A sea of gray clouds below. Perfect, square white pillars reached from under those clouds all the way past the gray-yellow light shining down. Two comets moving side by side, twisting in a dance.

"En route. Switch to mobile mode imminent. Warning. Large energy signature detected."

"Switch to mobile mode complete. Warning. Avoid large energy signature ahead."

The two comets in the sky shot off in separate directions. A third comet appeared, drenched in holy light.

"Engagement mode activated. Probability of success, fifteen percent. Current speed, one-hundred and twenty miles per hour."

The pair of comets shot trails of light at the third. They swung around it from separate directions and became locked in a dance.

"Warning. Large energy signature detected. Current energy level in comparison, one point five percent."

The third comet flowed back as the two advanced. She danced in wide motions, firing back glowing projectiles of all colors.

"When!?"

"Wait for it…"

The two comets reached either side of the holy light.

"Now!"

The two comets crashed together.

A Pikachu and Buneary with black metal spines rounding over their backs charged as best possible. The bottom edge of the spines were glowing red with their body's energies, rocketing them against her shield. Mother caught each of them in her two hands, unamused. She waved her arms, and the Buneary was thrown back in the air.

The spines connected to his ignited as he stabilized himself in the air. When he looked up, Mother was striking back. A torrent of light crashed over him.

The second comet darted up above Mother. The Pikachu took a breath, stayed, then charged again while she was distracted.

Lights shot up from below him. He swerved left and right, but the spines on his back were hit by one. As the rest of the barrage came, the Pikachu disconnected the spines from around his back and entered free fall.

"Just die already!"

Mother's eyes widened.

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, I will grant you fearlessness. You will not be able to feel fear to save your own life, or fear that prevents you from saving another."

"To the Veritan royal family, descendants of Mesprit, I will grant you emotions like raging storms. You will be able to feel the emotions of others, and experience double of what other creatures feel, for better and worse."

"To the Acuitan royal family, descendants of Uxie, I grant you distance from all you observe. You may sometimes fail to understand the illogical beauty of life, but you may learn if you so desire."

As the ages continued, Acuitans pulled ahead of their peer nations and caused their own disaster.

They were insulted and called Maroon and Maroonians as a testament of shame, the dull red color of blood they lost.

Two more centuries passed, and they had created their cities, skyscrapers, and "balance". Technology evolved to accommodate all species of pokemon, despite their stark differences. Everyone was now connected through their achievements.

The world was starting to look how it did before her.

The sunflowers were glowing among the tall grass. A Sentret's head popped up over them under the pure blue sky.

"Dad!" the Sentret called.

"Over here!"

The Sentret's head dipped back below the grass. The sunflowers bent away as she rushed towards the voice. She started to lose track of where the voice came from as she ran, but was grabbed by a Lombre's red fingers and hoisted her up in the air.

"Hey," the Lombre said. "You ready? Apple pie tonight."

"You were going to show me how to harvest sunflower seeds! What about that!?"

"Tomorrow, I promise. Got caught up with those merchants earlier, and getting those chicken eggs was, well.. You know I will."

Lombre walked with the Sentret staring right into his eyes. Sentret continued her silent complaints by pushing on him while he carried her.

Their small two room house was just a little past the field. The Lombre set the Sentret down when they reached the dirt that surrounded it. Pollen in the humid breeze made the Sentret sneeze. The Lombre was about to say something, but he sneezed too.

"Oh, my babies," a voice sighed.

A Furret was sitting out on the front patio in a hammock wired to the ceiling. While swinging back and forth, she lifted a brown sunhat from in front of her eyes to shake her head at them. Her hazel eyes thinned when a wide smile overtook their face.

"Just take your allergy medicine already," she said laughing.

"We don't need it," the Lombre said. "We're tough, ain't that right?"

"Yah! We're tough!"

The Furret just shook her head again, but it got stuck facing off to the horizon. Her smile became a blank stare.

"Rick, do we have visitors today?" the Furret asked.

"No, why?"

"There's carriages."

"Eh?"

The Sentret curiously followed behind the Lombre up the ramp to their front door. She adjusted herself a few times, tracing their eyes to see what they did in the distance.

There were two carriages coming their way, whisking up dirt at the bottom of their wooden wheels. They were being pulled by a Musdale and Rapidash with dull looks in their eyes.

"Mmm, go on inside Abigail," the Furret said. "Let's see who they are. Could be lost."

The Sentret pushed in the door while the Furret and Lombre went back down the ramp. Curious, Abigail used her tail and lifted her eyes up to the window's height. It was wide open from the top, so she could hear the voices of the Mudsdale and Rapidash calling that they were here.

A Charizard slammed on the ground from out of nowhere. From the carriages, different species of pokemon ran out and came to a stop in a straight line.

"Who are you?" the Furret asked.

Abigail wasn't sure if anyone answered, but another pokemon came down from the sky. A Noivern elegantly landed on the tips of his feet.

"Rick Frisk," the Noivern said, "come quietly."

Abigail jumped and fell back on the floor. The Noivern turned his beady eyes directly at her for a split second.

"Lovely daughter," his voice continued, "why don't we keep this civil? The charges are grand theft and assault. Come."

"W-wait," the Furret mumbled, "who are you people?"

"The Nightlights will be sending you a notice and court order, miss Jessie. I recommend you check your mail a little bit more often."

Abigail stayed under the window, only peering back up after the sounds of hooves against dirt started up again. The Furret stayed behind with the Lombre no longer in sight. Abigail watched her mom for a few long minutes until she came back up to the house.

The Sentret stared as she opened and closed the door.

"Mom...?"

"He'll be back soon. Apple pie tonight."

The Furret trudged to the other room, not letting Abigail see her face. She looked out the window again. The sunflowers started dying.

It was a cookout on a huge lawn with short grass and no weeds in sight. That's probably why it always felt good to the Audino's feet, but her play space was being invaded on again today.

Her parents, a Clefable and Gardevoir, were each working on food and a metal monster respectively. Smoke was rising from both of their work spaces. Smoke from the Clefable's grill drifted towards the mansion a little way up the hill while smoke from the Gardevoir's metal tower drifted towards a black fence and trees protecting them from the outside world. Both of the white wisps of air eventually faded up to the harsh sun.

Agatha preferred to keep closer to the Clefable. The Audino lifted up a hot dog to up her face, although it was only at the height of the Clefable's elbow.

"Alisha!" the Clefable called, "food's ready! Come on"!

"In a minute!"

Agatha flinched and gripped her plate tightly. The Clefable chuckled to himself.

"She gets like this," the Clefable said. "Your mother takes this seriously. Always has. Being in this family now, though. I think I get it."

"What does it do again...?"

"What does it do? Seriously?"

The Clefable ruffled the fur on top of Agatha's head. She groaned and pulled away, taking a bite out of the hot dog.

"We're going to find out who we all are, Agatha. Together."

The Gardevoir kicked the metal. A second or two after the bang, she grabbed her foot and hopped on one leg with a tiny yell.

"Well. Probably something like that."

It was night time in the city. Even in Valor, at this hour the skyscrapers were turning off their lights.

A white Eevee was grumbling to himself. He had a brown paper bag filled with jangling coins he was sent to collect. He hated getting donations for the orphanage, so that's why they always made him do it. It was demeaning. But even thinking about it didn't make the small sounds around him in the alleyways less obvious.

Light wished whoever was following him would just come out already, but it was probably too wide of a street for them to feel comfortable yet. Where he lived was in a pretty small area, though. He might as well get the encounter out of the way. He chose an alleyway in between two brick buildings that were a restaurant and store. A small crate was in the way, but Light hopped over it.

The only things in the alley were a dumpster and a grated in the center for draining rainwater. Moonlight reflected off the the metal with enough intensity to make Light's eyes adjust to it.

The white Eevee was already turned around when the pokemon came over the crate. A Servine and Ledian with leather bags over their shoulders hopped and flew over the crate. They both got situated right next to each other before putting on weak glares.

"Don't move," the Servine said. "Give him your bag."

Light nodded. He aimed, and swung the bag over his shoulder straight at him. It hit the Ledian in the face. The Servine broke eye contact to glance at the Ledian's falling body, letting Light use Trump Card and throw the red card as he turned back to him.

It hit the Servine right between the eyes. The Ledian was yelling and groaning in pain on the ground, but the Servine was completely out.

Light sauntered towards them. The Ledian's blue eyes were flickering on and off while he was lying on the ground. Light grabbed his ripped brown paper bag and took both of their leather bags onto his own shoulders.

When he looked up to leave, an Armaldo was resting his chin on the crate just watching with an amused smile.

"You're pretty good," he said. "How about we make a deal?"