I waited for my opportunity for years. When I was 15, I was starting to worry I'd never get my chance. Then I saw the newspaper ad and knew it was finally time. It was by Professor Juniper, and was asking for an assistant that could travel around Unova, testing out a new Pokedex she'd created. It was a beta version, but apparently had all the same features and programming as the final would, and whoever was chosen would be allowed to keep it. I wrote a letter to her to volunteer. I didn't tell her about the legendary Pokemon I'd seen. I had learned by then that people never believed that story. I made it sound like I was simply a friendly volunteer who wanted to travel Unova anyway, and would be glad to test out the Pokedex on the way. I even forged my parents' signatures to make it seem like they approved. They never even knew.

A week passed. And another. Then I got a reply. She had chosen me to test the Pokedex. I still don't know how many people signed up for it. For all I knew, I might have been the only one, or one out of a thousand. Either way, I had my chance, and I wasn't going to waste it. All I had to do was show up at Professor Juniper's lab two days later for a brief meeting and to receive the Pokedex and a Pokemon and I had the job.

The day before, I began to pack up everything I needed. My TMs (I had gathered all but the mysterious TM 95 by then), my potions, some pokeballs, revives, food and water, extra clothes, plenty of cash, and numerous other supplies that would come in handy on a long journey. That night I snuck out to start heading to Professor Juniper's lab.

I walked along the path cautiously, watching for any and all wild Pokemon. One misstep, and I could be attacked. And I couldn't imagine reaching Professor Juniper if I was stuck in a hospital. Getting myself injured wasn't an option. I hoped I would be lucky and wouldn't run into any hostile Pokemon at all. But, in case you haven't noticed, I've never been a very lucky person.

A small Pokemon, a violet kitten, stepped out of the brush and looked around. A Purrloin. I backed off and hoped it would go away, but it was too late. The Purrloin noticed me, grinned a malignant grin, and took a few steps toward me. It mewed and gave me a pitiful, innocent look, but I knew better. Purrloins are notorious thieves. As soon as I let my guard down, it would attack, snatch a souvenir, and take off, never to be seen again. I kept my eyes on it as I slowly backed away, hoping I was heading toward the town. But, as I said, I wasn't very lucky. I fell in the lake instead.

I heard the Pokemon cackle as I pulled myself back onto land, utterly drenched and humiliated. I was furious too, but I kept myself under control. There was nothing I could do to that little furball. Not yet anyway. Unfortunately, my fury made me let my guard down. And you know what that means.

In an instant it was right on top of me, snatched my bag, grabbed a little bag inside it, which held all the berries I'd collected for my quest, and ran off. I was frustrated at my awful luck, but I couldn't do anything about it. I tried to gather up what little dignity that hadn't been washed away in the river and went on my way.

Naturally, I reached Striaton City first, but I didn't dare stop there for the moment. It was much too close to my hometown. Some of the people there that had been to Nacrene might have recognized me. So I kept going, even though it was well past midnight. I couldn't afford to be caught. This was my only chance.

I arrived at Accumula soon after. I knew the small town held nothing for me, not even a Gym, so I decided to stay there for the rest of the night. I figured that anyone searching for me would decide there was no reason I'd come there, and wouldn't even bother looking. Not to mention my parents probably hadn't even noticed I was gone yet. I checked into a hotel (being from a wealthy family, I always had plenty of cash), a small local place unlikely to be noticed by anyone looking for me. The old couple owning the place found it strange that someone as young as me wanted a room, especially at such a late hour, but I passed them some extra cash so they wouldn't ask any questions.

I headed into the room. It was smaller than I was used to, but I didn't mind. I was only staying there for a few hours, after all. I changed into pajamas and went to sleep, knowing it would be important to be rested for the next day. It was going to be my big day. The day I'd finally be on my way to fulfilling my dream.

That night I had troubling dreams. Three pairs of eyes; blue, yellow, and red, flashed in the darkness. Three massive beasts fought, their roars echoing across the land. Ice, fire and lightning violently clashed again and again.

Then I woke up. I looked out the window at the noon sun. The dream faded, my mind once again occupied by my excitement about the day to come. After all, it was just a dream and dreams aren't real. I soon forgot about the incident entirely. I hadn't even thought about the three beasts' identities, or that it could mean something.

I was so naive.