"Come back inside, Adam
"Come back inside, Adam!" his mom was yelling. "Just a minuet longer." Adam said, walking deeper into the cave. He always loved exploring the caves in his backyard. Ever since he was born, he loved the caves on Cinnabar Island and all the pokemon that lived in there. But today was different. He had received his pokemon license from the registration office and he was looking for his first pokemon. He had never been this far in the cave before, and he was looking for a new one to be his starting pokemon. And that's when he saw it. At the end of the next turn there was a pink glow. When he got there he saw a pokemon he had never seen before. It was bright pink, with a small, fairy-like body with wings and was scratched up pretty badly. He reached for his pokedex and pointed it at the unknown pokemon. Not even dexter knew what the pokemon was. He reached for the pokeball at his waist. Just then the pokemon cried out in pain. Adam saw that it was cut up pretty bad and felt sorry for it, so he instead reached for a potion and sprayed it on the pokemon's wounds. It winced a little, then the wounds cleared. The pokemon blinked twice, flew up, and then disappeared. Adam was confused. What was that, where did it come from, and where did it go? Then, out of nowhere, an egg fell into his lap, surprising Adam. He could feel it moving around inside, and knew it was close to hatching, so he decided to abandon his quest for his first pokemon and take this back to his house.
"What happened?" Adam said, propping himself up on his elbows. He had been dreaming again. "Where am I?" He said, looking around. He somehow had ended up in the middle of a forest. The last thing he remembered was a bright pink light, like the one in his dream. Then he saw it again, only this time it was brighter. "I remember you!" he said, looking at the unknown pokemon he had met nine years ago, "Did you bring me here?" "Yes, I brought you here." The pokemon said. "W-what?" Adam said, "Pokemon aren't supposed to talk!" "Please calm down, Adam, and listen. I have sent you 200 years into the future. You are on a very important mission. You are here to show how misguided the people have become. You and your Tropius have been training for nine years, and I have helped make it special. So I leave the future in your very capable hands. Goodbye and good luck." And in a pink flash, the pokemon disappeared. "But wait, I don't understand." Adam said, but it was already too late. He thought about what the pokemon had said. Special? He had always known his pokemon was a little different, it wasn't the same color as all the other tropiuses, and he had learned attacks no other one could possibly learn, but he had never really thought much about it.