I followed him until sundown. I was tired - crazy tired - and now was not the time for being tired, since the boy just kept walking. How much strength was in those legs, anyway?! I was relieved when, at long last, he stopped walking and pulled a backpack from his back. Plopping it down on the grass, he sat cross-legged and pulled a box from the bag. I suddenly smelled something delicious waft its way to my nose.

He pulled a square of what I assumed must be food. Good food. He chomped down on the meal, and I couldn't help but get closer to where the food was coming from. He was too distracted to even notice as I sifted through his bag.

Success! I found another food-square and quickly hid with it behind his bag. Now, to eat. Without being noticed. I very carefully began to nibble quietly on the food. Delicious! It might not be a tomato berry, but it definitely was a close second! Inside of the bland part was the juice of Oran and Pecha and Sitrus... so delicious! Human food really is the best!

My stomach full, I returned to watching my travelling companion who had so kindly relented a food-square. Well, maybe I had stolen it, but I was hungry!

He seemed tired, and returning to his bag, he looked longingly at the next human city. It seemed so far away. Perhaps he was trying to get there? He sighed, turned back to his bag, and unpacked a small blanket which seemed a little lacking. Hiding under it, he quickly fell asleep.

Oh. So he was sleeping out here. I guess being lost and away from home meant I couldn't afford the luxuries of a comfy hollow. Resigning myself to an uncomfortable night, I was about to sleep leaning against the bag when I stopped myself. Staring at the boy, I saw he as still wearing his hat. Warm, fluffy hair... A comfy hat for a blanket...

Safe to say, I decided to sleep there instead. Carefully positioning myself on his head so I didn't fall off, I slept on a sea of brown fluff. So very sleepy...

I woke up earlier and was quick enough to get off his head before he groaned and lifted himself from sleep. I was miffed by how early he woke up, but I couldn't be picky. I had no choice. He picked up his bag and moved on. Each day seemed to drain him a little more than the last. It would take at least the day to get to the next town.

I was surprised when he began to run. He seemed almost panicky. I looked around for danger, but couldn't see anything. I didn't take his judgement for granted, though - I flew as fast as I could to keep up with his speedy pace. The town got closer and closer, and before long I could hear the bustle of activity.

Humans were very social and had technology to help them keep connected, but it seemed they still thought being right there was better, since they lived in large groups and stuck together like glue. Even as we slowed in front of the city border, I could hear snippits of conversation in that beautiful language of theirs. The boy didn't wait to hear what people were saying, though; instead, he quickly headed for a large human building where two poke balls - extremely comfortable portable homes - were shown as statues out front.

He ran inside, the doors opening for him, and I followed in an attempt to reach the door before it closed. Thankfully, it opened for me, as well, and we found ourselves inside a large open room. He stopped, gasped for breath, and glanced around, as if he expected something to be there. He slowly calmed himself and sat down at a couch. Not knowing what to do, I decided to sit next to him. We sat for a good three minutes before someone finally spoke to us.

"Hello, Darrel!" A tall human called, his wispy black hair styled oddly on his head. A little card on his coat proclaimed his identity.

"Good morning, Professor Sycamore, sir!" the boy replied, his cheery voice quiet yet clear. "I'm here from Coumarine for my first pokemon!" So he was about to start a journey! Sycamore suddenly frowned. He seemed concerned about something.

"I'm so sorry to say this," he sighed, "but the last one went just yesterday." He glanced around, as if something was bothering him, although I couldn't see anything at all. The boy who had led me here seemed crestfallen.

'If you stick around for a bit we'll see what we can do," He protested, as Darrel rose to leave. Turning back to Sycamore, he smiled happily and sat back down.

Sycamore kept glancing around nervously as he explained his plan, and it wasn't long until Darrel noticed the strange behaviour. "What's wrong, professor? You aren't normally this nervous."

"Sorry, Darrel," he apologised, rubbing the back of his neck, "But ever since you got here I've had this strange feeling someone is here. Other than you, that is." He checked behind the couch and looked up at the chandelier. He even checked some of the appliances. he scratched his head in confusion. Was my invisibility really that good?

I wonder. I'm a pokemon, that's true... maybe, if I showed myself, I could go on awesome adventures! I became excited, and without thinking, I leaped onto Darrel's head and made myself visible again.

Both of them stopped and stood stock-still before Sycamore muttered, "Bless my soul..."

Darrel seemed very confused. He reached up and picked me up, and turning me around, I came face-to-face with an emerald-eyed gentle giant. He blinked, and without saying a word, he slowly placed me on his lap. He seemed speechless. Was I really that special?

"Well, that's one mystery solved..." Sycamore mumbled, before coming up to me and stroking my head. It was rather nice, and I thrived in the attention until a yowl sounded from one of the other rooms, followed by the panicked cries of a female human.

"Oh, not Sadie again..." Sycamore groaned. "Sophie, keep her under control!" he called ot the female, who nodded furiously before returning to chasing a small brown bullet which flew helter-skelter around the room.

At long last, Darrel got up, and sat down on the floor. After a few seconds the bullet shot right into his chest. He grabbed its fur and held it in place.

"Thank you, Darrel," Sycamore sighed in relief. "I was going to have Sadie be your pokemon, but she's just so unpredictable... Oak must have been off his rocker..." He reached out to the small Eevee, but she hissed and glared at him, before cuddling up to Darrel. She seemed fond of him.

"Well," Darrel said to her, smiling at the furry fiend, "Let's get going for some lunch, shall we?" Sycamore took this as a sign Darrel would take her with him anyway. I was surprised, after that performance. Did he really like the little critter?

"Darrel, you're forgetting something," Sycamore called, pointing at me. I had moved to his head again and he had barely noticed. He looked up, and I peeked over his cap. He smiled knowingly.

"I guess I'll take this little guy along with me," he said, staring. Sycamore sighed, as if resigning himself to the decision. Waving goodbye, We all left on a journey together.