A young Pichu ran through a dense forest. The light filtering through the leaves got to his eyes, making him rub across with his forearm tiredly.
"Hey!" a voice called, "Come back here, lil guy! It wasn't anything to worry about!"
Pichu looked behind himself towards the voice, and then started to run again. When he finally turned to face where he was going, his head hit something tough and stiff, and he rolled onto his back.
A Lopunny was looking down at him with an almost mocking smile. "Just relax. I'm sorry, okay? Didn't know anyone else lived here."
"You're sorry?" Pichu asked standing up. "But… I thought you were from the Trio Continent. With your accent."
"I am," Lopunny nodded, "what's that have to do with anything?"
"Well, that's far away. And my mom said that people from there are kinda crazy."
"Crazy? Pretty sure that's just me."
"Mmmmm," Pichu hummed. His voice was clearly unconvinced as the Lopunny bent down on his knees to meet him at eye level.
"Do you know much about the Trio Continent?" Lopunny asked.
"It's far away from here, mister. And uh…"
"I mean history-wise. Like, what's happened."
"I do…." Pichu mumbled. "Well, I can guess."
Lopunny smirked.
"Bad stuff?" Pichu asked.
"Okay," Lopunny said, "I'll tell you. Since you asked so politely."
The ancient pokemon that created the world left ages ago. The Trio Continent in the northern hemisphere always had a special place in the order they left. It was natural that the creatures would continue to unite under banners, clash, and unite again.
Valor, founded by a pokemon known as Azelf towards the south. Verity, by his sister Mesprit nearby. The mightiest of all, Acuity, by their brother Uxie to the north.
The civilizations advanced beyond villages and their leaders, until they became kingdoms with high ideals of what greatness is defined by and why they weren't quite there.
After raising each kingdom up from villages and havens of life, the three Legendary pokemon gifted and cursed their descendants with genes passed down from parent to child.
To the Valorian royal family, descendants of Azelf, they will not own the genes required for psychical fear, unable to see risks until they have passed to be true, and they will be strong.
To the Veritan royal family, descendants of Mesprit, their emotions will be as raging beasts that they must and are able to tame, and they will be strong.
To the Acuitan royal family, descendants of Uxie, they will understand the world in the language of math and reason; lacking the understanding of others, needing to be taught the essence of beauty, and they will be strong.
As the ages continued, Acuitans pulled ahead of their peer nations and caused their own disaster.
They named themselves Maroon and Maroonians as a testament of shame, the dull red color of blood they lost.
The scars left by their war were said to be the Neon Plains, in the center of the continent. The grass glows a green bright as the old sun, harsh to look at. It cannot be resided in, as the energy flowing deep in the ground disturbs a pokemon's body and drives them to an untimely death.
Life and death continued. Death had its years before the families truly realized their placings in the world. Children gained hearts their parents didn't have, and created the tradition of family among those who didn't share blood.
Two more centuries passed, and they had created their cities, skyscrapers, and "balance". Technology evolved to accommodate all species of pokemon, despite almost all pokemon resembling animals of some nature. Everyone was now connected through their achievements.
The world continued, unaware that their creators hadn't left them to their own devices.
"That somewhat sounds like bad stuff," Pichu said.
"Nothing's perfect. But there are things that are beautiful and worth protecting," Lopunny explained. "Like your mother, yah?"
"Yeah," Pichu smiled."But what are you doing so far from the Trio Continent?"
"Man on a mission. And I do have to get back to it."
"Well, thanks mister."
"Good meeting you, lil guy."
Lopunny walked off, out of sight beyond the foliage in seconds. Pichu danced going on his own way.