"TorTor!" a voice cried out into the night.

My head spun around as I saw her standing on the edge of our village. The warm glowing flames from the town giving off an ethereal light around the little girl. The green-haired girl wore a very plain dress that fell down to her toes, her fingers bunching at the dresses sides as she waited for my response. Her silver eyes, which differed much from my golden ones, sparkled as she looked at me. "What is it, Trine?" I asked her softly, trying to hide my irritation that she was bothering me during my training.

My little sister stuck out her tongue at me innocently as she ordered, "I want you to read me a bedtime story."

"Can't mom do that? I'm busy training."

"She said you shouldn't be training at all. Plus you tell bedtime stories way better than momma. She messes up the words a lot."

My shoulders fell as I looked at the nine-year old, "I don't care what mom says, I'm going to keep training-"

Trine pouted angrily before cutting me off with a stomp of her foot, "Read me a bedtime story!"

How could someone ten years younger than me be so terrifying? I asked myself with a flinch.

I gritted my teeth before nodding slightly. "Fine, I'll read you a bedtime story," I turned my head to look back to my pokemon and motioned for her to follow us. The Embrace pokemon nodded as the three of us all made our way to the wooden house. It was a rustic two-story home with a stone chimney puffing out grey bellows of smoke. There were two torches greeting us at the front door. Pushing through the door, I tugged at Trine, whose hand was intertwined with mine. She and I stepped upstairs and entered her room which laid across from mine.

The room was pretty small, only containing three real pieces of furniture. One was a very pink twin-sized bed which took up most of the room. To the left of that was her, also, pink dresser. And to the right was a small writing desk our dad built for her, which was suprisingly a brownish color. On that desk were two things: a flickering oil lamp and an old leather book.

Trine excitedly bounced into her bed, snuggling under her covers as she cuddled a little Natu who blinked its acknowledgments to me. "Read, read, read, read," the girl with long green curls repeated.

Letting out a light sigh of amusement, I strode over to the writing desk and picked up the aged storybook. Taking a seat on the side of her bed, I pulled back a strand of my ivy hair and turned to the first page,

"Once upon a time, there was a small country that was easily forgotten by the world around it. But to the fair people who resided in the forgotten land, they called this place home. And to them, home was the most important thing. Each person, from child to elderly, from man to woman, lived a humble life. Even the pokemon there were of the meeker living. They all lived harmoniously in the beautifully modest region of Ordell.

"Many mountains rose like the bones of Pokearth to keep the people separated from one another. But one man rose to unite the gentle people of Ordell. He was kind and especially loving of his home. He created a city in the Enchanted Woods to the South-East of the region. The man was determined to create his ideal life for all Ordellians, he leading them as their king.

"Though this man was honest, he was blinded by his ideals and grew a hatred for those he didn't see as perfect for Ordell. He sat on the throne and brooded for the demise of all that was imperfect. The more his hatred grew, the darker he became and the more people's love and trust- turned to fear. Over the many coming decades, as this man became old and withered, he devised the plan for his ideal Ordell. It was perfect, he foolishly believed.

"Little did he know, a hero would one day come. This hero wasn't born of noble roots or have any sort of special power of a chosen one. He was a simple boy born in a little village on the outside of all the cities that once stood. His name was Conlan Nero, but like the county he was born it, it was easily forgotten. Conlan and his partner, Kadabra, grew strong with age to the point he could take down great Dragonite beside his partner. But his tales of strife and victory were always won in the shadows of night, he the hero who was unwanting the glory. All Conlan wanted was to know that the people of the kingdom he loved were safe.

"Still, people would soon figure out Conlan Nero's heroics and he was hailed a savior. His epic tales were even heard by the corrupted king on the throne. This king was enraged that he wasn't the one saving them, that this peasant was receiving any glory at all. But as a king must, he never showed his disliking for Conlan. Even when the young hero was called to the Castle for knighting by the king.

"There in the castle, the corrupted king offered Conlan a part in his plan for a perfect Ordellian world. You see, the king had conspired to bring a God into their world. One of mass destruction. Conlan knew this would eradicate all that he loved in the easily forgotten land of Ordell. So the hero spoke out against this plan. This act though was one of treason in the eyes of the corrupted king. One that could have had Conlan executed. But it was thanks to the hero's reputation that saved his life.

"Therefore, Conlan Nero, the heroic knight of Ordell, was exiled from the kingdom he loved. Forced to wander lost and alone as the corrupted king's plan began to unfold in front of his eyes. But what could poor Conlan do? He was going to watch his home be destroyed. And for a time, he did.

"The god forced into this world screamed out and shattered homes. It burnt villages. And stole thousands of lives. Conlan Nero no longer could just watch as he dove head on into battle. People who watched the valiant exiled hero wept at his courage how each time he was blown beck, he got up and was stronger for it

"His Partner, Kadabra, did everything it could to protect its master. And when the battle seemed where all was lost, Conlan on his knees, the god armed its fatally blowing attack right at our hero. When it was fired, even the great Conlan thought this battle was for naught and his life would be gone. That was when the Psychic-partner used its powers to switch places with the hero and take the blow.

"Conlan Nero raced over to his partner to find it was too far gone to save. He couldn't stand for that. He lost the only one who stayed by his side when he was all alone. The hero slew the god with a purpose and vengeance. People who lived hailed Conlan as a true chosen savior. Horrified that his plans fell apart, the corrupted king disappeared and was never heard from again. Now what happened to Conlan and the rest of Ordell? Well, that is an easy one. They rebuilt what was lost,

"And we all live happily ever after."

Carefully looking over the old fairytale book, I saw my little sister with her head buried into her pillow. Her side rose and fell rhythmically as a smile parted at her drooling mouth. Her fair little eyes were shut, slightly fluttering with the dreams that danced behind them. I smiled at her and tenderly brushed back the locks of hair that were getting stuck in her spittle. "Good night, Trine," I said, making my exit from the room.

The closed book sat askew on her desk, its leather imprinted picture on the cover.

A/N: Ehhh. So, if you want to understand a bit more- XD My wattpad account has a bit more about this story. This is a completely OC story so yep. GOOD LUCK! I hope you enjoy!