-Prologue-

Alright, listen up. I've got a lot of things to say and not a lot of time to say it.

First of all: I am not dead. Don't believe it. No matter who says it, or how they say it, don't lose faith. I am very much alive.

If you're reading this, then you probably know of the shitstorm that went down about two days ago. I'm sure you remember the fires, the chaos, humans and pokemon alike running in terror.

It started in Michina Town, of course, the place where Legend has us believe that Arceus saved the world from a meteor shower, and in turn was brought from the brink of Death by a man named Damos. In return, Damos was granted with the Jewel of Life, which turned the wasteland of Michina into a bursting paradise.

Arceus had created the Jewel of Life out of five of his precious Life Plates, however, and he had informed Damos that it was only a matter of time before Damos was required to return the Jewel to his Lord. Damos foolishly believed that, when the Jewel was returned, the land in which his people thrived would return to a horrible dustbowl of neglect. And so instead he betrayed Arceus: Using the missing Life Plates to his advantage the traitorous human and his subjects furiously attacked the one that was once their loved God. They beat Arceus to within an inch of his life, forcing him into a sleep that would last for millennia.

He woke up two days ago, of course. In his terrible fury, he rained his Judgement upon the small city. Buildings exploded, fires erupted, both humans and pokemon were left as nothing but smoking craters. Since then he has begun running rampant across Sinnoh. In retaliation, the Sinnoh Company sent almost half their army on a mission: kill Arceus.

You can probably guess how well that went, but for simplicity's sake I'll tell you: not well at all. The Sinnoh Company has since gone underground, and the other Regions are a bit less trigger happy. Humans and Pokemon are evacuating Sinnoh as fast as possible, now.

It's useless. As of right now, Arceus is unstoppable. At this rate, he'll tear the planet to pieces.

Hehe. My buddy Torkoal says 'hi.'

Yeah, I know: Most Pokemon Rangers wouldn't want a Torkoal for a Partner Pokemon. Well to that I say: 'can it!' I couldn't give a shit about your opinion, much less that of other Rangers. Besides, that's not important.

What's important is the Poem. When Arceus went into his slumber, the Elder of Michina, Antiquia Loquitur, recited a Prophecy that would depict a way to calm Arceus, if one could solve it.

I'm writing this because 1) anyone that finds it could be of help, and 2) because I'm hoping that it's Yuuki that's reading this, which I'm willing to bet it is.

I miss you, Yuuki. I've seen so, so much, since taking on my role as a Pokemon Ranger. I've seen burning forests, poisoned waters, giant crumbling caves of ice. I've seen terrorists taking hostages, buildings exploding. I've had pokemon die in my arms.

And never, ever, have I felt more hopeless than I feel right now.

I won't give in, Yuuki. I'll find you, and together we'll put a stop to this. If you, or anyone else reads this letter, I urge you to head to the ruins of Michina Town. We need to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Or more accurately, we need to find all the pieces. At present, all I have is the poem. Perhaps you can make more sense of it than me.

Three in total will decide for the Earth,

Separate yet together they start at the Birth.

The first will head to Gold's lesser equal,

To find the secrets and thus find the sequel.

The next will go to the place of the past,

Where technology replaces emotional cast.

The last will go to the smallest of Crowns,

Where evil lies in the darkest of frowns.

Together they fight

But apart they fail,

And only by unbound trust prevail.

Those were his last words.