I set my pack on a rather small desk in the cabin. I took out the parcel and research notes, strewing them across the desk. It was roughly

the size of a basketball if not a smidgen smaller. I set it on the desk and unwrapped the oddity, although knowing what it was quiet well.

"What's this?" I noticed sharp protrusions off the top. I peeled back the parchment and unraveled it fully. It was a skull of a Gallade. The

headpiece that lined the head from the top of the cranium to back was gone. It looked as if it was shattered off. "Poor thing, hope he

lived a good life." I thought back to my own. Being raised by my grandparents of my mothers' side. I rarely knew her then. Then there

was my father. Why he left my mother I never knew. I was just an accident after all anyway. Why did ever it matter, he had his ways and I

had mine. I looked over the skull and wondered why the eggheads at the lab could just reanimate life from a fossil. I felt the boat lurch to

the side, everything starting to slide off the desk. I grabbed the skull first, letting my notes fall off. I sat with my back against wall.

Waiting for Shawn to get us out of the crosswind. It took a few minutes before I heard a scrambling to get inside the cabin.

"Aye! Sorry Clen., The winds really pick up after we pass Fuchsia. We should be there in about an hour or so."

"Good to hear"

"You should really by up there on deck. You'll see more than just your average Tentacool pod.

"A'right. Ill be up there give me a second to organize this". He left as I re-wrapped the skull and gather the papers that were sprawled

out. I thought about Shawn and as to why he never had Pokémon of his own. I have played with Pokémon as a child. Those only being

owned by my other friends that faded away as they grew.


When I was 10, I opted to become a trainer and thought about it extensively.

Seeing the world, meeting people, making friends. Then came the day it all came crashing down. I was twelve when I finally decided to

become a trainer. I went through all of Prof. Oaks' spiel to fill my Pokedex and that I would have a fantastic journey. Out of the three

starter Pokémon, I chose a Squirtle, naming him Garth. I was walking along the rustic path to Pewter when I spotted an odd shade of

green shifting close to the clearing for the path. I padded closer to the dense forest, a small clearing behind some shrubbery.

"Ralts!" I stopped, almost falling over the small creature, and glanced down. I had never seen a Pokémon indigenous to my area like this.

A small toddler with in what seemed like a nightgown and A symmetrical horns. I was determined to catch it but as I pulled out a Pokeball

I was struck in the face by what I thought was a wave of pink air. I was put on the ground instantaneously. I looked up dazed to see its

mother standing above me. All I saw out of my blurry vision was its red gaze glaring at me. She was holding the Ralts in her arms

defensively.

"Gardevoir" Told in a tone as if she took pity. I blacked out, only thoughts of what I had done ricocheting around my mind. I woke up in a

hospital 5 days later, my upper head laced in gauze. I was never the same till I grew older, realizing it was only like Ursaring

protecting its Teddiursa. As for Garth, he was residing at my grandparents' house.


I walked out of the cabin. My eyes squinting from the change of light.

" Purdy ain't she?" Shawn jovially construed. My eyes adjusted. Now gazing across a vast sea, the sun just after mid day. Wailmer and

wailord just breaching for air in the distance.

" Quiet envious you get to see this everyday, just to fly over the waters and see nature at its best." I walked over to the bow and took

out my notebook, opening to a blank page in the back. The wind blowing in my face, the smell of the salt driven air. I sketched the

scenery, taking in and putting down as much detail as best as I could. I could sketch well but it wasn't a masterpiece either.

"Cinnabar dead on the horizon Clen!" I closed my notebook and walked back to the stern.

"Ah, Mr. Starr!" Shawn was tying the boat off to the small dock before a plump, bald, scientist walked out on us.

"Yes, Guten Abend Dr. Kliewer."

"Do you have ze package my agent sent to you?"

"Yes, and I do say I feel bad for the old chap"

"Ja, Ja, ve zink it suffered and kicked ze old bucket as zey in a battle to the death. Zeir vere Gardevoir and Ralts Fossils right behind it."

"Aw c'mon Dr. Don't make me feel any worse than I already do." He chuckled, one of his buttons on his coat flew off.

Now now, come in! Come in! I've been vating to start ze process ever since I got conformation zhey vere Psychic Type!" He scurried

himself to the lab.

"Thanks Shawn, I owe you."

"No no, Anything for a friend who helped me through Biology. I needed to head down to see my mother anyway."

"Oh yeah, how is she anyway."

"Well, she's nice and all, but she'll breakdown time to time just living alone so I drop by once a month."

"Ah, I know." Shawn and me never grew up with a father. One of the reasons we where friends.

"Oh, be ready tomorrow morning, a large squall is coming from the east. Said to be one of the strongest storms this season."

"Alright, see ya later" I stepped off the boat, walking toward the lab.

I walked into the lab, it was a small place but provided much research to the world. I walked down a hall and took the furthest door to my

left. I turned the knob but the door opened without my assistance. A short man confronted me, his hair slicked back and wearing a

business suit with Silph Co. printed on a nameplate.

"Excuse me?" I stood out of the way, letting the steamed man through.

"Who was that?" I walked in seeing Dr. Kliewer with his head resting upon his fingers, shaking his head.

"He vas just an executive from Silph, nagging zhat ve stole patens for our machine."

"Lies I presume?"

"Essentially, to be honest ze technology vas being discovered at ze same time, our device just verking in a slightly less flawless vay.

Anyvay, on vith ze test! Bring out the piece." I took out the skull, unwrapping it. I have it to the doctor, his face in awe. "Perfect!" He

walked out to a rather tall cylinder. It was big enough to hold one man, a large pressure door left open. Connecting it seemed to be like a

giant boiler, many tubes of various sizes lining it, with a conundrum of gauges and knobs. He stood by a panel, typing out on a keyboard

madly. Calibrating the device for the feat I presumed. He held the skull in the crook of his arm, almost falling out from his eagerness. "You

may do ze honors Mr. Starr."

"I'm as eager as you are Dr." I took the skull from his arm and placed it on the ground of the cylindrical room. Shutting the door and

spinning the locking wheel. He pressed enter and the mighty machine whirred to life.

"Now, ve vait. But vhy do you vant a Gallade anyvay? I know it's mostly for your research but just studying a pokemon?"

"Well, ide finally go back out on a journey I should've gotten back to quiet awhile ago. With a Gallade at my side I would travel to the

Hoenn Region."

"May ze best of luck be vith you zen."

" I may need it, Dr. I may need it."

"Enough of zhis Doctor, just call me Braun."

Heh, Ok Braun, Call me Clen". I was getting tired of referring himself as that.

"Now, Clen, show me your research, I would like to know about the Pokémon im synthesizing."

"Its quiet lengthy Braun."

"Bah! Ive got enough coffee for days on end!" He pulled out a chair and I took out my research notes. I taught him on my research so

far. Telling him as to how teleporting worked, how telekinesis could be honed on one person or shared within a certain vicinity. It was 1

AM and we both where out knocked out. I was awoken with the soothing hum of the machine turned into electrical discharges within it. I

awoke, dazed. I heard a knock at the door. I thought my mind was going but it just got harsher.