Prologue
It was an unusual night in Novaspi. There was a storm of unknown calibre. The rains poured into the night. Thunders rolled in with great ferocity. However, this is not what is eerie and daunting about it. What is, is the fact that no one dared to go out. Nocturnal Pokémon stayed in the night and feared the chaos outside. Electric Pokémon, who would usually love the thunder, are awestruck and now fecklessly whimper to slumber. Water Pokémon and those who inhibit the vast waters turn in cowardice and fear of the storm. The grass types opted to sleep. This was indeed Groudon and Kyogre's doing for no other legendary has the capability of perching such a wretched storm that would even shame the likes of Tornadus and Thundurus. The sky so dark and dim that even Darkrai would cower. Without any source of light, there would be darkness.
A lonely Pikachu, wearing a backpack with his flashlight and basket barely dangling from his mouth, runs through the forest. He shivers with fear and the harshness of the cold from the tempest. His teeth now chattering. The wind howls through his already wet fur and adds a chilly feeling that was both uncomfortable and tantalizing to the poor Pikachu. The mon reaches a cave at the edge of the forest and decides to stay for shelter for a while. He relaxes a bit and places the objects he's been carrying beside him. He gathered a few branches and some leaves littered near the cave and, after a few sparks, the fire lit up. The mon settled and sat for the first time in hours. "Berry gathering really isn't for me," he says still shivering. The thunder rolled ferociously and enveloped a large flash of light. The Pikachu, who once stayed near the entrance, inched its way into the mouth of the cave with fear. It's body was now starting to dry as the fire started to grow. The basket filled with Oran and Sitrus berries looked quite plump and scrumptious. He nabbed an Oran berry and ate it. Soon enough, he contemplated about the storm and the flavour of the sweet fruit.
The cave was at a base of a hill. This hill is only one of the hills that compromise the Mito range. The range serves as a natural barrier between the town of Novaspi and Konigg. Aside from this, the hills are completely uninhabited. Rough terrain with steep geography made it difficult to establish a feasable home for your average mon. However, this mon never considered itself average. This mon knows it's coming. It awaits its arrival atop the hills and hides until the presence is detected.
The Pikachu, now sleeping, is sees a blinding flash of light. He first thought that another lightning strike has happened nearby, however, in further investigation, he saw a lot of colors. Not to mention it didn't go away. The white was mixed with every color you can imagine and, when you look for it, it can be found rather easily. Under this strange dream there came a figure. The wary figure stood tall and commanding. It was unlike anything he has seen or believed. Its presense itself was intimidating. A voice spoke from it yet it doesn't seem to move its mouth. The deep voice, clear and not raspy, tells the Pikachu, now puzzled and disturbed, "Ecce homo." The figure faded and he was left with the darkness of the night.
"He has come," it says. The thunderous night has come to a raining drizzle. However, it can not attack now. He senses a Pokémon of guard. An attack to instantly eliminate such an opponent would not only shake the land but also create a shockwave of sound that could be heard by both neighboring cities and which it's only witness being asleep at the time unaware of the massive energy seeping through the cave. It is also not plausible to erase memories of all the inhabitants of the city as the chance of a psychic, though low, can lead to the whole plan being ousted and blame brought back to it. It decides to wait it out for an optimal chance and, when it can strike, it will unleash no mercy. It teleported and was gone instantly. What was left where footprints burried into the muddy rocks but this quickly washes away.
The Pikachu is now awake. It's now thoroughly exhausted from its prophetic dream. The sun was now rising at the end of dusk to start the morning and the fire is now just a pile of ash of the tree branches and leaves used as fuel. Though he was still cold, it became more managable to bear as the golden rays offered him more warmth than the dim fire. As he ate a berry and packed his flashlight in he noticed a small entity at the end of the tunnel. Usually he'd run and get away as fast as possible, however this is an exception. You see, this was not just the run-of-the-mill feral Pokémon. It was pink and feline looking. It had a high pitch. It has similarities to a Meowth, but the longer he looked the more distant do the two Pokémon get. It was badly bruised and started jerking around as it loathed in pain. It didn't growl like wild Pokémon would do, instead it moaned in agony as it curls up. He touches it and tries to wake it up. "Hello? Mister? Are you okay?" The Pikachu now tries to nudge the Pokémon into waking up. Finally, the Pokémon woke up. It's eyes were weak. It tried to sit upright but its arms cannot carry its weight in this condition. Some wounds gave way with a little bit of blood gushing out. It has now given up rising on sitting and laid like a paralyzed patient. "Oh good, you're finally awake. Did you try to cross the boarder there through that storm or were you mauled by ferals?" The Pokémon looked with surprise. The Pokémon examined the environment surrounding him. It tries to comprehend the talking Pikachu. It looked at it hands, and, with a stunning realization that something was wrong, it fainted and collapsed. Though the Pikachu was shocked of its collapse, he got onto work into squeezing a Sitrus berry into the Pokémon's mouth. He then got a pen and paper and wrote in the lingua franca Unown Script and attached it to the floor entrance. It says:
"Don't worry. I will come back later. Please elaborate your situation.
I mean no harm -Pikes ".
After this he got his berries and went off to Novaspi through the forest.