"Release your pokemon now, if any are caught not releasing their pokemon, they shall suffer severe punishment! We, the great team Plasma, are in charge now and as long as we have power, pokemon, shall have freedom!" A male grunt of Plasma shouted from the route into the town. With him there were at least 10 more grunts and several fire pokemon. People looked at each other then back at the group of grunts. Then the noise of something breaking was heard. Everyone turned and looked at Professor Juniper, she had a smashed poke ball under her foot. Patrat nodded at her and ran straight passed team Plasma and out of sight. I watched as many smashed poke balls, releasing their pokemon. I looked up at my father, he hadn't reached for his own pokemon. Mum took me from him and held me close to her chest.

I could see out the corner of my eye. Father stepped forward and let out his Serperior, challenging team Plasma to a battle. All eyes were on him, my twin sister stood staring at him. Suddenly mother covered our eyes and I heard a man cry out but it was stopped short. The crowd had gone silent. Attempted to look and see but mother stopped me.

It wasn't until team Plasma left that I saw father and Serperior. It didn't look like them. It could have been anybody but so many saw it happen. Some men took them away and mother broke down crying. My sister, White, tried to run after them but was stopped by one of the neighbours and brought back.

We had lost the battle. That's how this all happened. There had been a battle, the gym leaders vs. team Plasma and team Plasma were the ones to come out victorious. They were separating humans from pokemon and there was no one to stop them. Those who disobeyed them were to end up like father or worse. Some children refused to give up the pokemon they kept as pets and as a result, their home was destroyed and any siblings were killed before the pokemon was forcedly removed from them. Stories were all over the TV about it, occasionally listing the dead. It was a month before they stopped showing those. Team Plasma didn't want to hear it and had the TV stations stop showing them.

The Gyms were all changed to work as something else as pokemon battles were outlawed and punishable by death. The trainer schools no longer taught about the effects of poison and status effects. Instead they were just made into more normal schools for learning maths, languages, ect.

I heard stories here and there. Stories of how we should have brought in more than just the Unova gym leaders to battle them. It was too late though, yet some wouldn't acknowledge that. As we grew older, all White would talk about was how father should have went and stopped them. Mother never replied to this, she just kept going on with her life. I could tell she was trying to avoid the subject of father and often take White to play with Bianca and Cheren when she started talking about it. We'd all sneak off into the woods and Cheren would bring some books with him. The books were always about all the different pokemon, ranging from bulbasaur and weedle to the likes of arceus and zekrom. They had lots of information about them in the books, what they look like, where to find them, moves they can use.

One day miss Juniper found us reading them and looking at the pictures. We expected her to get mad and tell us we shouldn't go after them but she didn't. In fact, she took us to her lab and handed us a completed pokedex. From then on, we would go to her lab and Cheren would read to us all about the different pokemon the trainer had met on his journey. Bianca always wanted to hear about cute ones, like munna and pikachu. White always wanted to hear about powerful ones like Arceus and Mewtwo. Cheren liked hearing about all the pokemon the former champion, Alder, had caught. I wasn't picky though, I was happy to hear about any pokemon.

On the day me and White turned 10, a new story was being passed round, talking about a little boy, just older than us, existing and was going to be the next King of team Plasma when Ghetsis stepped down. Apparently, no one was supposed to know and the kid had been his away from everyone, locked up in the castle. I remember White telling Bianca and how Bianca had claimed he was "like a princess being kept hidden by the evil witch" then insisted we play a game similar to a fairytale. I don't remember roles that well but I remember a lot of the time that Cheren was the "mighty steed".

Our lives were pretty normal, until a letter arrived on the morning of our 16th birthday.


A/N: Stop starting new stories and not finishing old ones? Never!
Thanks for reading guys,
this is another story I've wanted to start for a while now. I felt it needed a bit of a prologue before I started. It doesn't make much sense and your confused, but let's face it, your always confused by my fics.
Like always, please review, I want to hear feedback and who knows maybe you can slightly alter the story.

Also this may have Isshushipping in the future and possibly slight Ferriswheelshipping is we get enough fans of that to convince me. Though I will get shouted at for it, I really can't write Ferrriswheelshipping.