Sinnoh Region, Solaceon Town...

The summer sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the fields surrounding Solaceon Town. In the tall grass just outside a farm, a young boy around ten years old, led his sister through the field. She clung to his hand, her small frame practically hidden in the grass as she struggled to keep up with his excited pace.

"Hurry up, Ava!" he called over his shoulder, grinning. "We're almost there."

Ava, more hesitant, glanced nervously at the field around them. "Ethan, are you sure we're allowed to be out here? What if we get in trouble?"

"Don't worry so much." Ethan stopped for a moment and turned back to her, giving her a reassuring smile. "It's just a little further. I promise you're going to love it!"

Ava bit her lip, her usual shyness making her hesitant, but she trusted her brother. He had a way of making everything sound like an adventure, and despite her worries, she didn't want to be left behind.

As they pushed further into the field, the tall grass gave way to a small clearing. There, near the base of a tree, sat a lone Zangoose, its fur bristling as it eyed the two children. Ethan froze, his eyes wide with awe. He had only seen Zangoose in books before, but never up close like this.

"Look, Ava," Ethan whispered excitedly, crouching down so they wouldn't startle it. "That's a real Zangoose."

Ava's grip tightened on his arm. "It looks kind of scary…"

Ethan shook his head. "Nah, it's amazing. Watch."

Without waiting for her response, Ethan reached into his pocket, pulling out an Oran Berry he had snuck from the kitchen. Slowly, he extended his hand, offering the berry to the wild Zangoose.

Ava held her breath, her heart racing as the Zangoose's sharp eyes flicked toward them. It cautiously approached, sniffing the air before finally accepting the berry from Ethan's hand. The tension in the air lifted as the Pokémon relaxed, its fur settling.

Ava's eyes widened in amazement. "You did it… It actually trusted you."

Ethan beamed with pride. "See? It's not scary. You just have to be patient."


- 8 years later -

The soft morning light filtered through Ava's bedroom window, casting a gentle glow over the room. She blinked, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on her face. The house was quiet, the faint sounds of the farm waking up in the distance. She sighed, rolling onto her back, staring at the ceiling.

Today was her sixteenth birthday, but it didn't feel any different from any other day. She stretched and sat up, glancing at the small clock on her bedside table. There was still plenty of time before breakfast, but she felt no rush.

As she stood, her feet touched the cool wooden floor, and she padded across the room to her closet, her mind already wandering to the day ahead. Ava pulled out her usual clothes—comfortable jeans and a loose shirt—and started getting dressed, her movements slow, almost distracted.

I wonder if Mom's making anything special for breakfast… Ava thought, her fingers brushing through her long black hair, tying it back into a simple ponytail. She glanced at the door, her heart sinking a little as the same thought crept into her mind for the hundredth time. Ethan probably won't be there. He hasn't come home in two years. Why would today be any different?

The fight between Ethan and their dad had been ugly. She hadn't been there for most of it, but the shouting, the slammed doors, and the way Ethan had left without looking back was burned into her memory. Since then, he'd called her sometimes, sent the occasional message, but he never visited. Not once.

She tried not to let it bother her too much, but today, it stung. It's my birthday, and he still won't come…

Ava shook her head, pushing the thoughts aside. She left her room and headed downstairs, where the smell of pancakes greeted her, the warm, comforting scent filling the kitchen. Her mother, Laila, stood by the stove, humming softly to herself as she flipped the pancakes, the sunlight streaming in through the window behind her.

"Morning, sweetie," her mom said, glancing over her shoulder with a smile. "Happy birthday."

Ava managed a small smile in return. "Thanks, Mom."

"Come sit, breakfast is almost ready." Her mom's voice was as warm as the food she was making, and for a moment, Ava felt a flicker of comfort.

She slid into a chair at the kitchen table, watching her mother move with practiced ease around the kitchen. "Do you… do you think Dad will be home early tonight?"

Her mom paused for a moment, a slight frown creasing her brow. "He should be. He's been out working on the fence all morning, but I told him to make sure he's here for your birthday dinner."

Ava nodded, absentmindedly picking at a napkin on the table. "Do you think Ethan will call?"

Her mother's expression softened as she turned to face Ava, the spatula still in her hand. "Sweetheart, I know Ethan's been away for a long time, and things are still difficult between him and your dad… but he loves you. If he doesn't come today, I'm sure he'll call."

Ava bit her lip, trying to hide the disappointment creeping in. "Yeah… maybe."

Her mom came over, placing a gentle hand on Ava's shoulder. "Don't lose hope, okay? He knows how important today is."

Ava nodded but said nothing. Inside, though, she had already resigned herself to the fact that today would be like every other day. No Ethan, no big surprise, just the same routine. She didn't want to get her hopes up, only to be let down again.

As her mom went back to the stove, Ava glanced out the window, wondering where her big brother was now. Somewhere out there, living his own life. I guess I'm not really a part of it anymore…


Meanwhile...

The gentle hum of the train blended with the rhythmic clattering of tracks beneath Ethan's feet. Solaceon Town was just over the horizon, its familiar rolling fields coming slowly into view. He shifted his bag, careful not to disturb the present nestled inside. Today was a big day.


Later that morning, Ava found herself outside, standing near the old barn. The familiar smell of earth and hay filled the air as she gazed out at the fields. Her fingers absentmindedly played with a strand of her long hair, her mind wandering. She hadn't seen her dad all morning, but she knew where he'd be—out near the fence, mending it like always.

Taking a deep breath, she decided to go find him.

She walked through the tall grass, the morning dew still clinging to her boots as the sounds of farm life buzzed around her. Birds chirped in the trees, and somewhere in the distance, a Tauros let out a deep bellow. Ava followed the well-worn path to the back fields, spotting her father bent over by the fence, hammering a loose post into place.

Her dad, Theo, with his weathered face and gruff demeanor, was the type of man who rarely said much. His shoulders were broad from years of hard work, and his hands were rough, calloused from decades of farm life. As Ava approached, he didn't look up right away, too focused on his task.

"Hey, Dad," Ava called softly, stopping a few feet away.

He paused mid-swing, his hammer held high for a moment before lowering it. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he finally turned to her. His expression was stoic, as usual, but there was a softness in his eyes when he looked at her.

"Ava," he grunted. "Happy birthday."

Ava smiled faintly. "Thanks."

There was an awkward silence, the kind that always seemed to settle between them. Her dad wasn't the most expressive man, and ever since her brother left, things had been even tenser. She kicked at a small patch of dirt, unsure how to start the conversation she wanted to have.

"Mom said you'd be home for dinner tonight?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

Her dad nodded, returning to the fence post. "Yeah, I'll be there."

Ava hesitated, watching him for a moment. "Do you think… Do you think Ethan will call?"

Her dad stiffened slightly at the mention of Ethan's name. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, she thought he wouldn't answer. Finally, he sighed, setting the hammer down and wiping his hands on his worn-out jeans.

"I don't know," he admitted, his voice low. "I wouldn't count on it."

Ava felt her heart sink, even though it was what she had expected. "It's been two years, Dad. Maybe… maybe it's time to let it go?"

Her dad's eyes flicked to hers, his brow furrowing. "Let it go? You don't understand, Ava. Your brother—" He stopped himself, shaking his head as if trying to shake off the frustration.

"Ethan made his choice," he continued, his voice gruff. "He walked away. If he wants to come back, he's free to do so but he should expect to have to face the consequences of simply leaving the way he did."

Ava frowned, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. "He's still your son."

"I know that," her dad snapped, harsher than he meant to. The silence that followed was heavy, but he didn't correct himself. Instead, he sighed deeply, his face softening as he leaned against the fence. "Look, I know it hasn't been easy. I'm not saying I don't want him here, but… I can't just pretend like nothing happened."

Ava bit her lip, feeling the weight of the tension between her father and Ethan pressing down on her. She had always been stuck in the middle, trying to bridge the gap between them. But the more time passed, the harder it became.

"I just… I just want us to be a family again," she whispered.

Her dad's eyes softened, and for a brief moment, he looked vulnerable—like the weight of the farm, the family, and the years of anger were too much to carry.

"I know you do, Ava," he said quietly, his voice rough with emotion. "But sometimes, things don't go back to how they were."

Ava didn't know how to respond, so she just nodded, the disappointment settling deep in her chest. She wanted to believe Ethan would come, that they could somehow mend the broken pieces of their family. But standing here, with her dad so distant and her brother so far away, it felt like an impossible dream.

Her dad reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. "I'll be there tonight. We'll have a good dinner. That's what matters today, okay?"

Ava forced a small smile and nodded. "Yeah… okay."

But as she turned to head back to the house, she couldn't shake the feeling that something important was missing—something she wasn't sure they could ever get back.


Ethan adjusted the bag slung over his shoulder as he made his way through the winding fields of Solaceon Town, the familiar scent of farmland and blooming flowers filling the air. It had been a while since he'd been back home, and the quiet serenity of the town was a welcome change from the bustling lab of Sandgem Town. His heart raced a little as he approached the modest, two-story farm house where he and his sister had grown up.

Beside him, Zangoose padded along with its usual swagger, head held high and sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. The Normal-type Pokémon had been by Ethan's side since the day he'd started his own journey, and their bond had only grown stronger over the years.

"You ready for this?" Ethan asked, glancing down at his companion. Zangoose gave a soft growl of approval, flexing its claws as if to say, Always.

Ethan chuckled and patted Zangoose's head. "Good. Ava's going to need the support, too."

As they finally reached the house, Ethan spotted his sister sitting on the porch, absentmindedly gazing out at the fields. Her shoulder length black hair was pulled back into a simple high ponytail, and she looked lost in thought. It took her a moment to notice Ethan approaching, but when she did, her face lit up with surprise and excitement.

"Ethan!" Ava jumped up, running toward him. "You're back!"

Ethan grinned, his stocky build easily catching her in a quick hug. "Of course I'm back. Why shouldn't I be?"

Ava almost jumped at him again while looking up. "Cause it's been ages since you were home! Why didn't you call?"

An unhappy growl made Ava look down, realizing that in her excitement she had forgotten to greet Zangoose. She quickly squatted down and affectionately rubbed the normal type's head who purred in response.

Ethan looked at the scene for a moment before answering "Sorry. Been busy but i got a little something for you, too. A little present from the professor."

Ava's eyes widened. "Wait, you mean…?"

Ethan nodded, reaching into his bag and pulling out a Poké Ball. Without a word, Ethan threw it up and in a flash of light, a Piplup appeared, blinking up at Ava with bright, curious eyes.

"This is Piplup," Ethan said, watching as the little water-type chirped softly. "Your first Pokémon."

"Piplup!" it chirped cheerfully, puffing out its chest proudly.

Ava crouched down and slowly reached forward. "Hi there, Piplup… I'm Ava. It's nice to meet you." Piplup chirped again, hopping forward to nuzzle against her leg, already sensing the kindness in her voice.

Ava knelt, her fingers trembling as she stroked Piplup's soft feathers. "I don't know what else to say… it's perfect," she whispered.

Ethan smiled warmly, before reaching into his bag once more and pulling out an envelope sealed with the official insignias of both the pokemon league and the professor of Sandgem Town. "And there's more." He handed her the envelope. "This came from the professor too."

Ava's fingers slowly and shakily opened the envelope and unfolded the paper, her eyes widening as she read the neatly printed words. "An invitation for the Contest Course of the PGT?"

The Pokemon Global Tournament was the upcoming event of the pokemon league with trainers and coordinators from around the world battling it out in tournaments and contests across all regions.


A/N: I hope the prologue got people interested enough in this story.

The Pokemon Global Tournament, a massive challenge for both trainers and coordinators stretching across the borders of all regions is about to begin. The next chapter will explain some more about the tournament rules and also we might get a teaser as with every pkmn story there has to be an evil team lurking in the shadows.


A/N2: Besides Ethan and Ava I will accept another 6 OC's for the main cast (3 trainers and 3 coordinators) and that number will likely not change cause with Ethan, Ava, the 6 OC's and all their pkmn the cast will already be rather big and packed.

That doesn't mean your OC will automatically be rejected since i might still use those not accepted into the main cast as rival/recurring characters at some points in the story to fill out the tournament and contest scenes a bit more.

The Form and some additional infos can be found on my profile, but also feel free to shoot me a PM if you got some other questions or if you want join the discord server i set up. link is on my profile page.