There was a time where Unova was peaceful, a place full of diversity and yet also inclusive and tolerant of differences. It was a place where people were free to believe what they believed in as long as it didn't harm the social fabrics of society. The forefathers of Unova call it the Unovan dream, where any person or pokemon can make it big, where anyone is free to believe whatever they want to believe and carve out a place for themselves right here in Unova.

Unfortunately, the erosion of time had slowly fractured that Unovan dream. That Unovan dream is no more. Following the very first unification of Unova by the Twin Heroes and the reemergence of war that quickly broke out thereafter, people soon segregated themselves into two main factions: the seekers of "truth", and the believers of "ideals". This ripple carried over for the next 2,500 years, slowly making themselves the largest religious groups within the land and reshaping the history and social fabric of the region.

Nowhere is safe now. In recent years people who do not believe in either one of the two main religions of Unova were gradually being ostracised. The minorities were soon being forced to take a side to avoid unnecessary conflicts, conflicts that they could not afford to be involved in. Things took a new turn when the group known as "Team Plasma" emerged, formed from the origins of the beliefs that "truth" and "ideal" sprouted from. Their belief is that the current phenomenon where humans and pokemon live together as partners because both parties needing each other is wrong, that the "truth" they believed in is a wrong assumption made by humans due to their arrogance. Thus, they seeked to right the wrong by liberating all pokemon. A world where humans and pokemon are truly equals, that is the "ideal" that they are seeking. To create the ideal world is what Team Plasma is striving for.

Somehow or another, Team Plasma's beliefs quickly propagated all over the land. Within less than a decade, they soon became the most influential organisation in Unova from the small little religious group that they started out from. People seeking the answer to the "truth" that they wrongly believed in willingly seeked out and joined Team Plasma, taking the initiative to pave the road forward for the "ideal" world that they all dream of.

To those that do not share the same dream, however, Team Plasma's ideals are akin to their worst nightmares.

Lacunosa Town isn't a large town by any means, especially so after the attack on the town almost a year ago where Team Plasma sieged and laid waste to it. There were many survivors of the attack who had moved out after the incident, searching for a safer haven where they could be free from the ongoing conflict. Despite being labelled as a terrorist organisation after that attack, Team Plasma's influence can still be clearly felt and even seen. They do not fear the law, because they have the weight needed to bend them to their needs.

That was why nobody was currently helping the boy who was running away from Team Plasma's grunts; they knew better than to get involved because even the law had no effective way of controlling them. Everyone knows that Team Plasma are bold in their activities, they do not care about the methods used as long as they achieve their dream of creating that ideal world that their Seven Sages spoke of.

The boy ducked into the dark alleys, frantically trying to find a way to lose his pursuers. He clutched tightly onto the pokeball of his pidove, his mind overworking to find a possible solution that would not result in them being forcefully separated from each other.

"Over there!"

The boy's breath hitched at the shout and tried to run even faster, only to trip and fall when his legs finally gave up on him. He lost grip on his pidove's pokeball, the contraption rolling away from his feet and only came to a stop when it came into contact with the boots of a Team Plasma grunt.

"N-No!"

"Stay still," The grunt growled as his gurdurr pinned the struggling boy onto the ground, ignoring the boy's pleas and cries. The grunt picked up the boy's pokeball and let out a low whistle, pleased that he had finally reached his quota for the week for liberating pokemon from the non-believers.

"Give it back, give it back!"

The boy's struggle seemed to have irritated the gurdurr because the pokemon gave a harsh slam on his head. The boy's vision blurred at the impact as his entire body started to go limp. Despite that, he desperately fought to stay conscious, to do something to get his pokemon companion back.

Other grunts had joined up with the gurdurr's trainer by now, making rude jokes and comments about the situation and how they only managed to liberate a pidove after all the effort they went through. The boy clenched his fist, furious but unable to do a single thing.

If only he had the power. If only-

"To feel so proud of yourselves for successfully bullying a child, you scums are really damn pathetic."

The boy weakly tried to turn his head towards the sound of that unknown voice. He's barely conscious and his vision was blurry at best, but he was still able to make out the figure of a man walking out from the shadows of the dark alley that they were in. The upper half of the man's face was being hidden by the shadow casted by the breton cap that he was wearing, his long black coat slightly billowing with the gentle yet ominous breeze.

The feet of that stranger stopped right in front of the boy. The boy used the last of his strength to grip onto the bottom hem of the man's trousers.

"My… pidove… they took…"

The last thing the boy remembered was the sensation of being gently picked up by a pair of strong arms, the words the stranger spoke before he lost consciousness, and the screams that followed.

"Exterminate them."


He found himself in the hospital when he finally woke up. Not only that, the first being to greet him was the happy chirp of his companion, his pidove.

If it wasn't for the bandage around his head that told him that he had indeed taken a blow on the head from Team Plasma, he would have thought that he had simply experienced a nightmare.

His mother wouldn't stop crying, praying over and over to the twin dragons, conveying her gratitude to their deities that she was so thankful to them for bringing him back alive. The boy was a little nervous when the police officers came over to visit just a few hours after he woke up, but they were simply here to take his testimony. So, the boy simply recounted the events that day as best as he could.

There were five Team Plasma grunts chasing after him that day. After they had knocked his pidove unconscious, he recalled it and ran as fast as he could, ducking into the dark alleys thinking that he could lose them. The one with the gurdurr caught him and injured him just before the rest of the grunts caught up. It was then that mysterious stranger from the shadows appeared and saved him.

"Did you see his face?" The police officer asked, to which the boy replied with a shake of his head.

"He was wearing a cap and he wore a black coat," The boy recounted the most striking details about his saviour. "Um, he did say "exterminate them" before I fainted, and that is all I could remember…"

The two police officers taking his testimony exchanged uneasy glances, which was not missed by the boy and his mother.

"Sirs…?"

"It's nothing," one of the police officers dismissed the boy's unease with a forced smile. "That will be all. Thank you for your cooperation, and we wish you a speedy recovery. Do let us know if you recall anything else."

The smiles vanished from the faces of both officers the moment they exited the room. One of them finally decided to break the silence when they were sure that nobody was nearby.

"Good grief, that was our only lead and it's practically useless."

"Tell me more about it," the officer replied with a grim tone. "It wasn't murder, it was an outright massacre in broad daylight, like someone really hated Team Plasma's guts and just wanted to see them gone."

That alley where the boy was said to have fainted was now a crime scene and cordoned off to the public. There was a paint job originally scheduled to repaint those old walls, but that would have to be put on hold for the foreseeable future because those walls had recently been repainted with the blood of those Team Plasma scums. As much as the law enforcement wanted to see those troublemakers gone, even they wouldn't wish such an end for them.

"No clues, man. Not even a fingerprint, a hair, anything. Can't even tell what kind of pokemon did it."

"And according to the nurses, the boy just suddenly appeared in the hospital lobby from thin air. The security cameras didn't even manage to catch just how that happened and it certainly wasn't a teleport. More than that, all of the Team Plasma bases in town..."

Both officers took an uneasy gulp at the mention of the latest incident in town that caused quite a bit of an uproar the moment the news was made public. A handful of Team Plasma bases, those hiding in secret and also already known by the police, had suddenly been raided overnight. No survivors were found. According to their colleagues who were some of the first to respond to the anonymous tip-off that led them to those bases, it was like a scene from hell. Even some of their veteran colleagues had thrown up when they reached the scene. That was how gruesome the sight was.

In just one night, most, if not probably the entirety of Team Plasma's bases in Lacunosa, had been exterminated in the cruellest way imaginable, and nobody had a clue as to who had done it and how. The only thing they were sure of was that whoever had done such a thing was a single individual. The boy was the last lead they have and it turned out to be a dead end as well.

Some hailed that unknown stranger as a hero, some called him a cruel and arrogant monster that views himself as someone above the law. There were those that argued that since the law is proving itself incapable of stopping Team Plasma, right now is the time where they need vigilantes who are willing to do the things that other people wouldn't or are unable to do, to stop Team Plasma before they became a cancerous tumour too large to be eradicated.

The only agreement both sides can come to was that whoever that person was, he or she is not going to stop anytime soon.


Name: Jayce Dandolos

Age: 22

Pokemon Team:

1. Ninetales, female

2. Exeggutor, male

3. Weavile, male

4. Honchkrow, female

5. Umbreon, male

6. Hydreigon, male

7. Drapion, female

8. Zoroark, male

9. Bisharp, male

10. Shiftry, male

11. Porygon-Z, (Nosy), genderless

12. Greninja, male

13. Spiritomb, male