Disclaimer: No I don't own Pokemon.

I sat up in my bed, chest heaving heavily and tear streaks on my cheeks. What the heck is going on? I've had this same dream multiple times with the same outcome, and I just couldn't understand why. What was my mind trying to tell me? Not to mention that it felt so real, like a distant memory. Perhaps I've been watching too much Pokémon lately…

I closed my eyes and shook my head to rid my thoughts of the dream when my alarm suddenly began blaring the radio. I jumped and cursed, immediately shutting it off instead of snoozing as I usually would. I knew I wasn't going back to sleep anyway, so I decided to use those 10 or 15 minutes to take a quick shower. Afterwards, I threw on my favorite gray Pokémon t-shirt, some faded black jeans, and my black converse. I snuck a peek at the mirror, and decided that it would be useless to try to force my wavy, thick, dark hair into anything other than a side-braid.

It always surprised me when I braided my hair this way, as the gray streak in my hair stood out. In the past it annoyed me, and I've tried dyeing it but the dye faded after a few days no matter what I did.

"Alex if you don't hurry you'll be late for school!" cried my mom. I rolled my blue eyes dramatically while grabbing a bagel and my favorite coffee mug to go, and picked up my backpack and drawing notebook next to the door. A quick look at my phone showed that I had more than enough time, so I began contemplating the meaning behind my dream while walking to school. Even though a good hour has passed, I still remembered the details as clearly as though I just woke up. No other dreams I've had before were like this, and it unnerved me. But once I made it to school, I pushed the dream to the back of my mind to focus on more mundane things, like math. But as the day passed, my dream just kept popping up in my head, and a few times I found myself zoning in class. In order to try to stay awake I doodled in my notebook absentmindedly.

At lunch, my friends and I gathered in our usual lunch classroom and sat in our designated seats. But I couldn't concentrate on what my friends were talking about because the dream continued to consume my thoughts, and I whipped out my notebook to doodle to distract myself.

"Alex?"

I jumped, slightly jarring the desk array and causing everyone to stare at me. I sweat dropped and chuckled nervously.

"What's up?"

"Are you okay?" asked one of my friends. "You've seemed a bit out of it lately."

I stared at her, trying to think up a decent response.

"Well…it's just that…" I sighed and decided to tell the truth. "I've been having a reoccurring dream lately, and I'm just trying to figure out what it means." Well, the half-truth. They don't need to know the details, right?

My friends looked at me strangely before nodding and tried fishing for more information, but I skirted around and eventually they dropped the topic. I wouldn't have been able to bring myself to describe my dream to them anyway. I mean, everyone knows I'm the local PokéManiac, but to have dreamt something like this must be plain weird. Eventually the ten-minute warning bell rang, and everybody went their separate ways.

In a haze, I walked up the stairs to get to my locker, and robotically inserted the combination. I placed my drawing notebook in my locker for organizational purposes, and the five-minute warning bell blared throughout the halls. Quickly sifting through my binders and such, I slammed the locker shut. However, I realized that I forgot to put my notebook back in my backpack after walking a few steps away. Cursing silently at myself, I reopened my locker and hastily retrieved my notebook. It opened to a random page, and I found that I had drawn a Lucario, a Mightyena, and a guy that looked like Sir Aaron from my dream. A frown appeared on my face as I flipped through the rest of the notebook, and found different scenarios from my dream on every page from the past few days. I slammed the book closed, and walked back to the stairs with notebook in hand. I groaned as people pushed up and down the long, spiral staircase, and prepared myself for the worst. Eventually somebody shoved me hard enough that my arm hit the railing, causing me to lose my grip on my notebook. It drifted to the ground level, and I precariously leaned over the rails to get a better look at where it landed. At that moment I saw something pink out of the corner of my eye before I felt myself tip over the edge due to all the shoving and pushing, and a shrill scream cut through the hum of voices as I plummeted head first down to the ground. Before impact, I heard a voice in my head.

He needs your help, Alessia. Guide him well through his journey…

Then everything went black.

A/N:
Hahaha...wonder what Alex is gonna have to deal with now? Guess you'll find out soon! Fav/follow if ya want. Thanks for the support!

~Wolffyychu18