[I don't own pokemon. This story may start slow, but bear with me and DON'T complain about my spacing!]- - - It was 9:00 in the afternoon and fifteen-year-old Nave Battler sat in his dimly-lit room over stacks of history books. If there was anything that Nave despised more than history, it was the fact that he was over the age of ten and was still living at home. According to his parents, Nave should continue school until he is educated enough to start a journey. 'So much for the last name battler...' Nave looked at history book and read through the boring garbage. It talked about a human who had the powers of a legendary pokemon. Rhyperiority: The being of fate. Nave cursed this Rhyperiority person. If he/she was real, then Nave could pray to it and be on his adventure the next day. This worked when he prayed to Uxie. The next day Nave would have remembered everything he studied the night before. As the teen looked through years of history he became transfixed in gym leaders. Some of the greatest gym in leaders IN HISTORY were younger than he is now. This just made his parents decision even less fair. Nave shoved the book off of his desk. The next book in the stack was 'Swalot's Guide to Sex Positions.' This book served no CURRENT purpose to Nave, but secretely having it made him feel rebelious to his parents. He flipped open to a page labelled, "Popping the Cherubi." The next page was labelled, "The Rhyperiority." This one was too naughty to be explained in a Rated T fanfic. As if 'by fate' Nave clasped his hands together and bowed his head. "Great being of fate," Nave started, "I ask for your assistance. If you make my fate to soon be a pokemon trainer; then I will use that blessing to become one of the greatest trainers ever." Nave highly doubted that the prayer would work. If this Rhyperiority wasn't an Origin then it wouldn't work anyways... The wind picked up so Nave walked over to close the window. He then fell onto his bed and was out cold. [Review]