'Text' –Thoughts

'Text'-Telepathy

'[Text]'-Poke speech

A/N: Now, I've had some experience writing fan fiction, (Mostly Gears of War) and this is going to be my first piece on this site. But I've never worked on a Pokémon fan fiction and I'm personally enthralled to finally start writing on a piece of my own. I hope for your guys support and make sure to review my first piece on this story so far.

For many years, people have discussed the ancient Kalos War. Although none live to retell the tale, it's well known in the minds of the descendants of the two Kings and soldiers of their forgotten past. Me? I'm one of those people. My great, great, great… Well, you get the idea; grandfather of centuries past was the commander of a troop of soldiers in the Kalos War. Well, from what my family heritage is being told from anyway. I've decided to write this story as a recollection of events I've lived through the past few months. I don't even understand why I'm writing this, I'm destroying the evidence soon after. I guess I just need to get this knowledge off my chest. It all started months ago in this present age…

5 months prior to writing…

In the southern region of Kalos slept a small town, Vaniville. While not large and not as bustling as the nearby Santalune City, the town had its fair share of residents and a famous Ryhorn racer to its name. It was currently dawn, and the residents of Vaniville began to stir themselves awake. Nolan, still asleep, had a flash appear before him as a disapproving face stared at his sleeping form. The face, still disapproved, entered Nolan's mind with unnatural ability and gave his dream self, a quick slap. Nolan jumped out of bed with a quick yell. "Gah! What the hell!" He shouted with enough force to give his neighbors an annoyed look. Nolan rubbed his eyes and looked over towards his best friend, his partner. Nolan began to smile and chuckled a bit.

"I forgot to set my alarm again, didn't I?" He said towards the figure standing with its arms crossed. The figure, a Gallade, nodded and gave a quick chuckle himself. "Alright, alright, you had your fun. Now return," Nolan said has he picked up the Gallade's Luxury ball. The Pokémon disappeared in a flash of red light as he returned to the ball. Nolan, with a quick stretch, yawned and scanned his eyes around the room. As he looked at his Alarm clock he noticed it was still 30 minutes until seven, when he normally got up.

"Sonva Lillipup woke me up early," he muttered to himself. Above the alarm clock, was his calendar. The picture for the month was of a Milotic and it's trainer posing in front of a fountain that featured a Roselia shooting water out of it's flowers, Nolan remembered seeing the fountain last time he visited Santalune City. The date on the calendar itself was the month of June, the 21th, the summer solstice. Nolan squinted and noticed he had circled the date with a red marker and written the words 'IMPORTANT!' under it in large letters.

Nolan's eyes shot open. He rushed to his bedside and snatched his bag and belt, fumbling with them and elbowing his door to get it open. In haste, he stumbled downstairs into his living room and ran towards the door of his house. As he opened the door, he tripped over his welcome mat and face planted on to the cement.

"Ow," Nolan growled in pain. Dropping his gear he stood up and wiped the dirt and grime off his clothing as his neighbor, a woman by the name of Veronica, walked up to him stifling a laugh with her hand. Nolan, with dismay on his face, studied her.

She was a stout woman, standing around 5' 4" with chocolate brown hair and dazzling blue eyes; she was fairly attractive, wearing a white T-Shirt that said, 'I (Picture of a Luvdisc) Kalos!' Noticing that Nolan was gawking at her, she adjusted her ponytail and commented on his fall.

"Very nice, I'd give that landing an eight."

"Yeah… I seem to forget my ability is Klutz."

"You could work on your form a bit next time," she added. Sighing, she added again, "You know, didn't most trainers leave to start the Gym Season yesterday?" She was right, Nolan was one of few trainers sticking around Vaniville until the last minute. In Kalos, the Gym season starts at the summer solstice and ends at the winter solstice, when the new champion is revealed.

"Why do you think I was in such a rush," I asked, "Gallade woke me up mere seconds ago and I thought the bastard had woken me up early. Turns out, he knows more about my life than I do."

She gave a playful sigh, and said, "Well, you aren't too late, right? I've been itching to battle someone all week. But most of Vaniville is already camped outside Santalune city Gym." Nolan rolled his eyes as he saw Veronica grab a blue pokeball with red stripes on it from her belt.

Instead of waiting for him to answer, she threw out her ball to reveal a Roserade with a mask over it's face, like a ninja. Nolan smiled as he held the pokeball on his belt that he knew he was going with before their battle even started. Nolan's eyes flared and he felt the same rush he always felt when engaged in the intense combat known as Pokémon battling.

"Come on Orca!" He shouted with vigor as he threw his Luxury ball and his Gallade, Orca, entered the battlements. The Gallade's shiny blue form sparkled in the raising sunlight. In perfect sync, Orca and Nolan locked eyes with their opposition, who did the same. Each trainer waited for each other to make the first move as the world seemed to sit still. Then, sensing an opportunity, Veronica's Roserade began to churn a psychic energy within it's eyes and Veronica shouted, "Lady Rose, use extrasensory!" Predicting this, Nolan shouted to Orca, "Dodge and then follow up with a Psycho Cut!" Orca moved with valiant swiftness, as a wall of psychic energy formed and spread outward from the Roserade. Orca resisted and countered with a swift attack into the Roserade's leg, throwing it off balance. In another fluid movement, Orca sprang upward trying to land an Aerial Ace on the Roserade. "Get out of there!" yelled Veronica, and the Roserade followed her orders trying to dodge the swipe, but was to slow. The Aerial Ace found it's mark and hit the Roserade straight on, in a comical fashion the Roserade twirled around as if it was seeing stars and then fell over on the grass. Veronica huffed and called back her Roserade, who disappeared back into it's ball.

"Well, now that I've stalled you long enough. I think I should let you be on your way," Veronica began as she turned around and started back towards her house on the opposite side of the street. With a hint of a smile, Orca did a bow and was returned to his ball, his shiny form still sparkling. As the flare from the battle subsided, Nolan attached Orca back to his belt, and straightened his bag, as he stared at the rising sun in the distance.

A/N: Wow, that was pretty short, if I make more of these in the future, I will extend the time between chapters, I just needed to introduce and foreshadow the plot for this chapter. Thanks for giving my story a read.