it dripped onto her three-pointed head. This was Jirachi: she along with Celebi and Meloetta were the leaders of the Dream World.

"You know, it could also be the fact that the thousand years are almost up for my whole wish granting thing," said the mythical Pokemon as she tapped the wish tags dangling from her head. She has the chance to grant wishes every 1000 years, and in a couple months the 1000 years would be up. This wasn't just a big moment for her, but for all of the legendary Pokemon included. They all loved to have a chance to make happiness occur even if it was only for a week.

Celebi stared intently at the dark clouds. She didn't have the heart to say what she was thinking, which was never a new pattern for her. Being able to know what happens in the future is never an easy burden to carry. The problem about knowing the future is to decide which events she can talk about without damaging the timeline.

"That's only part of it… A very, very small part of it. Jirachi, danger is coming: grave danger. More than we have ever faced here." Such vague information on her part wouldn't hurt the timeline much, would it?

"I know. Remember, I'm a psychic type too. The thing that I'm mostly worried about is the fact that when the attack does come I'm going to be asleep and useless. It's going to be that way for the next 1000 years!" exclaimed Jirachi. "But I know that you all will be in good hands with the Prodigies fighting for the Dream World... And others."

"What do you mean by 'others'?"

Jirachi blinked and pointed towards the storm. "The girl."

"What girl?" asked Celebi with a sudden interest. She was about to interrogate more, but the weather cut her off.

The rain drops were falling harder than before. Water pounded against the rickety tree house roof. Some might believe that at this point in the storm the nightmare would be ending. Lightning cracked: some might also believe that the lightning was the scream that the nightmare induced. The stories of ancestors don't die out as quickly as one might think.

Lightning danced across the sky once again, illuminating the forest with an eerie neon glow which cast puppet-like shadows across the trees. A couple seconds later a violent sound pierced the forest like a drum set. The trees swayed. The ground rumbled. The storm tired itself out, now becoming a drizzle.

"The girl who's going to save us… The one that just woke up from her nightmare," answered Jirachi as she burst out into a smile.

Well that's the prologue. I'm sorry if it was confusing in any way, but this was just setting the stage. Everything will be revealed at a later date. /u\