Two Months Later

As Wally's Flygon flew closer to the Battle Frontier, or what he suspected to be the Battle Frontier, a nervous feeling started in the pit of his stomach. He gazed uneasily at the tall buildings, which had their finishing touches being put on, and wondered what he could be doing here.

Professor Birch had told him this was his test to become a Pokedex holder. He was on a misson to search for any strange goings on. There was really no need to challenge the Battle Frontier so Wally decided he'd stick to his mission.

When Professor Birch had told her that he himself didn't quite know about the mission, Wally became skeptical. Supposedly this mission was from Professor Oak, who didn't elaborate and only told Professor Birch, after a long conversation about irrelevant things, to make sure on of his Pokedex holders was at the Battle Frontier on this specific week.

While Wally was happy to be trusted with such an important mission, he would have liked to know why he was there. As he drew closer to the Frontier he looked for a place to land an saw a nice tree where he could rest for a bit.

Wally sat back again but felt something missing from his back pocket. He lifted himself, his Flygon looking back curiously as soon as he did, and checked his back pockets, confirming he lost whatever was in them.

"Oh no!" The green haired trainer panicked "I've lost my Frontier Pass!"

The boy had gotten the pass just in case he did need identification in the Battle Frontier, not because he wanted to challenge it. Certainly not because he wanted to challenge it.

Finally he did the only thing he could do and retraced his steps. When he looked back though, he saw nothing but water. Finally, the green haired trainer gave up, deciding that his Pokedex would serve as sufficient identification for the time being.

"I hope I can get a new one..." Wally though glumly before flying back to the tree.

He noticed a black book at the foot of the tree and realized, happily, that it was his Frontier Pass and began descending. Abruptly thought, a boy ran up, picked up Wally's pass and proceeded to examine it.

Wally's Flygon landed with a slight thud, scarring the boy, or young man, who's head whipped over to Wally and his Pokemon. Wally smiled and began explaining himself.

"I'm sorry but that's my Frontier Pass..."

"Oh, so you must be a trainer!" the curly haired boy began as he gave the green haired trainer his pass back, "Well of course you're a trainer! So your name is Emerald."

Wally nodded bashfully, knowing fully well that he would have to lie to many others about his name. He lied on his Frontier Pass so his parents wouldn't know where he was, but now he knew he couldn't tell anyone about himself or even his real name.

"Oh if you're a trainer, please let me interview you!" the boy asked cheerfully.

"Um...okay but...I don't see how I'm that important..." Wally began modestly.

"Nonsense! I'd love to get input from trainers who are going to be challenging the new Battle Frontier!" the boy was quite reassuring as he continued, "Don't worry. I won't ask any personal questions. I'm not that kind of reporter."

Once again, the young Pokedex holder nodded, "Yeah I figured...okay so...do you have any questions for me."

The curly haired brunet nodded, "Okay...what kind of Pokemon do you like?"

"Why is he asking me THIS question of all?" Wally asked himself, "Oh yeah, cuz I'm a Pokemon Trainer..."

"Um...well you see...I..." the green haired boy began stumbling over the answer.

All of a sudden, a flash from the bushing stunned the reporter boy and he fell to the ground. The dex holder quickly faced the Pokemon, which his Pokedex quickly realized as a Breloom.

Wally ran back over to his Flygon and jumped on it's back before calling for it to use fly. The Pokemon nodded to it's trainer and flew high into the air before coming down, low to the ground and flying past the wild Breloom. The Pokemon was blown back by the gusts and knocked out.

The young reporter twitched and got up slowly, analyzing the scene. Wally looked back at him and smiled before pulling out a Pokeball and catching the wild Breloom.

"You see...I like green Pokemon." Wally said calmly as he examined the Breloom, "Well I've got to go!"

And with that, the green clad Pokedex Holder ran off toward the Battle Dome where the opening ceremony would be held. The young brunet watched him go with wonder.

A voice came over the surrounding speakers and the young reporter jumped up, "Oh no! I've gotta be going too! The conference with Mr. Scott is about to start!"

Wally had been wandering around the underground labyrinth that was the battle dome for a while. How long, he did not know. He checked every door looking for a way out, fearing he'd be stuck there forever.

"MOVE!" A voice yelled from behind him and the green haired Pokedex holder spun around in surprise.

A man in a purple jumpsuit came toward him on a Salamence at lightning speed. The green haired boy jumped out of the way in the nick of time, falling into a wall while trying to escape being barreled into. He watched the man go.

"Maybe he knows the way. He looks like he would." Wally thought to himself as he ran after the oddly dressed man.

Finally there was a light at the end of the labyrinth and the green clad Pokedex holder's speed picked up, despite his asthma. As he went into the lighted passage way he was blinded for a minute or two. He only heard the cheering and screams that he'd heard in the labyrinth get louder, then quiet.

Wally opened his eyes and looked around. To his right, there was an angry looking Voltorb and Swalot. To his left was two trainers, one with a Seviper and the other with a Crowbat.

"Wh-whats...?" someone questioned but Wally didn't see who. He was focused on the two trainer-less Pokemon charging toward him.

"Flygon!" the young Pokedex holder called to his Dragon Ground-type Pokemon.

As soon as the Flygon came out, it's trainer called for it to use Sandtomb and both wild Pokemon were enveloped in sand. Wally quickly jumped on the Flygon's back and the two flew up high, only to drop down again in a Fly attack.

The young green haired Pokedex holder didn't even know the battle was over until cheers erupted once more from the audience. He had defeated the two 'wild' Pokemon, which was something he'd done many times during his two months of training. Somehow it felt much better when there was an audience.

Before the heavily modest trainer could bashfully soak up the attention, a hand grabbed his shoulder and dragged him away, his confused Flygon following