The blazing blue sky that hovered over the two of us. It was the only thing that kept me sane. It showed that what I had just experienced wasn't a nightmare. In my dreams, the sky was always red, no matter what the dream was about. But here, the sky was a azure.

I fell to my knees, my anger quickly turning into sadness. I sniffled and huffed, trying to fight away the tears which were stalking at the exits of my eyes.

"Why... why does this have to happen now? I finally have the strength to protect her, and she's not here! She's gone. She's never coming back! I loved her so much. Why does this have to happen after they attacked?!"

The cloaked figure placed their arm upon my shoulder, gripping it softly before kneeling down in front of me.

"I know your pain better than my sword knows blood. Yet there is nothing either of us can do. Come with me, and make sure your power can be used to grant a better tomorrow- for those of us who will never have a better today."

He stood up, and began to walk toward the Pokecenter north of the city. I looked around at the people staring in awe at the spectacle that just appeared before them. They were all out of words to say. I shook my head. I couldn't be distracted by this. I had so many questions, and too little answers. I've got to follow that guy and learn more.

I stood up and followed him.

The doors to the poke center opened automatically as we approached. A doorbell ring sounded as we were greeted by a beautiful nurse.

"Welcome to Alola's finest center! Is there anything I can do for you two-WHOA, are you okay?" The nurse said.

"Huh?" I replied.

I looked down. My shirt was dripping wet with fresh blood

"Oh? Don't worry, this isn't my blood."

The nurse's facial expression went from concerned to horrified in a near second.

"WAIT, no! It's not like that, it's um- a dragon came and-"

"Don't tell me you're part of Team Skull..." she whispered.

"Team Who?"

"Shut up. You're just making this worse on yourself. Let me handle this." Said the cloaked figure.

They removed their hood for the nurse and said "it's me" in a slightly higher pitched voice.

The nurse nodded and moved out of our way.

After that was finally figured out, the two of us walked left toward the PokeCenters cafe. A couple that was conversing nearby gave us awkward looks as they relocated.

The nurse came back with a towel and a new shirt. I removed my shirt, wiping off some of the blood that had soaked through and blood that had gotten on the couch, and put on the new shirt.

The cloaked figure placed his legs up on the table I sat across from them at before completely removing their cloak. My jaw dropped as I found myself staring at the cloak they wore underneath. The first cloak was already huge enough, how many could one person wear?! They've got to be sweating up a storm.

"Pokémon were not always our enemies. In fact, it was quite the opposite a century ago. I could go into the details of it, but time is scarce. Read this and come back to me tomorrow, there is something I must attend to." They said as they tossed a composition notebook onto the table. They bowed before getting up and leaving.

That was insanely uneventful. I was expecting some epic tale or maybe a secret headquarters inside of the center. Instead, they simply threw down a notebook and left. There was no way I was going to read this stupid book!

In the middle of the night, I lie awake in my two room apartment. There was one kitchen, and one bedroom. My eyes bloodshot from my lack of sleep, and the composition book haunting me. I had nothing to do for the rest of the night if I couldn't sleep. I had a choice of boredom or reading the stupid book. And I contradict my previous statement by going ahead and opening it up.

In the beginning of the story, a paragraph was crossed out in blood. It read Journal Input- 'Dear diary, I becoming more and more infatuated towards Madison everyday. I hope one day I can ask her to marry me. Maybe marriage will make her life worth living.' I quickly skimmed past every page. All but one page had a diary insert about some girl named Madison, crossed out in blood. The last page read Journal Input- '...this journal doesn't deserve to exist. I'm going to rip it into pieces, and burn it.' I closed the book and looked around it. Despite wear and tear from being around for 100 years, there was no evidence of significant damage. It seemed whoever wrote this failed at destroying the notebook.

I flipped back to the beginning of the book and read the paragraph right after the crossed out section.

"Today, I realize I am going to die. 10 years ago, Pokemon, the beloved creatures with god-like powers that we used to get through everyday life betrayed humanity. Everywhere you look, someone is either insane or dying. The only way we can get by is by killing any and every Pokemon we find. Recently, I was recruited into a group for pre-teens to get experience in killing. When me and a couple of friends of mine got lost, we encountered Girintina, a skeletal dragon with a centipede-like body known for being able to manipulate anti-matter. As I was the most advanced out of the group, I was dared to battle it. Little did I know how outclassed I was. Eventually, it looked like I defeated it when I really didn't. I was recruited into an elite class of Pokemon Hunters known as The Hollow Renegade." The rest of his novel was about his adventures in the Hollow Renegade, facing Pokemon left and right and nearly dying weather it was a small Pokemon or a Pokemon large enough to devour an entire castle in a single bite. At the end, a strange Pokemon known as Deoxy's invaded the city. At that part, the notebook suddenly cuts off for 10 pages.

The last thing written at the very back page of the notebook was in blood just like all the crossed out parts. It read "47293050-pokemon-survival". I was certain it meant something, something important. But I couldn't figure out what. I closed the book and set it on the drawer next to my bed. I felt insanely tired after reading that book. I could finally go to sleep.

A red sky
A Red Sea
A red sun
And red beads
Drawn in a circle where the two of us meet
A man with brown hair shaped like a Christmas tree
As we stand
In this hellish land
Unspoken dialogue is sang

"The next generation of heroes. It lies in your hands. This is my gift to you. Do with it what you will." He said as he unsheathed a sword with a jagged blade.

I gripped onto the handle. The blade evaporated into floating water.

This is my destiny.