This is a story that I have wanted to write for a while. I have never tried something like this before, and I am not very confident in my own writing. Any and all flames will be used to toast marshmallows. I appreciate any honest criticism. PM me if you have an OC

Note: This has been Re-written/Expanded as of 12/25/2013

New info as of re-write: Not much has happened, I just got kind of lazy and was doing other things instead of writing. I am using (-o-) to indicate the switch in perspectives from Avery to Leah. I couldn't think of that much more to add, so what you see is what you get. I'm going to get started on putting out new chapters.

DISCLAMER: I do not own Pokémon. I am not claiming to own Pokémon. Pokémon belongs to Nintendo, and the games belong to Gamefreak. Don't sue me plz.

Sometimes, things happen that are un-expected. Pets run away, people die, and love is found in both unexpected places, and the places closest to home. Such is the nature of the universe. These things never change. Happenings and circumstance compete with logic and probability in a never ending struggle. For every good there is an evil. All happiness is balanced by sadness. This show of balance is what drives the world, and nowhere is this more visible than the world of Pokémon. Each type has its own weakness and its own strength. For every Hero and Villain, there are also the smaller stories of those who just want to live.

I was walking with my parents out of a Pokémart, my dad holding a large bag of food for my new eevee, who I had named Leah, who had just hatched from her egg. My father had been a Pokémon trainer in his time, and could have made it all the way to becoming the champion if life had not stepped in. His mother came down with an unknown terminal illness so my father had to drop everything and come home. Even so, he still gained a large fortune from his journey. He donated his Pokémon to breeders and new trainers until all he had left was the egg that would hatch in to Leah.

My mom was laughing happily to a joke my father had just told when suddenly- I woke up to my alarm buzzing away happily, destroying the last vestiges of rest my tired mind could salvage. That had been the only good dream I had had in a while. The day after Leah hatched, my parents had died in accident with a wild tauros. That was 5 years ago.

I groaned and rolled out of bed, not at all ready for another long day at school. My parents had left me a sizable fortune, more than enough to keep me going through school until I could find a real job. Most of my old friends are either still on, or have given up their Pokémon journeys. I had never worked up to resolve to leave, so I just stayed in school.

After getting dressed, I went down stairs to find that Leah was still asleep. Still an eevee, she seemed to not want to evolve yet for who knows what reason. I ate breakfast, put out some food for Leah, and left quietly to avoid waking her, and walked off to school.

I had never had many friends, so I mainly kept to myself during the school day. Sometimes, It seemed that everyone except me had or still wanted to be a trainer, and with me only having Leah… I was left out of a lot of activities.

I sat down at my desk for my first period science class. This is going to be a long day…


I woke up, yawning. Another boring day… Avery was already out at school, and he would be back later, assuming nothing happened, which was most days. Avery's friends had mostly left the region over the last five years, so it's unlikely that any of them would visit. This was going to be a long day…


After the school day ended, I decided to take a path through the woods to get home, instead of taking the shorter, more direct roads. Somewhere along the path I took a wrong turn, but I decided to keep going, the forest isn't that large… Eventually I realized that I had no clue where I was. I kept walking in the hopes of finding a familiar landmark – I spent many long hours hiking in this area.

Eventually I started to feel like I was being watched. I stopped momentarily and looked around, seeing nothing what so ever, not even a rattata. Thinking that that was rather odd, I looked up, trying to find the sun to figure out what way I was heading, but the trees were so thick above me that there were only a tiny bit of sunlight made it through.

Eventually I walked into a clearing, and saw a sight that really rounded out the fact that I was having an unusual day. It was a Mew, clearly conversing mentally with another boy around my age. I remembered that his name was Gregory. All of a sudden, the boy vanished, and the Mew turned and looked at me. I felt a powerful force start to invade my mind, sifting through my memories, and then – blackness.