I was sitting in a chair, reading a book.

What was it about? I don't remember, nor does it matter. At any rate, I couldn't concentrate on it. I was thinking about which starter I would choose. My dad, he was sitting opposite of me, also reading. It was a cold winter evening, and the sun had already set. A fire was blazing in the fireplace. Everything was fine.

Then it happened.

There was a noise, a crash, and the wall exploded. I yelled and ducked. The wall was the one with the fire, and there was flaming wood everywhere. The fire alarms and security were blaring. I lifted my head.

There were two figures running up. It was lightly snowing. There was something else - a Pokemon? - flying behind him.

"Did we get him?" one figure asks. I duck my head down, hardly daring to move. They walk in the hole in our house. "Pretty intact. I don't think they all went off," I hear. I hold my breath.

Then, one says, "Welp, if we didn't get him, we have Celebi, right?" "We can't make too many blunders. We don't want to cause a paradox, and we definitely-" "Wait, do your hear that?" Silence. I nearly burst. Then I hear sirens. "Quick! We need to leave!" "To when?" "I don't know!" Light. I lift my head. They are gone. The sirens are louder.

I look over at my dad. A big piece of debris must've hit him on the head, because he has a big laceration that is bleeding badly. I rise and walk over to him, then kneel beside him. "You'll- you'll be alright…" I say. He looks up at me, his eyes focusing. "They'll blame- you," escapes his lips. "Don't die!" I say, beginning to cry. "Go… just, go…" His eyes are unfocused again. Is he dead? I don't know. The police and an ambulance arrive. They start to break down the door, then see the massive hole. I stand and run up the stairs, as police run inside. Two paramedics crouch by my dad and begin talking to him. I run down the hallway upstairs to my dad's room. The window is large. I open it. Brrr… It's cold outside. I break through the screen, then jump down into the snow. I look back at the house. Lights are blaring. I turn to run again, as I remember the name those people said. Celebi.

"Celebi? I haven't heard of anything like that," says Professor Ivy. "I think it was their Pokémon. I was hoping you would know," I say. "Well, also about your story, I think I remember that," says the Professor, pulling out a newspaper. I read the headline. 9 Year Old Pallet Town Youth believed to have Killed Father. I read further. "A horrific thing happened January 7, at 12 Green Road, in Pallet Town. Neighbors reported hearing a loud noise, and when police arrived at the scene, a large hole was in the side of the building. Investigators report that the hole was caused by a bomb, and later found more bombs around the house. The 9 year old in questions father, aged 35, was found mortally wounded, and paramedics were unable to save him. Before the father died, he was able to say, 'my child,' which leads police to believe that the nine year old had made and planted the bombs. The bombs were homemade, and…" I tear myself away. I can't believe it. "I'm innocent!" I shout. Professor Ivy nods. "I believe you. But now, I have to take you to Trovita island," "Trovita island? Why?" "To get the Spike Shell badge. The gym leader is an old friend of mine, so I'll give her my Blastoise, and she will give it to you once you beat her," explains Professor Ivy. I nod. "Oh, yes. Follow me," adds Ivy, rising. We walk through the house again, until we come to a rack of Pokéballs. Professor Ivy picks one up and hands it to me. "That is Charmander. And this-" she picks up another Pokéball, "is Blastoise. Now let's go to Trovita island." Ugh. Not another boat ride!