My parents and I were getting ready to go to sleep for the night just as we'd done many times before. However that night would be different... the events of that night would show me that even my parents had their dark secrets, ones which they had wished to never speak of. Now these secrets were not secrets that were "dark" as in "evil," but rather "dark" as in secrets that one wishes to never speak of because of the sorrows from your past that they remind you of. The events of that night started with me asking a few questions that seemed innocent enough... but some questions seem innocent only because you know nothing of what you are asking about.

"Mother... Father... what exactly motivated you to spend your time and energy at the beginning of those 4 years... what exactly motivated you to bring me into this world in the beginning? You said that I became something more than an experiment over those 4 years, but why? Finally, why didn't you name me when I came into the world? From what I know, parents name their children but you both said that I must decide upon my own name. What reason did you have for that?"

My parents looked as they been struck by an Electric attack for a few moments, then their look changed to one of deep sadness and regret. "Comet, I think I should start off on answering this one." "Agreed... I wasn't there with you at the beginning... something that pains me deeply as I could have stopped it from happening." "Stopped what from happening, Mother?" "All will be revealed in due time, my little one."

My father began to speak slowly and sadly. "I was born into this world, little one... born into this world from my mother's womb. I had parents, a mother and a father. I looked up to them, respected them and considered them far wiser than I would ever be. That all ended that fateful day, the day I turned 10 years old. That day my psychic powers manifested for the first time without any warning and at the same intensity you have witnessed me use them at. The differences then were that I had no idea what was happening and was unable to control my powers, not having any training in doing so. My powers manifested themselves in a "psychic burst," something that was completely unknown to the world. Other psychics lived in our town and had detected no psychic potential within me despite their skill. That "burst" was the first sign there was that I possessed psychic abilities... and it proved fatal to my parents."

I realized with horror what he meant; he and my mother had trained me rigorously when it came to my psychic abilities, as I had learned that without such training I would be a mortal danger to not just myself but other creatures as well. With no training and no knowledge of what was happening to him at the moment that his powers manifested, the result would have been that his psychic powers would have manifested themselves at their full intensity raw and uncontrolled. It was a miracle that he had survived... but that was because he would have a little protection from his own powers even under those circumstances. It wouldn't have been much, but it obviously saved him... but his parents were a different matter. They had obviously not been psychics as the "burst" had been the first sign that my father possessed psychic abilities, and that would have been expected if his parents had possessed such abilities as well. Without such abilities, no living creature (perhaps barring a Dark-type Pokemon) would have had any chance of survival.

My father continued with his story, and it soon became clear how he had met my mother. She had felt the "burst" from my father and (being curious) come to investigate. What she found was a destroyed house, two dead adult humans and a 10-year old boy with newly manifested psychic abilities on the brink of losing his sanity. She had quickly realized that if that were to happen that this would happen again... and again, and again. The only thing more dangerous than a powerful untrained psychic is a powerful untrained and INSANE psychic. She made the ultimate sacrifice that day and linked herself to my father mentally... an ultimate sacrifice because she had never met my father before and had been a wild Pokemon, free to do as she wished. Normally a wild Pokemon will only give up the freedom that comes with being wild if a trainer has earned deep trust from them and/or been defeated in battle by the trainer and the trainer's Pokemon.

My mother continued the story as my father broke off, unable to continue. "Your father lost almost everything he had known that day, and the one thing he didn't lose he cast off... his name." "Why...why did he do that? Mother, I don't understand... why?" "It was simply too painful for your father to keep his name after what his powers had done to his parents." "That wasn't his fault! He didn't mean to kill them! He didn't mean to do anything!" "That still didn't change the fact that it was his powers that resulted in the deaths of his parents, and as such he didn't feel that he should carry the name that his parents had given to him."

I thought about that for a moment, and then I asked my father this question: "Is that why you refused to give me a name? Is that the reason?" My father replied: "Yes, that is one reason. Having cast off my name, I have no right to impose a name upon you. However that is not the only reason... it was long thought that one's name held power, and that there were ways that one could be controlled by another who knew their name. In some ways, that still holds true... which is another reason why I refused to give you a name." "That's ridiculous... you can't control someone by just knowing their name!" "I said that names hold power, little one... not that such power is physical in nature. Names hold power psychologically and emotionally... speaking a name can inspire respect, hatred, grief... in some ways your name becomes a definition of who you are."

My mother agreed with him on that point. "Your father initially gave me my name because of both the speed and appearance of my Quick Attack. He discovered later that it also applied to my intelligence and my ability to see things that he could not." I thought for a moment and asked my mother what kinds of things she meant. "You are about to learn of those, little one... and the answers to your other questions as well."