He knew he’d need something to help him protect the Pokémon and the world they thrived in.
“I need…” he began. “A hero.”

But there was a problem with that idea. He had none for this hero. He had created four hundred ninety-one species of Pokémon, but none were suitable to be able to take time off their legendary duties to protect the Pokémon that needed it.

“I suppose… I’ll have to ask Him for one of his.” he finally concluded.

In a world in which Pokémon didn’t live, a fourteen-year-old boy looked up at the cloudy sky as he sat up against the wall of his house just outside. He watched as the harsh winds blew the dark clouds about. Bored of the small city life, this was all there was to do that day. He was waiting for excitement to happen for two days straight, and now it seemed as if he were going to get his wish.

“Looks like we’ll be having a big storm today.” he noted to himself, adjusting his glasses.

At that moment, he heard screams coming from his left. Turning his head to the left, he stood up and watched as a sandstorm blew toward his direction. He smiled at the sight of the sand going berserk at the blowing of the wind.

“Awesome!” he shouted. “I never expected a sandstorm here!”

He rushed toward the harshly blown sand, but stopped when he heard the sound of wood snap. He looked up to see a branch from the tree in front of his neighbors’ house snap. It hadn’t fallen yet, though.

“That’s not good.” he said as he watched the tree limb break even more.

He knew his neighbors to be heavy sleepers and worried about them.

I should check on them, he thought as he dashed to the house.

Surprisingly enough, the window was wide open. Using this to his advantage, the boy climbed through it to get in the house. Once inside, he looked around. From where he looked, he found nothing.

“Where could they have gone?” he asked as he thought, Did they already leave? That’s a first…

At that moment, something froze him. He then heard the calls of a little girl with the repetitive “Mommy?”

The boy looked around the corner in which he heard the voice, and found a four-year-old girl walking around the house, frightened.

“Nina.” the boy called. “Where’s everyone?”

“I don’t know.” Nina told him. “I’m scared.”

The boy reached for the little girl as if to hold her in comfort, but he heard the snapping of the branch and froze. At that moment, a huge amount of sand rushed through the open window, and a thick tree crashed through the roof of the house. Not knowing how else to react, the boy pulled the girl to him and yelled out “CRAP!”

At that moment, he dropped to the ground, above the frightened little girl as he felt his back snap in two and the sand beat his face. In that instant, he was gone. His soul, anyway. He did not hear the little girl cry and repeatedly call his name. but, as she did, blood oozed from his mouth and onto the little girl’s chest.

I thank you, God of Earth,

the creator of Pokémon thought. I apologize for taking one of your creations and recreating it as my own… but I’m thankful you understand. I will treat this one with special care, I promise you. Now… it’s time for this precious soul to start a new life…as a heroic Pokémon.