《Victory's Veil》


 Prologue

    The sun beamed down warmly on Shane''s face as he gazed out at the ocean horizon.


    A gentle breeze ruffled his blond hair, carrying the faint scent of tropical flowers that bloomed year-round on these islands.


    Shane Thomson is fiddling with a stick, looking towards the vast ocean horizon, seemingly lost in his thoughts to one who happens to take notice of him. It''s a remote beach. Not too remote of course, considering how small the archipelago of Osmer is.


    But again, Osmer is itself remote.


    Extremely remote, for a fact.


    It matters little that Shane chose this beach today, considering the horizon is identical in all directions, as long as you watch from an island on the outer rim of the archipelago.


    Shane traced aimless patterns in the sand with his toe as the waves gently lapped at his feet. Like most young men his age in Osmer, he felt stuck.


    Stable enough day-to-day in his job at the shipyard, yet hollow, just going through the motions. He yearned for more substance and adventure, but didn''t have the courage to seek it out beyond these confining islands.


    Shane''s stomach rumbled loudly, interrupting his brooding.


    In his haste to escape to solitude for the day, he''d forgotten to bring provisions. The scrawny berry bushes dotting the island weren''t going to cut it. He set off down the beach toward the village, lanky arms wrapped around his grumbling belly.


    Earlier that morning, Shane''s boss Robert had told him to take the day off, seeing as they had hardly any orders at the shipyard.


    Robert''s thick arms - sculpted from years of carpentry and hauling heavy toolboxes - patted Shane heartily on the back as he headed out. Shane appreciated the gruff shipyard foreman, who always seemed to look out for him.


    Shane didn''t think much of his job though. Sure, it''s a decent income, but it doesn''t take him on any grand adventure. Not that anything here does.


    Now and then, a restless soul would sail off seeking adventure, never to be heard from again. The crushing isolation and endless horizon could swallow you whole out there.


    Most seafarers knew better than to tempt the abyss.


    On rare occasions, a weathered traveler would turn up again, boats laden with wondrous items scavenged abroad. Most would be donated to the island''s lone library - frayed manuals on mechanics, physics, engineering.


    Shane would pore over them by candlelight, imagination afire.


    One of Shane''s personal favorites are the few satellite radios one of them brought, of which one radio ended up at the shipyard, being one of the archipelago''s core industries considering the high demand of sea based travel and the lush fishing industry of the area.


    They do however keep awfully quiet about their travels in general, those few who do return.


    One thing stands out though, and it''s that the radio programs often mention pokemon. They are creatures that seem to be similar to animals, but with extraordinary powers.


    Robert doesn''t like when Shane tunes in to listen to battle commentary. "Brute cock fighting is what it is, doesn''t do the world much good¡­" he says. Therefore, the radio is more often tuned in to some music station to serve the customers better.


    It''s not only Robert who thinks this way.


    It''s a common theme among the inhabitants, to be holding opinions against pokemon. Mostly they have the violent aspect in mind, but some do lean more towards the thought that pokemon are creatures holding evil mystical powers.


    It goes without saying that none of the travelers have brought back an actual pokemon, and they don''t talk much about them either.


    Shane''s stomach twisted into a tighter knot, the pangs coming in forceful waves now.


    He raked his hands through his shaggy blonde locks in frustration.


    In his eagerness for escape this morning, Shane hadn''t thought things through.


    He''d impulsively jumped on a boat to one of the tiny outer islands, craving solitude and assuming he''d find enough fruit growing wild to get by.


    Clearly that was wishful thinking.


    He starts walking back towards the single village on this island, pondering the nature of things, picking up the occasional berries he comes across. As the 24-year old man approaches the village, he sets his eye for the dock, hoping to find someone going for a supply run back to Zenith, the main island of the Osmer archipelago.


    Why do people even go on like they do? Just¡­ going on and about with their business, darting back and forth like working ants between the Islands.


    Sure, there is ample room to live a full life, according to some, if you just want to have a quiet existence. Food is produced, houses are built, boats are repaired, and social commitment is carried out. But Shane has a hard time seeing the point in it. He feels like a small fish in a small pond, with little room for becoming truly important.


    Shane figured most folks were driven by the need to matter. Though that wasn''t a popular sentiment to voice aloud here.


    Folks on Osmer valued a humble, quiet life.


    "Maybe I''m just riled up from those grand adventures I hear about", he mutters to himself. "Daydreaming is what it is".


    Upon arrival at the docks, he sees a man seeming to be loading a small boat equipped with an outboard engine. It''s a marvel that the explorers way back brought those science books with them. Modernizing the isles really gave a boost to the comfort level of everyday life, not being fully dependent on the right winds.


    He shook his head in wonder.


    If not for those books from the explorers, who''d have guessed ethanol could power an outboard motor?


    That something called electromagnetism could be harnessed to run pumps, lights, radios?


    Osmer was decades behind the rest of the world.


    Shane asks for where the man is headed.


    "Zenith" he responds.


    "Great", Shane replies. "I live there. Do you need help with anything?"


    Hitching a ride this way is usually no problem. Everyone knows that one usually is very dependent on sea travel around here, and helping with loading and unloading goods is often accepted as fair payment for the miniscule amount of extra fuel spent for carrying a single person between the isles.


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    As they head out from the shoreline, Shane again looks towards the open sea. He shuts his eyes for a moment, imagining that he is on a large ship headed straight for the ocean, bound for an unknown world. The young man sighs, knowing that he''s just heading home as usual. Back to the shipyard to grab some food from the dock cafeteria, since it''s closer than home.


    Mom''s food is very preferable though.


    Memories of his mother''s rich seafood stew bubbled up, perfect for a day like today.


    No one could rival her cooking - the flavors were woven into the fabric of his childhood.


    A flash of bright blue on the horizon caught Shane''s eye as he opened them. It vanished as quickly as it appeared. He stared hard at where the light had been, brow furrowed


    A mirage? But the air was still and clear


    The single cloud in the area of where the light was seen seem to¡­ crack?


    Then it rapidly falls towards the sea, disappearing from sight.


    Shane blinks. Clouds don''t fall like rocks usually, do they?


    Roughly two minutes passes while he thinks about what happened, and suddenly the sea starts vibrating violently, sending the vibrations up through the whole boat.


    Shane looks back at the man piloting the small boat, who himself stares at Shane with panic in his eyes.


    "Did you see the light earlier?" Shane asks.


    The man doesn''t answer. His only response is his eyes widening ever more.


    Shane looks towards the sea for further signs of what happened, but nothing can be seen.


    With no concern for fuel efficiency, the man speeds up heavily loaded boat into an almost waterplaning projectile, smashing violently against the small waves. In barely a minute, they arrive at the dock connected to the shipyard. Robert is standing at the dock, himself looking towards the open sea between some smaller islands, carrying a stern look.


    The boat had barely scraped the dock before Shane leapt onto the planks.


    "You felt that rumble too, right?" he asked the wide-eyed man now tying up.


    "Yes, everyone felt it. A few men could see a shock wave traveling towards us over the ocean surface, before hitting us like a thundering fist", Robert replies in a coarse tone.


    The men stand beside each other, staring at the sea in awe, both thinking about what the cause may have been.


    Then they hear it.


    "Kyoooh".


    A loud, thundering screech whips across the dock, dark in tone as if from a beast the size of a large house at a far distance.


    The creature''s baleful cry made the workshop windows shudder in their panes.


    Robert''s face hardened like stone, his eyes fixed on the rolling sea. Then his burly frame suddenly tensed.


    Shane heard the sharp intake of breath beside him, and knew Robert had spotted something dire from years of seafaring experience.


    "Kid¡­ you have to come, now" Robert says in a darkened tone.


    "Why?" Shane asks.


    "No time. Now!" Robert commands with firm authority in his voice, as he starts to quickly pace along the dock.


    Robert usually is more light of heart, so Shane is slightly taken aback from this sudden change. But he tags along, as the elder is trustworthy in everything he does, no matter how old fashioned he might appear at times.


    Robert keeps a steady eye towards the sea, while walking faster and faster, transitioning into a rapid running pace. Merely seconds pass before Shane notice that Robert is running at full speed, and dashes to keep up with him.


    Boat houses and tool sheds flash by, and they suddenly stop at one with a large door. The roof seems to be removed on this particular shed.


    "What are we doing here? Why are we running?" Shane asks with concern in his voice.


    Robert had barely broken a sweat from the running.


    "Look at the sea kid, do you see the white line?" he responds quickly, but in an ensuring and firm voice.


    Shane squints towards the opening between the two closest Islands.


    "Yeah, i kinda do¡­ What is it?".


    "It''s a wave Shane, a big one. Now listen, you were a fine kid. Not much of a fuzz, always somewhere else. But I need you to listen now¡­" Robert says in a slowing voice as he opens the doors.


    Inside the shed is what looks like a small boat, the size of a large table, the cabin of the boat looking just big enough for a large man to crouch in it.


    Shane''s eyes darted around the strange vessel. Thick wooden planks reinforced the sides, oddly inflated for such a small craft.


    The rims were lined with steel supports, almost like armor. Barrel-shaped steel tubes capped the cabin and sides - what were those for?


    This was no ordinary boat.


    "Shane, listen. You go in that thing, and you Do Not Open The Door. Do you hear me?"


    Shane blinks. What is happening?


    "Shane¡­ Shane!!! Listen! This wave will kill everything. All other boats will capsize, but this will not. I want you to go in there, and just wait", picking up the speed of his words the longer he talks.


    A few seconds pass by, feeling like an eternity to Shane.


    He looks towards the ocean. The white line is not a line anymore, it is a very visible wave, covering all of the visible far horizon, clearly overshadowing the large hill on the far Isle of Noke. It must be at least 700 feet tall, featuring about twice the size of that hill.


    Robert rips open the door in the boat, and tries shoving Shane into it.


    "It''s lined with air tanks and a good ballast, so it will never sink no matter how rough it gets. Just¡­ wait in there until it stabilizes."


    "Wait¡­ But mom! Everyone! What about you Robert?!!"


    Robert grabs a firm hold of Shane by his shoulders, looking him into the eyes with the sternest look Shane have ever seen on the man''s face.


    "SHANE!!! LISTEN!!!" he roars, rattling the windows almost like the roar from the sea did.


    "Don''t throw this away", his voice softening.


    "I want you to live".


    Shane looks frightfully at the man, saying nothing.


    In the corner of his eye, he can see the furthest Island getting completely swallowed by the massive wave.


    A single tear cut through the gray bristles of Robert''s beard.


    He clasped Shane''s shoulder firmly, voice cracking with emotion.


    "Live, son. Just live."


    Shane feels how the large muscles of the man in front of him grabs hold of his arms and hastily throws the whole of Shane into the boat, with the door being forcefully shut quickly behind him. Shane pushes the door of the boat outwards, it doesn''t budge at all. Everything is completely dark.


    "Hold on to the handles at the side" shouts the faint voice outside the boat.


    Shane feels around in the dark, eventually finding the handles. Everything is silent.


    After barely a fourth of a minute, he hears a faint crackling and rustling, quickly growing louder.


    The deafening roar hit all at once.


    Shane was thrown to the floor as the boat violently jerked and spun.


    Through the walls he heard the muffled sounds of splintering wood - the merciless fury of the tsunami tearing the docks apart.

 Chapter 1

    The boat tumbles endlessly, flailing Shane around like a helpless glove in a tropical storm. Direction is unfindable, up and down interchange constantly.


    It is filling with water rapidly, Shane only occasionally feels some bubbles of air passing by his face.


    The first few seconds consist of a downright violent beating of Shane, as the boat gets smashed against trees and buildings from a violent force of nature. No wonder, considering the situation he is finding himself in.


    Then, it calms down, just a little. The boat, with Shane helplessly trapped inside, continues to spin.


    A minute passes, perhaps more. Shane has no way of breathing.


    ¡°What if it doesn¡¯t float? Will it ever drain so I can breathe?¡± Shane panickedly repeats to himself in his mind with closed eyes, direly holding onto the handles with cramped hands.


    Still shaken from the last words of Robert, his heart races from the urgent thought of maybe dying by drowning himself.


    The boat stabilizes and doesn¡¯t tumble anymore, but Shane is quickly getting out of air.


    Suddenly, it feels like he¡¯s weightless. Just for a split second, he wonders what¡¯s happening.


    *Thud*.


    The boat seems to land on something soft.


    Did he finally surface?


    A small pocket of air quickly forms at the top of the cabin. Shane gasps for the little air he can catch from it.


    Little by little, the pocket expands, and soon enough, the cabin is empty of water.


    The ill-beaten man takes a moment to breathe. Deep breaths fill him, together with the feeling of maybe having some hope. The cabin is near pitch-black, except for miniscule streams of light coming from the top and bottom of the small containment.


    ¡°Shit, finally¡­¡± Shane mutters to himself.


    The shaken young man gropes in the darkness for some sort of handle to open the door. Eventually, he finds some sort of mechanism on the high end of the left side. It¡¯s not a straightforward door handle, so Shane fidgets with it for a while, until finally opening it.


    He carefully opens the door, only to see nothing but vast ocean.


    The door is tilted inwards, so it probably allows for standing on the end of the cabin floor to look around. He stands up to look, despite his body almost giving in from the pain coming from tumbling in the wave¡¯s violence.


    He sees nothing but the ocean in either direction. Either he¡¯s been washed really far in this short time, or Osmer is¡­


    Gone.


    Shane''s heart starts racing again. "Is it all gone?", he thinks.


    "I wished for something to happen but¡­ This is not what I wanted. Not at all."


    The tears start running down his face, one after another. A steady stream of feelings and survivor''s guilt washes through him.


    Nay, rather a torrent of regret. Regret for everything he did not tell people. Regret that he didn''t live a fuller life while he had the chance.


    Regret that¡­ He''s the only one left¡­


    Shane slumps down back into the cabin.


    "Why was it me?" he murmurs to himself.


    "Why couldn''t mom live instead? Or Robert? Why not just anyone but me?".


    The last man of Osmer ponders the questions, tears steadily running down his cheeks.


    After some hours of lone contemplation, he is reminded again that he is hungry.


    He looks around himself, the cabin seems rather empty. While moving around looking at the walls, he feels something under him creak. He moves forward a bit, just to reveal a hatch he''s been sitting on all the time. He opens it and finds a box, about the size of two shoe boxes, and a big container of water, about 20 litres.


    Inside the box is a 2 litre bottle of vegetable oil, multiple small packages containing some sort of hard cake, two measures, one big and one small, and a note describing how to ration the contents for one person.


    Shane treats himself to a daily portion, as he already was hungry. It''s not much, but the hunger quickly disappears.


    He feels the boat wobbling a bit, then steadily learning towards the front. He leans out from the open door, looks around and sees nothing.


    He turns his eyes to the water and sees a small wave having formed behind the boat.


    "Is it motorized?" he wonders perplexedly.


    "No, impossible. It''s dead silent, and I can''t see any bubbles in the water behind. Besides, it looks more like a wave pushing the boat, rather than forming from the movement of the boat itself."


    The wave gradually gets slightly bigger until it stops at roughly 2 feet of height, giving the boat a considerable push forward. Shane is even more perplexed.


    A rumbling sound is heard, shaking the boat very slightly. It reminds Shane of the sound from when he was on the boat heading for Zenith, but somehow more calm.


    Sweat starts running down the forehead of Shane.


    ¡°Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, there¡¯s a monster in the sea, now it has come to kill me too and finish the job!¡±


    No monster appears from the sea though. The wave just keeps pushing the boat forward in a gentle, but quick, fashion.


    The hours pass by.


    The day turns into night, night turns into day. Shane still can¡¯t sleep, feeling shaken by yesterday¡¯s events.


    The wave pushing the boat is a strange phenomenon, but he doesn¡¯t mind it since it probably means that he will reach some mainland faster.


    The sun is up, and Shane notices that it obviously is a new day, so he decides to eat two rations of food since he feels it improbable he will be at sea for over a month with the wave behind him.


    Shane wonders where he will end up and what will happen there.


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    Will he even be able to get a job?


    Will he find any purpose with life, assuming he ever arrives anywhere?


    He continues his inner monologue and the day continues into becoming night again.


    Tonight he gets some sleep as well.


    He wakes up from his feet becoming wet. It is raining. He realizes that he probably should close the door when being asleep, as to not fall out in a storm. Then he proceeds to sleep again.


    The days keep passing by, and every day Shane eats two rations of food, never feeling too hungry thanks to the fat provided.


    About a week has passed when Shane hears birds in the sky.


    A light of hope is lit within him.


    ¡°Finally, there must be some land coming if there are birds here¡±.


    He takes a closer look at the birds, and notices that they don¡¯t resemble any birds he has seen before. Or rather, they do resemble seagulls, but their wings have much straighter edges, and their beaks are unusually large, although their body to wing ratio seems to be smaller than that of seagulls.


    He peeks over the roof of the cabin, and can see a very thin line on the edge of the horizon.


    ¡°At last¡­ Thank god, i won¡¯t die here at sea at least¡± Shane thankfully thinks to himself.


    Shane proceeds to sit on the roof of the cabin. He¡¯s tired of sitting on the floor anyway and instead wants to take in the coastline to see what islands are around.


    As the landmass closes in, Shane realizes that the birds in the sky are not emitting normal bird screeches. It sounds more similar to human speech.


    ¡°Wee¡± and ¡°gull¡±, it sounds like.


    There are also strange creatures in the water. They look kind of like fish and jellyfish, but much larger, and somehow more colorful.


    ¡°Are these¡­ pokemon?¡± Shane mumbles audibly.


    As he approaches the coastline, he can see a town, almost reminding him of his hometown on Zenith in size, but with way taller buildings.


    A fisherman, middle-aged and wearing a red vest, sits at the edge of the water with his rod stretched towards the sea. He looks at Shane while the small boat closes in on the waterline. Shane looks back at him.


    The boat hits some rocks with a thud, and Shane almost falls off the boat. The angler, unphased, keeps watching him.


    Shane regains balance while still firmly gripping the edge of the cabin.


    ¡°That¡¯s a peculiar boat you have there,¡± says the man with the rod.


    Shane, unsure of what he should say, takes a couple of seconds and returns:


    ¡°Well¡­ it works. Where am i?¡±.


    The man furrows his eyebrows. ¡°On Dewford. Are you lost?¡±.


    ¡°Yeah, pretty much. There was a¡­ a wave. My home is gone,¡± Shane replies, feeling his jaw twitching and his voice becoming unsteady¡±.


    ¡°Oh¡­ Where are you from, boy?¡± says the man in a now more concerned tone.


    ¡°Osmer.¡±


    ¡°Osmer¡­ Can¡¯t say i¡¯ve heard of that place before. Do you need help?¡±


    ¡°If you¡­ could you¡­ I mean, yeah¡±.


    The man stands up, folding his fishing rod together. ¡°I know where they probably should have some better info than me on things. Come here,¡± says the man, now smiling, showing no pity, just a genuine smile.


    Shane follows him, picking up the pace so they walk side by side.


    ¡°So, a wave you say?¡± the man continues.


    ¡°Yeah, I was on a boat going home, when I felt the sea shaking violently, like from an enormous explosion. I also saw a bright blue light on the horizon just before it¡±.


    ¡°Oh, that¡¯s quite something¡±


    ¡°And then, I heard this sound. Sounded like ¡®Kyooh¡¯, from something very big and really far away¡±.


    The man stops. He stands still for a while, his eyes gradually widening, then staring at Shane while his mouth becomes a thin line, seeming like his breath is trembling. Then he looks at Shane.


    ¡°Are you sure of this?¡±, says the man in a very serious tone.


    ¡°Why¡­ yes?¡± Shane confusedly replies.


    ¡°Then we are going to the right place. They will want to hear of this. Just be sure you are telling the truth now, boy,¡± the man says, and keeps on walking.


    ¡°I will.¡± nods Shane.


    ¡°Now, there was a wave too, you said. Was it right afterwards?¡±.


    ¡°The sound took quite a while to come, but the wave came soon after that. Just a few minutes I think¡±.


    ¡°I see. Big one?¡±


    ¡°Larger than a big hill, or a small mountain¡±.


    ¡°I understand¡­ I¡¯m sorry, it must be hard to think of it so soon after¡±.


    ¡°Yeah¡­ I¡¯ve had some time thinking about it, but it¡¯s mostly been questions. Why did it happen? Why did I survive?¡±


    ¡°Quite the introspective one I hear. It¡¯s very understandable to think of these things after such an event. Fishing gives you a lot of time to think, and¡­ even though I¡¯ve never experienced such losses myself, some things happened.¡±


    The two men keep walking in silence for a minute. Shane wonders if he should say something, or if the man is thinking of what to say himself.


    ¡°But of course you don¡¯t want to hear about such things, would be selfish of me to throw those old antiques at you here and now,¡± laughs the man to Shane. Shane notices a small tone of nervousness in the man¡¯s voice, but doesn''t indicate that he does.


    ¡°I¡¯m Bob, by the way.¡±


    ¡°Shane, pleased to meet you.¡±


    They have come into town now.


    The streets are filled with people, and walking alongside many of them are creatures that don¡¯t quite remind of animals, yet they do. They are of all various shapes and sizes.


    There¡¯s something reminiscent of a pelican, a small creature made of grass with red and blue flowers for hands, a really large green spider with striped legs and a simple drawing of a face on its back, and even a big round¡­ Is that some sort of bear with a beige stomach and dark blue back?


    Shane asks Bob ¡°What are all these creatures?¡±


    Bob raises his eyebrows so high that they almost become one with his hairline.


    ¡°Never seen a pokemon before, have you¡±?


    Shane shakes his head.


    ¡°Well, you¡¯re in for a treat, then. The world is filled with them. Very intelligent, might I say.¡±


    Shane wonders how it came to be to never be any pokemon back on Osmer, but he keeps it to himself.


    After a few more minutes of wandering, the two men arrive at a blue building, with a sign saying ¡°Police station¡±.


    ¡°Here we are, I hope you¡¯ve got that story of yours fresh in mind. You won¡¯t be in any trouble. We have very lenient refugee policies here in Hoenn, I believe, and they will probably want to report to the right authorities about what happened to your home. You want me to come with you?¡±.


    Shane thinks for a brief moment. ¡°No, I¡¯m okay going by myself. Thank you so much for helping me¡±.


    ¡°No problem, kid. You know where to find me,¡± Bob smiles.


    Shane smiles and nods back, to which Bob does the same, turns around and walks back the same way they came.


    Shane turns to the entrance.


    ¡°Oh man... I really hope something good comes of this. "

 Chapter 2

    Entering the polished confines of the local police station, Shane can''t help but be struck by the cleanliness and order. It''s so vastly different from the small, understaffed station back home on Osmer. Yet, as he takes in the unfamiliar surroundings, he feels a pang of grief. How quickly ''home'' has become a memory, an echo of a life now submerged beneath unfathomable depths of water.


    Being from a small society like Osmer, where everyone knew everyone else and confrontations were usually direct and transparent, he is unsure of what to do in this sprawling unfamiliarity. He''s lost, in more ways than one.


    As he approaches the reception desk, his mind swirls with uncertainty. He almost laughs at the absurdity of it all, finding himself in this strange land, standing in a pristine police station, trying to explain a catastrophe.


    The woman at the reception desk looks up from the computer. ¡°Hello, can I help you?¡±.


    Shane freezes for a moment. He¡¯s not sure what to reply.


    ¡°Yeah, i¡­ I got lost at sea and ended up here. My home was¡­ destroyed by a wave, I think. I don¡¯t know where to go.¡±


    The woman blinks and is silent for a few seconds. Her surprise mirrors his own disbelief, as if the enormity of his words still hasn''t fully sunk in.


    ¡°That is¡­ i¡¯m very sorry. How¡­ Wait, I have to make a call for the Officer.¡±


    Shane nods.


    ¡°Hi, Kate at the reception here. Could you come? There¡¯s a man saying his home was destroyed, and he ended up here. Okay, thank you.¡±


    She continues to Shane, ¡°She¡¯ll be here in just a moment¡± and smiles politely.


    Shane finds himself fighting back tears as he waits for Officer Jenny, the woman assigned to his case. He waits next to the reception, and in barely a minute, a woman comes through a door next to him. She¡¯s wearing a dark blue police uniform, with a large light blue triangle on the chest. Her uniform hat seems to be somewhat like a blue cap, with a black hard screen. Her hair is also pointed and light blue.


    The woman looks at him from top to bottom and notices how dirty he is. He seems tired and slightly malnourished.


    "Hi, I''m officer Jenny. How might I help you today?"


    "Hi, I''m Shane. Shane Thomson. I¡­"


    The nervous man bites his lip.


    "I am from the Island archipelago Osmer. A week ago, a big wave came and destroyed everything."


    Tears start forming in the young man¡¯s eyes.


    "I am the only one who escaped. I don''t really know where I am, and I don''t know where to go. I don''t know what to do. Please help me".


    ¡°This feels embarrassing,¡± Shane thinks, the feeling filling his head like dulling cotton. ¡°A grown man goes to the police for help, even though no crime is committed. What are they even going to do?" he doubts in his mind.


    Jenny replies "Oh, I see¡­ That is quite unusual indeed. Where did you say you were from?"


    "Osmer," Shane sobs, while trying to hold it back.


    "Okay. I have to make some calls, but I believe there are regional policies in place for situations like yours. Follow me to my office."


    They both walk through the door she came from, and proceed through a few corridors until they arrive at an office, large enough for him to stretch his arms to both sides 4 times over in.


    "Would you like something to eat? This might take a while and you look quite hungry," she asks.


    "Yes please."


    Jenny proceeds to push a button and says "Kate, could you come here with some sandwiches and¡­"


    She releases the button.


    "What would you like to drink? Coffee, water, soda?"


    Shane doesn''t recognize two of those options. They didn''t have those things on Osmer.


    "Water please, thank you so much, " he replies with a slight smile.


    "... and water please, thank you Kate." Jenny says into the apparatus.


    Jenny continues "So, I¡¯ll have to get your whole story first, before I contact the Hoenn Immigration Office. Is that okay with you?"


    "Of course," Shane nods back.


    The two of them proceed to play out the whole story of what happened. Jenny also asks basic questions like what age Shane is, what he worked with, family relations and such, the latter part being quite the sensitive subject. Shane¡¯s fingerprints are taken and checked toward a cross-regional database to ensure he¡¯s not an existing citizen in any of them, returning nothing.


    Shane feels a knot tightening in his stomach. It''s one thing to experience a disaster, but articulating it, reliving it in words, that''s an entirely different ordeal. Jenny is patient, however, guiding him through the process, the questions she asks simple and direct, yet they each feel like a stab, dredging up memories he''d rather not revisit.


    After finishing the short conversation, Jenny proceeds to make some calls. Meanwhile, Kate from the reception comes with a tray, with two large sandwiches and a bottle of water.


    "Oh. They''re both for you by the way, you seem hungry, " Jenny says from the side of the phone.


    Shane proceeds to eat them both, deeply sunken into his own thoughts, not taking notice of what Jenny is saying over the phone.


    He''s tired, so very tired. He takes the opportunity to regain his composure, his gaze roaming aimlessly around the room. The conversations happening over the phone seem distant, detached from his reality.


    When he finally finishes his meal, exhaustion washes over him. He''s physically and emotionally drained, the events of the past week finally catching up to him.


    After a few more minutes, Jenny turns to scribbling things down on a note to him, concludes the phone call, then turns to him and says ¡°Okay, things seem to go quite smoothly for you here. Tomorrow morning, you will meet with a representative from the immigration office. Since the Pokemon League is one of the most resourceful authorities around, they have a close cooperation. You will get a temporary quarter in the pokemon center for tonight, along with guest access to their computers if there is anything you want to look up as a newcomer. The representative will come at 10AM to speak to you. Is there anything you want to ask about?¡±.


    Jenny''s news about his situation offers a glimmer of hope. While he doesn''t understand everything she''s saying, he catches phrases like "temporary quarter" and "pokemon center". It''s all foreign and confusing, but it''s also a plan, a path forward in this new life he''s unexpectedly been thrown into.


    Shane is completely blown away. He never imagined things to go this well upon arrival.


    ¡°Well¡­ What¡¯s a pokemon center?¡± he nervously asks.


    ¡°It¡¯s a place where pokemon trainers go to heal their pokemon after tougher combats and to have quarters during the league season. They also serve as a general medical center for people when hospitals are not nearby, along with serving as an assisting function in other emergencies.¡±


    Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.¡°Okay. That¡­ concludes things, I guess? Where is it?¡±


    ¡°No problem, I will follow you there, it¡¯s not far. By the way, here¡¯s some temporary login credentials if you want to do some research at one of the center¡¯s computers.¡±.


    She hands him a note containing two rows of words, seeming to consist of random letters at places.


    Shane doesn''t quite understand what a computer is, let alone ''login credentials'', but he takes the note from Jenny with a grateful nod. He''s too tired to ask any more questions. For now, he just needs to rest. To grieve. And then, when he''s ready, to start figuring out what comes next.


    They both get up, out of the police station, and start walking west.


    Again, Shane is amazed at the multitude of pokemon wandering the streets along with people, but also from how different the town looks from his hometown on Zenith. It¡¯s definitely bigger, and the buildings are huge.


    He even notices some pokemon on their own, some carrying bags.


    After a few short minutes they arrive at a two-story building considerably larger than the police station, with white walls and a red roof. Inside, they are greeted by a woman in white nursing gowns and pink hair.


    ¡°Good evening, Jenny.¡±


    ¡°Good evening, Joy¡±


    ¡°And good evening you too, I¡¯m nurse Joy. And you?¡± the nurse asks.


    ¡°I¡¯m Shane, good evening.¡±


    ¡°Hi Shane, How may i help you tonight?¡±


    Office Jenny chimes in: "This young man needs a room, on request of the immigration office. I hope that''s not a problem, now that the season is just about to end."


    "Oh no, not at all, let''s see¡­" Joy starts tappning at a set of buttons on the table, looking at a light-emitting box depicting various colored squares and words.


    "That''ll be room 15, here''s the key. Dinner is available from the upper floor service point until 7PM. Is there anything more I can help you with?" Joy smile towards Shane and the officer.


    Shane takes a brief moment to think. "No, not really, you''ve been very helpful miss".


    "Please, call me Joy," Joy replies in a polite manner, expressing just the manner you could expect from the best of nurses.


    Shane smiles.


    He turns to Officer Jenny, "Thank you for all your help, Officer Jenny."


    Jenny grins, putting a hand on Shane''s shoulder. "It''s no problem at all. Be sure to take care of yourself, Shane."


    With those parting words, Jenny makes her way out of the Pok¨¦mon Center, leaving Shane alone with Nurse Joy. Shane takes a deep breath, the reality of his new situation slowly sinking in. From the bustling streets of Hoenn filled with strange creatures called Pok¨¦mon, to this kind woman with pink hair who just handed him a room key. Everything was new, different and¡­ overwhelming.


    Shane nods his thanks to Nurse Joy, a polite, slightly nervous smile on his face, and walks toward the stairs leading to the upper floor. The Pok¨¦mon Center has a warm, inviting vibe, filled with the soft chatter of people and Pok¨¦mon alike.


    As he walks by, he can''t help but glance at a group of people gathered around a table. They''re engaged in lively conversation, a few pokemon looking on curiously from their perches or spots on the floor.


    A small, yellow creature with pointy ears and a lightning bolt-shaped tail catches his eye ¨C a Pikachu, he recalls from Bob''s hasty education earlier.


    Shane finds room 15 easily. It''s modest but comfortable, with a small bed, a desk, and a window overlooking the bustling town.


    He decides he needs to freshen up and heads to the shower room. The hot water is a welcome sensation, washing away the sea salt and tension from his body.


    Feeling refreshed, Shane changes into the clean clothes provided in his room and heads back down to the first floor. He finds the service point, collects his dinner ¨C a bowl of warm soup, bread, and a side salad ¨C and eats at one of the public tables, observing the interactions around him. The room buzzes with talk of Pok¨¦mon battles, training techniques, and shared adventures, despite there being very few trainers around. Probably due to the time of the season, as they mentioned earlier.


    After eating, he recalls the piece of paper Jenny had handed him earlier, the one with "login credentials". His attention is drawn to a row of sleek, rectangular devices on a table in the corner of the lobby. It must be the computers Officer Jenny had mentioned. Shane approaches the table, nervously looking around. He had never used a computer before. But curiosity and the need to learn about this new world drives him to sit down and power one up.


    Feeling a bit like he''s fumbling in the dark, he eventually manages to enter the words from the note into the device. The screen changes, presenting him with a search bar. A few clicks later, he''s reading about Pok¨¦mon, Hoenn, the Pok¨¦mon League, and a world so vast and diverse that it leaves him breathless.


    With a head full of new knowledge and questions, Shane retires to his room. He falls asleep that night with his mind buzzing with information. His last thought before he drifts off is that he''s in for a wild ride. There''s so much to learn and experience, and he''s both excited and anxious about the adventure that awaits him in the morning when he meets with the immigration representative.


    At the break of dawn, Shane is already up. He washes up, gets dressed, and makes his way to the lobby to wait for the representative. He''s eager to start this new chapter in his life, though the pain of losing his home still lingers at the back of his mind.


    Just as he''s about to get lost in his thoughts, a tall, bald man in a smart suit approaches him. "Shane Thomson?" he asks in a deep voice, extending a hand.


    Shane stands up, shaking the man''s hand firmly. "Yes, that''s me."


    "Good morning, Shane. I''m Frederick from the Hoenn Immigration Office," the man introduces himself. "I''ve been informed about your situation. It''s quite a story, I must say. But don''t worry, we''re here to help you get settled."


    As they begin their discussion, Shane looks out the window. It''s a beautiful morning in Hoenn, with the sun sunlight filtering through the leaves of the tall trees and painting the city with hues of gold. Pokemon scamper around, some playfully interacting with their trainers, others merely enjoying the vibrant morning.


    As Frederick begins to explain the process Shane will undergo to get fully settled in Hoenn, Shane can''t help but get distracted by the world outside. The region is bustling with life, so different from the tranquility of Osmer, yet strangely welcoming in its own vibrant way.


    "So, the first step is going to be a registration process," Frederick is saying. "This will allow us to help you with the process of integration more efficiently. You''ll have to provide some information, nothing too strenuous. Age, previous occupation, family ties, and so on."


    "Sure," Shane replies, pulling his attention away from the window. He''s eager to get the administrative part of his new life out of the way so he can start exploring Hoenn in earnest.


    Over the next hour, Frederick guides Shane through the registration process. Once that''s complete, they discuss the potential opportunities for Shane in the region, considering his skills and interests. To his surprise, Frederick suggests that Shane might consider becoming a Pokemon Trainer.


    "It''s not an uncommon path for newcomers to our region," Frederick explains, noticing Shane''s surprised expression. "Interacting with Pokemon, learning how to train and care for them can be a deeply rewarding experience. Plus, it offers a unique way to explore the region and learn about our culture and way of life."


    Shane is thoughtful. He had been struck by the bond between people and their Pokemon ever since he landed in Hoenn. Now, he''s being offered a chance to forge such bonds himself. He''s never had pets, and the thought of having such a unique creature as a companion is quite appealing.


    After a moment, he nods. "Alright. I''ll give it a try."


    "Excellent," Frederick beams. "In that case, your journey starts at the local Pokemon gym. There, you''ll be given your first Pokemon and learn the basics of being a trainer. Normally, trainers are either sponsored by a regional professor, some even by local gyms or businesses, but most are initially funded through savings or with help from their family, soon often transitioning into being entirely funded by the earnings they make on their journey. You may be entitled to get an introduction benefit of 1500 credits, together with three months of initial support funds, at 500 credits each, the first one arriving at the same time as the benefit payment. You will be expected to mainly provide for yourself as soon as possible, but these funds will allow for basic sustenance and purchasing necessary starting equipment, in case things don¡¯t immediately work out as expected. This, together with getting an ID for you should be ready within three days, after which you can go to the gym to get your starter. ¡±


    ¡°Wow, that¡¯s a lot to take in. Really¡­ just like that?¡± Shane nervously replies.


    ¡°Yes, of course. Nothing in your backstory stands out as suspicious, and these are the procedures which I am allowed to call upon in your case as I see fit. I think you need it.¡±


    Shane almost gets a tear in his eye, but manages to hold it back. ¡°Thank you so very much, this is way more than i¡­ than i thought i would get help with when i arrived here yesterday¡±.


    ¡°Ah, no problem. After all, it¡¯s what you need, right?¡± Frederick replies with a happy visage.


    As he departs, Frederick gives Shane a small booklet. "This should help you get started. It contains all the basic information about Pokemon training. I look forward to seeing you progress, Shane."


    With that, he leaves Shane alone, his mind full of anticipation for the new path he''s about to embark on. Shane opens the booklet and starts reading, ready to embrace this new chapter in his life in the vibrant world of Pokemon.


    From the loss of his home to the chance of a new beginning, Shane can''t help but feel that life has brought him here for a reason. As he gets lost in the pages of the booklet, he finds himself looking forward to the adventures, friendships, and challenges that await him in Hoenn.

 Chapter 3

    Shane screams, and rapidly sits up in his bed at the second floor of the pokemon center. Sweat is pouring down his face, himself still being caught in the vision of buildings being crushed by massive amounts of water.


    He looks at the clock, 2AM. The third day in this new land.


    No point in trying to sleep now, might as well explore the city for a bit.


    Shane proceeds down the stairs to ask for a town map. To his surprise, it is not a human standing in the reception. The big, pink, egg-shaped pokemon behind the desks gives him a happy smile, saying "chansey".


    "Hi¡­" Shane replies. "Do you¡­ understand english?".


    "Chansey", the pokemon replies with a nod.


    "Aha¡­ do you have a map I could get?"


    "Chan" it happily replies again, proceeding to scavenge under the desk for a bit. The big colorful ball puts the map on the desk, followed by a chiming "chansey".


    "Thank you very much".


    Shane turns around to walk out and into the street when he suddenly realizes.


    "Oh, where am I, by the way?"


    "Chansey" the pokemon, which Shane now assumed to be named Chansey, says, and points at a red building in the northern part of town, close to the dock. Then it gestures for Shane to turn the map around, and points at a small Island in the southwest corner, where the name "Dewford" is in place next to the Island.


    "Thank you again Chansey".


    Chansey nods, and waves goodbye.


    Out in the street, Shane decides to look up the pokemon Gym. Seems to be just a few minutes away.


    He starts walking, and takes in the scenery. On one side, he has the docks, somewhat similar to that he had at home. On the other side, a quiet town spread out, with enough light to safely wander the streets. There was so much light compared to Osmer, where lights were mostly used in the evening, until around midnight. And the amount wasn''t even close to this.


    After a few minutes of walking, he finds the gym. It seems to be on the older side, compared to many other buildings around, but it was well kept.


    On a bench outside, a young girl was sitting, tiredly rubbing her eyes, next to a small pokemon.


    It was around and green, a bit smaller than a football. The small wings, yellow at the root and striped with red and black, along with the yellow beak and red talons showed it to be some form of bird pokemon.


    When seeing Shane approaching, the little pokemon jumped up and down, prodding the girl with a wing.


    "What is it Natu, did you wake me up just to sit here and look at people?" the girl said with an annoyed voice and yawned.


    Shane walked closer.


    "Hi, is this the gym?"


    "Yes, but it''s closed until morning. Are you taking the challenge?".


    "No, not now I think" Shane replies. The evening before, he had read the booklet, which stated that pokemon trainers may take on 8 different gym challenges in the region to qualify for some sort of competition at the end of the year.


    "I just wanted to check out where it was. I''m getting my ID in a few days and am supposed to come here then."


    The pokemon at her side hasn''t been taking its eyes off Shane for the whole time.


    It approaches him, making small jumps over the ground.


    "Natu?" it asks, sounding just like a small bird.


    "Hey Natu. I''m Shane. Did you really wake her up just to watch people pass by".


    Natu shakes its head.


    "Okay¡­ were you waiting for me?" Shane jokingly asks.


    Natu nods.


    This is odd, Shane thinks. Is it just messing with him?


    Natu proceeds to jump closer a few steps.


    "Na?" it says with a questioning face.


    Shane looks at Natu. Then at the girl.


    "Do you know what he means?" he asks.


    "No idea, we caught him just the other day. Or rather, he started hanging around here, seeming like he almost asked to be catched. Natu aren''t native to Hoenn, and the staff at the safari zone says that they aren''t missing any Natu".


    Natu just sways up and down happily on his feet, saying nothing, but still looking at Shane, with occasional glances at the girl.


    "Do you work for the gym?" Shane asks.


    "Yeah, I''m a gym trainer. Lizz, by the way."


    "Shane, pleased to meet you. What does a gym trainer do?"This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    "We have our primary duties in training and maintaining the extra pokemon the gym has, outside of the gym leader''s personal team. But we maintain the gym itself too, cleaning, minor repairs and such."


    "Okay. That''s nice to know. I''m kind of new here, so i''m just happy to know how things work out."


    "No problem." Lizz says, and turns to Natu. "Hey, are you happy with this piece of fresh air we got now? Can we go back?"


    "Natu!" Natu happily exclaims, and jumps a lap around Shane, then to Lizz.


    "Finally¡­" she mutters. "See ya anyway!".


    "See ya".


    "Natu, Natu!", the bird again exclaims happily.


    "Bye, Natu!" Shane replies, feeling slightly confused and worried.


    Why is this bird saying it was waiting for him?


    Overcome by a sudden surge of drowsiness, Shane decides to head back for the center to get some more rest.


    After waking up at the more reasonable time of 11 AM, Shane grabs some lunch and decides to sit in the lobby to watch some TV.


    The meat reminds of seafood, but something is different from what he had back home. Do they cook pokemon here?


    If pokemon have superpowers, do cooks need even stronger pokemon to be able to kill their meals every day?


    Shane shudders at the thought, and decides to continue eating instead.


    The TV mentions something about the Evergrande Conference coming in a week. Is it some sort of tournament between the best trainers?


    Ah right, it''s that finalist tournament between trainers who completed the gym circuit, that was mentioned in the booklet, Shane recalls.


    He turns to one of the teenagers sitting in the lobby: "Hey, quick question, how long can you use a completed gym challenge to compete in the conference?"


    "Two years" he replies. "Then you have to do it again, and they always bring their personal team after the first completion".


    "Don''t they always do?" Shane asks.


    "Nah, the gym trainers are responsible for keeping a team of lower levels, and depending on how new you are in the circuit, they may bring a composition of those pokemon instead of their personal team. Most gym leaders have at one point competed in the conference themselves, or placed well in other tournaments, so their personal team is always stronger than the intros" the teenager continues.


    "Intros?"


    "Yeah, introductory pokemon."


    "I see. Thanks for the info".


    "No problem" says the teenager, before quickly turning to the TV again, showing highlights from last year''s conference. A young man with a black and yellow vest, paired with a cap with a pokeball logo yells commands to what resembles a big, floating, angry ice boulder with black ears.


    Ash Ketchum seems to be his name, from the text bar appearing in the corner.


    "Shane Thomson? " a voice asks from the reception desk.


    "Coming!" says Shane as he bounces out of the couch.


    "Your trainer ID has arrived"


    "What, already?"


    "Seems so. Maybe it''s because the season is about to end, most new applications arrive during or after the conference, due to many aspiring trainers getting inspired." she says, as she hands over an envelope.


    "Wow, thanks. Feels great with such service."


    "You''re welcome," smiles nurse Joy.


    Shane walks back to the couch as he opens the letter.


    It contains a small plastic card with his photo and personal details.


    Together with it is also another plastic card, saying "Bank of Hoenn" and a letter, containing details about his current migratory status, bank details and other formalities.


    Shane looks at the cards, and feels happy. Yet, there is an emptiness tugging at him.


    The loss of his home feels¡­ Unbearable.


    Is he supposed to just let go of all of that and start a new life, just like that?


    Shane turns to the TV. After seeing some actual pokemon battles, he can''t help but think that the people of Osmer were partly right. It can be really brutal.


    Although, pokemon seems way more hardy than humans, being able to take hits that would shatter the bones of any normal person.


    "No point in sitting here pitying myself," he thinks, and decides to go straight to the gym.


    Again, the view is beautiful. The hot climate is similar to Osmer, but the difference is that you can see a large mainland a bit away on the horizon, although that too being an Island. Just a large one.


    Arriving at the gym, Shane was greeted by Lizz once again. "You''re back already," she said, a hint of surprise in her tone. "Ready for your first challenge?"


    "I... I guess," Shane replied, a jumble of nerves. "I haven''t got a Pokemon yet, though."


    Lizz raised her eyebrow in surprise. "Really? Most trainers usually have at least one Pokemon before they decide to take on a gym challenge."


    Shane shrugged, unsure of what to say. He was all new to this world of Pokemon, and didn''t have a clear idea about how things worked here.


    ¡°Before we go straight to battling, there''s something you should see," Lizz announced.


    "What''s that?" Shane asked, intrigued by her sudden shift in tone.


    "Come with me," Lizz responded, leading Shane towards the back of the gym where a separate training room was located. The gym was filled with the familiar sounds of Pokemon calls and trainer commands. As they approached the room, the specific chirp of a Natu became discernible.


    Entering the room, Shane observed a few gym trainers lined up in a makeshift arena. One trainer in particular had released their Pokemon - a small, round bird Pokemon with a yellow beak and red talons. It was Natu.


    "Natu? What''s going on?" Shane asked, surprised to see the familiar Pokemon.


    "I thought you might like to observe one of our training battles. The participants change each time, and today Natu is up." Lizz explained, gesturing to the ongoing match.


    As Shane watched, he was amazed by the abilities demonstrated by Natu. The Pokemon''s sharp movements and quick reflexes revealed a depth of training and skill that was impressive. In particular, Shane noticed how Natu kept darting glances towards him during the match.


    Once the battle was over, the trainers began to recall their Pokemon. But, Natu, instead of returning to its Poke Ball, fluttered towards Shane and landed on his shoulder.


    Shane looked at Lizz in surprise. "Natu... he''s..."


    Lizz smiled at his reaction. "He¡¯s quite taken with you, it seems. Natu''s always had a keen sense for people. They have the ability to see into the future, after all. Maybe he sees something in you."


    "But I''m just... an average person," Shane stammered, still taken aback by Natu''s fondness towards him.


    "Well, whatever it is, Natu seems to have made his decision," Lizz stated with a knowing grin. "I assume you too want him as your first companion? But remember, Pokemon are not tools, they are partners and friends."


    "I understand, and yes, of course I want!" Shane happily responded, patting Natu gently on its head.


    Natu chirped in response, looking up at Shane with what he could only describe as trust. The unexpected turn of events left Shane baffled, but deep down, he felt a connection forming with the small bird-like Pokemon.


    As Shane watched Natu flutter around him excitedly, he realized his journey in the world of Pokemon was becoming more intriguing than he had ever imagined.

 Chapter 4

    Natu looks at Shane with an untelling gaze.


    ¡°Natu¡±, it says.


    Shane has no idea what to make of it.


    Lizz gave Natu''s pokeball to Shane, waved them off to give them time for some bonding before getting into technicals, and Shane feels perplexed to say the least. Now they are standing here, outside the gym door.


    ¡°So, what can you do?¡± Shane asked.


    Natu jumps into the air and flies a small circle around him. After landing in front of him again, Natu¡¯s eyes started glowing a faint purple, and a small pebble started floating next to it. Then it fell to the ground with a thud.


    ¡°Huh, that¡¯s pretty cool. How do you do it?¡± Shane asked with a bit of bewilderment, yet feeling cautious. Were the people of Osmer perhaps right about pokemon having evil powers?


    Natu shrugs, with its tiny wings.


    "Oh... So I guess you can¡¯t teach me?¡±


    Natu shrugs again.


    {Uncertainty}


    Shane twitches as he feels the feeling of uncertainty. It¡¯s like he¡¯s feeling it himself, yet it¡¯s not¡­ himself?


    ¡°Okay, right¡­ that¡¯s kinda freaky, if you are the one doing that. You know that?¡±


    {Affirmation}


    Shane takes a minute to think about it.


    ¡°But I have to agree that it¡¯s a really nice trick. Can you use it for words too?¡±


    {Uncertainty}


    ¡°Maybe you could work on it?¡±


    Natu nods, and chirps happily.


    ¡°Is there any way for you to convey why you seemed so eager to meet me in the middle of the night?¡±


    Natu gets nervous, shuffling around his feet and looking into the ground for a bit.


    {Fear}


    ¡°Are you¡­ afraid? Of what?¡±


    {Uncertainty, fear}.


    ¡°Is it me?¡±


    Natu shakes his head.


    ¡°Has someone been bad to you?¡±


    Again, Natu shakes his head.


    ¡°Is it something that would be good for me to know quickly?¡±


    Natu shrugs. ¡°Natu, na natu¡±.


    ¡°Sorry¡­ I have no idea what that means. I have no idea about much here. Are people usually able to speak with their pokemon?¡±


    Natu closes his eyes, and Shane is taken by the feeling of being far out in the wilderness. He looks around him, but everything is the same, the town of Dewford still around him. Yet, the people he sees in the street feel very distant.


    He looks at Natu, who points at a closeby person, and draws a couple of lines in the sand.


    Then Natu jumps a few steps away, draws another few lines, then stretches out his wings and says ¡°Natu!¡± with affirmation.


    Shanes feelings return to normal, with the townspeople feeling less distant again.


    ¡°Ah, you were living far out in the forest and haven¡¯t met many people?¡±


    ¡°Natu¡± the bird says, and nods.


    ¡°Ah okay. I feel like we¡¯re understanding each other really quickly here. I appreciate that. Can you talk normally with other pokemon?¡±


    Natu nods with a smile, nods and chirps.


    Shane smiles, but behind his smile something is stirred.


    He was abruptly taken from his home and flung into this completely foreign world. It¡¯s like he got hit by a large cart while crossing the road, and suddenly woke up in another world.


    And now he can hear the thoughts of a creature who can lift rocks with its mind?


    Is this normal around here?


    Isn¡¯t this some sort of breach of privacy?


    If Natu can hear the thoughts of others, is that maybe illegal or frowned upon somehow?


    Shane starts sweating and has to swallow the lump that appeared in his throat, yet it feels like he¡¯s not succeeding with it.


    ¡°Natu?¡± Natu says and looks at Shane with a tilted head.


    Shane looks back at the bird creature, unsure of what to say. He¡¯s afraid, and this time he¡¯s sure it¡¯s his own fear he¡¯s feeling.


    {Concern}


    ¡°I¡¯m just¡­ it¡¯s very much to think about, is all.


    {Care}


    Natu tilts his head again while looking at Shane with thoughtful eyes, and after a few seconds jumps up to Shane¡¯s leg and cuddles it.


    ¡°I shouldn¡¯t really worry too much about you, should i?¡± Shane says.


    ¡°Natu¡± the bird says, shaking his head and smiling, however he is doing that with a beak.


    ¡°How about tagging along on some sightseeing? Can¡¯t imagine they are in a hurry to have us back at the gym, and I still haven¡¯t seen much of the island.


    Natu nods.


    Setting off from the gym, Shane and Natu begin their sightseeing journey around Dewford Town. The island town is quaint and charming, yet having a bustling feeling that wasn¡¯t as present in his previous life. It was a sunny day, with a light breeze coming from the sea, and the scent of the ocean was a refreshing change from yesterday where he spent much time resting and reading up in the pokemon center.


    Their first stop is the town square, where the locals gather to chat and barter. There''s a rustic charm to the square that''s instantly inviting.


    Shane sees vendors selling a variety of items, from fruits to pottery to what appears to be handmade Pokemon toys.


    Next, they venture towards the beach, where the sapphire blue sea laps at the sandy shore. Natu seems to be in his element here, flying off and soaring above the water.


    Shane watches as Natu performs loops and dives, a sight that brings a smile to his face.


    From the beach, they trek up a rocky path to the highest point of the island. There, a lighthouse stands tall, overlooking the vast sea.


    Shane can''t help but feel small as he gazes at the distant large landmass of Hoenn. He realizes how much of this world he has yet to see, yet to understand.


    During their sightseeing journey, Shane and Natu encounter several Pokemon. Natu chirps happily, chatting away with the local Pokemon.


    It makes Shane realize that while he can''t understand their language, they communicate perfectly fine among themselves. It¡¯s a reassuring thought.


    As the sun starts to close in on the horizon, they find themselves at the town''s port, where boats of varying sizes are docked, although some of them are enormous compared to the ones he is used to working on.


    Shane watches as the sky turns a beautiful mix of orange and red. Natu sits on his shoulder, seemingly mesmerized by the beautiful scene as well.


    {Thankful}


    ¡°What, for this sightseeing?¡± Shane asks.


    Natu shakes his head.


    ¡°For me?¡± Shane surprisedly asks.


    Natu nods with a smile.


    ¡°Well, I''m thankful for you too buddy. I never imagined making a new friend would go this well when coming here.


    {Curiosity}


    ¡°You mean where I came from?¡±


    Natu nods.


    ¡°I came from Osmer, it¡¯s an island group somewhere that way, i think,¡± Shane points south, to the other part of the island. ¡°A big wave came and¡­ Yeah, I ended up here, simply¡­¡±.


    Shane has a hard time keeping his tears back.


    Natu jumps closer and leans into Shane¡¯s side.


    {Care}


    Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.¡°Thanks¡­ I guess I''ll explain more another day.¡±


    An affirming chirp emanates from the little bird, still warmly cuddled into Shane¡¯s side.


    Shane decides that it may be time to go back to the gym.


    As they arrive, he asks for Lizz.


    ¡°Sure, she¡¯s in the arena for some training, it¡¯s this door to the right for the main floor" the receptionist responds.


    ¡°Thanks¡±, Shane says as he slides onward through the door.


    Inside the arena, Shane is impressed by how big it is. It has rows of benches above a wall on one of the long sides, and the major part of the arena consists of a leveled dirt field.


    Lizz is commanding an orange bug-like pokemon. It has a big head with sharp jaws, and black eyes with an iris that looks like a white star.


    ¡°Trapinch, use sand attack, then charge with a bite!¡± She commands.


    ¡°Machop, dodge sideways and go for a low kick!¡± the other trainer counters.


    Trapinch runs towards the small human-like pokemon with its jaws opened, and the opponent quickly jumps to the side, and kicks with a sweeping movement, hitting Trapinch in the front legs and causing it to tumble forward, and into the wall.


    The orange pokemon quickly regains its stance, but doesn¡¯t seem completely unphased. Rather, it seems a bit dizzy.


    ¡°Now Machop, charge with a karate chop!¡±


    Machop runs fast, much faster than Shane would anticipate for a creature of its stature, and hits Trapinch in the head with a cutting movement of the hand.


    A small dust cloud appears from the shock when Trapinch hits the ground under him. When the dust scatters, Trapinch is shown to be unconscious.


    ¡°Seems like i won, Lizz¡±, the other trainer proudly exclaims. ¡°Maybe try to expand his move set a bit in the future, he¡¯ll be too easy to beat for the new trainers otherwise¡±.


    ¡°That¡¯s probably a good idea. Something for more mobility or a ranged attack might be wise,¡± Lizz responds.


    Shane watches as she takes out a small object, which suddenly enlarges into a red and white ball, about the perfect size to fit in her hand.


    She points it at Trapinch, and says ¡°You did well trapinch, now rest¡±, and a red light beam appears from the ball which seems to¡­ make the pokemon turn into the same red light and vanish into the ball?


    What in the world was that?!!


    Is she a sorcerer?


    Just as she turns around, she takes notice of Shane standing close to the doorway with a gaping mouth.


    ¡°Presto, he has disappeared!¡± she jokingly exclaims, and takes a bow..


    Shane shuts his mouth and says nothing, but his eyes are screaming.


    ¡°I figured you¡¯re not from these parts from when I met you this morning. Never seen a pokeball, right?¡±


    ¡°No, I haven''t.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s old technology, really. They used to make these things from acorns earlier, but nowadays they are metal and produced in factories. Nothing magical about them¡±.


    ¡°So¡­ how do they work? Is he still made of light inside it, or is he just small and rattling around in the ball?¡± Shane asks.


    ¡°I¡­ have no idea really,¡± Lizz confusedly replies. ¡°They just work, and I''m not that much for technical stuff anyway,¡± She smiles at him.


    A man steps into the arena, from a bench close to the door in the middle of the long wall, under the seating section.


    ¡°They contain a set of adaptive mirrors that adjust to the frequency at which the energy can stably resonate, depending on the weight of the pokemon contained¡±, he says.


    ¡°Oh, hi Brawly! Yeah, that sounds like something I''ve heard in trainer school,¡± Lizz says, seeming a bit startled by the man who suddenly appeared. He has spiky blue hair, and seems muscular, yet nimble in stature.


    ¡°Lizz, you should really remember those things. You are supposed to be an inspiration for new generations of trainers¡± he continues with a smile.


    ¡°Hi, I¡¯m Brawly, leader of the Dewford gym,¡± he introduces himself to Shane.


    ¡°Hi, I¡¯m Shane, pleased to meet you¡±, Shane replies, suddenly feeling confident.


    ¡°I heard that Lizz gave you the Natu we found the other day. Everything''s been alright with you two today?¡±, he continues with a gentle smile towards Shane, with a following equally long look at Natu.


    ¡°Yeah, I guess¡­ We¡¯ve mostly been sightseeing, but we¡¯re getting along well¡±.


    ¡°No fault in that, each one to his own. No battle training then?¡±


    ¡°No, I''m not really¡­ I don''t really know much about battles. Most experience I have of them is hearing radio broadcast matches back at home. This is one of the first few days I''ve even seen a real pokemon.¡±


    The man furrows his eyebrow ever so slightly.


    ¡°Oh really? How come?¡±


    Shane is unsure how to respond, but he knows that he really doesn''t want to talk about that again.


    ¡°I¡­ lived very far away and just moved here¡±, he hesitates.


    Brawly seems to be thinking for a few seconds about how to reply.


    ¡°I see. Well, I hope you¡¯re enjoying your stay here in Hoenn then,¡± Brawly smiles. ¡°Well, I do have some free time, and I heard that a new trainer was coming today. So why don¡¯t we chat for a bit to see what page you are on?¡±.


    Shane agrees, and Brawly leads him and Natu into the door at the middle of the long arena side wall, into something that might resemble a combination of an office and a gym, and they sit down in each armchair.


    ¡°So, you¡¯ve decided?¡± Brawly asks.


    ¡°For what?¡± Shane confusedly asks back.


    ¡°If you want to keep Natu of course¡± Brawly chuckles. ¡°I heard from Lizz that he seemed very eager to meet you in the middle of the night for no apparent reason, and since you¡¯ve had a good day together, it seems natural that he could be your first companion. Of course, we have others to assign if you want, so¡­¡±


    ¡°No, of course!¡± Shane interrupts. ¡°I mean, yes, I''d gladly have Natu with me! Sorry for interrupting you.¡±


    ¡°No problem,¡± Brawly smiles at Shane. ¡°A word of caution though, psychic pokemon are very rarely handed to new trainers, and there may be some daunting¡­ experiences involved in that¡±.


    ¡°You don¡¯t say?¡± Shane grins at Brawly with an oblong smile.


    Brawly chuckles lightly at Shane¡¯s response.


    ¡°I see. Seems like Natu has already shown you a glimpse of what''s to come. Psychic pokemon have a close connection with their trainer¡¯s emotions and thoughts. It can be overwhelming initially, but as you grow and learn together, you might find it an advantage. On the other hand, it''s not always easy to keep your thoughts private when sharing such a bond.¡±


    Shane tenses slightly at Brawly¡¯s last statement. ¡°Yeah, I¡¯ve¡­ noticed some of that, but we''ll work on it.¡±


    ¡°Good to hear,¡± Brawly leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. ¡°Now, about battling. You said you didn¡¯t have much experience, right? It''s one of the main aspects of being a trainer, but there''s a lot more to it. Like forming a bond with your pokemon, helping them grow, and teaching them new moves. You''ll learn a lot on your journey, that I can assure you.¡±


    ¡°I think I have a lot to learn,¡± Shane admits, rubbing the back of his head. ¡°I mean, today I saw my first real battle, and it was... intense.¡±


    ¡°It can be,¡± Brawly nods understandingly, ¡°But it can also be an excellent way to deepen your bond with your Pokemon and show your true potential as a trainer. Also, battles are often a way to solve conflicts and challenges you may encounter on your journey.¡±


    A sudden chirp from Natu brings the attention of the two humans back to the small bird pokemon. Natu''s eyes glow faintly, and Shane feels a gentle tug on his emotions


    {Eagerness}


    ¡°Seems like Natu is eager to get started,¡± Shane smiles at the small Pokemon, who chirps in affirmation. ¡°Maybe we could try a small battle tomorrow, under your supervision, Brawly?¡±


    Brawly grins broadly, ¡°Sounds like a plan! We¡¯ll take it slow and easy, starting from the basics.¡±


    They continue to discuss the basics around how battles are conveyed, the system surrounding the gym circuit and how you need to beat 8 gyms to qualify for the Ever Grande Conference, and just general pokemon stuff.


    ¡°By the way, you might want to visit the local shop and pick up some potions and pokeballs. They''ll come in handy.¡±


    ¡°Pokeballs?¡± Shane echoes, remembering the object Lizz had used earlier.


    Brawly chuckles, ¡°You''ll need them to catch more Pokemon. After all, a trainer usually has more than one Pokemon. But don''t worry, we''ll get to that tomorrow. For now, enjoy the evening with Natu. Get to know each other better.¡±


    With a final nod, Brawly stands and walks Shane to the door.


    As Shane steps outside, he can''t help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with anxiety.


    His journey as a Pokemon trainer is really just beginning, and he''s not sure what''s in store. But as he looks at Natu flying around his head, he knows he''s not alone. And somehow, that makes him feel ready to face whatever challenges come their way.

 Chapter 5

    As Shane surrenders to the soft arms of sleep after an exhaustive day, his mind wanders into the realm of dreams. However, this dream isn''t filled with whimsical Pok¨¦mon adventures as usual.


    It stands in stark contrast to his nightmares where he relives the traumatic destruction of his home in Osmer, swept away by a mighty wave.


    This dream is vivid and chilling, filling him with a sense of dread he hasn''t felt since the destruction of his home.


    It''s eerily clear, every detail etching into his mind like a prophetic vision, carrying an ominous undercurrent hard to shake off.


    In his dream, he finds himself standing atop a mountain, gazing down at a sprawling land, its beauty marred by an uneasy stillness.


    He doesn''t recognize this place, but its diverse terrains - dense forests, vast oceans, bustling cities - seem strangely familiar.


    As he surveys the land, he hears a low, droning hum resonating from the depths of the forest. The hum grows louder and more insistent with each passing second.


    Something compels Shane to find its source, so he soars high in the sky, hovering above the land.


    Suddenly, his attention is drawn towards a cavern situated in the forest''s heart.


    The cavern''s entrance is guarded by three massive stone doors, engraved with cryptic, ancient symbols.


    As if responding to his curiosity, the stone doors slide open, revealing the forms of three figures of rock, ice, and steel.


    The low hum transforms into an ear-splitting discord, vibrations pulsating through the air and shaking the land.


    The trio of golems unleashes their powers.


    The rock figure induces a fierce earthquake, tearing through the cities and causing structures to crumble.


    The ice figure casts a blizzard that rapidly spreads across the land, transforming the greenery into a freezing tundra.


    The figure of steel releases a flurry of metallic shards that rain down, causing further destruction upon what little remains of civilization.


    As he watches the chaos from his vantage point, a sense of dread fills him.


    The region he doesn''t recognize is transforming into a desolate wasteland.


    Suddenly, Shane awakes, panting and drenched in cold sweat.


    The dream feels too real, too chaotic to be just a product of his imagination.


    Is it a forewarning of something dire?


    As he contemplates his dream, he notices Natu, wide awake and perched on the windowsill, eyeing him with an intense gaze. Natu hops over to him, its eyes shimmering with an unspoken understanding.


    Natu then begins to act in a peculiar way, mimicking the destructive events from Shane''s dream - jumping on the floor creating small thuds, creating a small gust of wind, and mimicking the sound of raining metal by tapping its beak against the window.


    The sequence is too familiar, too specific to be a coincidence.


    It''s as if Natu is communicating that it knows what Shane has been dreaming.


    The connection is too strong to ignore.


    His dream and Natu''s strange behavior seem intertwined, suggesting something much bigger at play.


    As daunting as it appears, Shane has a strong feeling that this will not be quite the journey he had expected.


    The following dawn brings with it an unfamiliar sense of urgency.


    As the sun peeks over the horizon, washing the quaint town of Dewford in golden light, Shane can''t shake off the vivid imagery of the dream.


    He knows he can''t ignore what he has seen, and Natu''s peculiar behavior only reaffirms his determination. It''s a mystery, but more importantly, it''s a lead.


    If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.Lizz mentioned that Natu has the ability to see the future, so his mind circles the thought that it may be prophetic.


    With the image of the cavern still fresh in his mind, he decides to go to the local library.


    He hopes to find something that could provide him a clue, perhaps a legend or a myth associated with the region, to make sense of the symbols and the destructive trio from his dream.


    Stepping into the library is akin to entering a treasure trove of knowledge.


    The smell of old books mixed with the scent of polished wood, and the place is filled with a tranquil silence that''s only occasionally broken by the soft rustle of pages turning.


    Dewford may not be a big city, but its library is commendable, with stacks of books and scrolls that hint at a rich collection of Hoenn''s lore.


    He approaches the librarian, a woman with spectacles perched on the end of her nose, and asks about books on local myths and legends.


    She guides him to a section filled with ancient scripts and well-preserved texts, from historical chronicles to old folklore.


    Shane thanks her and immediately starts pouring through the texts.


    Hours pass as he immerses himself in stories of legendary Pok¨¦mon, old folktales, and myths.


    There''s so much to learn, so much he hasn''t known before, yet none of it seems to relate to his dream.


    He only takes a brief break from his reading to buy some food for Natu and himself in the library cafeteria, where the lady attending it kindly explains how his bank card works.


    He is about to call it a day when he stumbles upon a passage in an old leather-bound book titled ''Legends of the Land''.


    It spoke of ancient golems said to possess powers over rock, ice, and steel, created by another larger golem called Regigigas, known as the Regi trio.


    The symbols he had seen in his dream and the description of the golems matched eerily with the text.


    As he delves deeper into the book, he finds that these golems were sealed away due to their immense power, only to be awakened when the land was in danger.


    However, there isa stark contradiction.


    The book states that the Regi trio was sealed away due to their immense power, only to be awakened when the land was in grave danger. But his dream showed the trio causing destruction, not preventing it.


    This confuses Shane.


    Were the Regi trio the protectors or the destroyers?


    Despite the confusion, Shane can''t ignore the connection.


    The Regi trio is somehow linked to his dream, and potentially, to Hoenn''s future.


    He jots down everything he could about the trio and the possible locations of their sealed chambers.


    He knew he was treading into unknown territory, facing ancient forces that were way beyond his comprehension. But he is ready to face whatever was to come, ready to unveil the mysteries hidden in the land of Hoenn.


    As the sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant hues, Shane leaves the library.


    Natu, perched on his shoulder, glanced at him, its gaze gleaming with unwavering resolve. They are a team, prepared to journey into the unknown, ready to face the challenges that awaits them in their quest to unravel the truth.


    Then he realizes that he has forgotten something.


    The battle at the gym.


    ¡°Ah man, talk about having my head in the clouds¡­¡± Shane mutters to himself.


    Shane feels a slight weight on his shoulder and turns to see Natu looking at him with a soft, knowing gaze.


    Its eyes shine with a light that seems to say that it''s okay, that there is a time for everything. "We can face it tomorrow," it seems to convey, the small bird nuzzling against Shane''s neck, providing a comforting warmth.


    The quiet understanding of his Pokemon friend eases his worries, assuring him that they are in this together.


    He smiles, his resolve fortified, ready to face tomorrow''s challenges and, maybe, a gym battle.


    He whispers a quiet thank you to Natu, knowing the bond between them is stronger than ever.

 Chapter 6

    Shane steps into the Dewford Gym, Natu perched on his shoulder, feeling a swirling mix of nerves and excitement. Today is the day of his first ever Pok¨¦mon battle, and the fluttering in his stomach won''t subside.


    The gym is already abuzz with activity despite the early hour. He spots gym trainers paired up and battling with vigor, their Pok¨¦mon unleashing attacks that kick up clouds of dust. The air rings out with cries of "Dodge!" and "Use Tackle!"


    As Shane takes it all in, trying to ignore his nerves, he feels a gentle nudge against his mind. He glances at Natu, whose eyes are glowing faintly purple. A feeling of reassurance emanates from the small bird.


    Shane smiles, giving Natu a grateful pat. "Thanks buddy. We can do this together."


    Just then, a familiar voice calls out. "Shane! Good morning!"


    He turns to see Brawly waving at him from across the room. The Dewford gym leader grins broadly as he approaches.


    "Ready for your first battle?" Brawly asks.


    Shane swallows. "I think so. I''m a bit nervous though. Sorry for not coming yesterday, some stuff came up that i had to do."


    Brawly gives him an encouraging clap on the back. "No need to worry! We''ll start nice and easy. Follow me."


    They make their way to a sectioned off training area. Brawly takes his position on one end of the arena while Shane stands opposite him.


    "Alright, here''s what we''ll do," Brawly explains. "This will be a one-on-one battle between your Natu and my Makuhita. I''ll call out moves step-by-step so you can get a feel for commands and strategy. Don''t worry about winning - this is just to get you started. Sound good?"


    Shane nods, trying to ignore his thudding heart. "Let''s do it."


    "Makuhita, let''s go!" Brawly calls out, tossing a Pok¨¦ball. In a flash of light, a yellow and black Pok¨¦mon materializes, bouncing on its feet eagerly.


    Shane takes a deep breath. "Okay Natu, you''re up!"


    Natu flutters down from his shoulder, landing lightly on the ground. His gaze is focused, prepared for battle.


    "Alright, Makuhita, use Tackle!" Brawly orders. His Pok¨¦mon charges forward.


    "Dodge it, Natu!" Shane calls out instinctively. Natu swiftly jumps into the air, avoiding Makuhita''s attack.


    "Good! Now use Peck!"


    Obeying Shane''s command, Natu''s beak glows white as he swoops down, striking Makuhita with a quick jab. Makuhita stumbles back from the hit.


    "Excellent!" Brawly shouts encouragingly. "Makuhita, counter with Arm Thrust!"


    Makuhita regains its footing and thrusts its palm out repeatedly towards Natu.


    "Fly up to dodge!" Shane responds. Natu''s wings beat hastily as he narrowly avoids the barrage of palm strikes.


    The battle continues, both trainers calling out commands in turn. Shane slowly gets into the rhythm of it, his nerves settling. With each successful dodge or attack from Natu, his confidence grows.


    After several exchanges, Natu is looking tired while Makuhita has barely broken a sweat. Brawly calls for one final attack from Makuhita, which Natu manages to avoid with an aerial twirl.


    "I think that''s enough for today," Brawly says, recalling his pokemon. "You did great Shane, especially for your first battle! With more practice, you and Natu will become a formidable team."


    Shane beams, adrenaline still coursing through him. "That was awesome! Hear that Natu, we make a pretty good team!"


    Natu chirps happily in agreement, clearly worn out but pleased by their efforts.


    After recalling their Pok¨¦mon, Brawly approaches Shane with an approving grin. "You''re a natural! With more experience under your belt, you and Natu will go far."


    Shane smiles, still coming down from the thrill of his first battle. "Thanks! Though I was a bit surprised that Natu could fly so well during the battle. His wings seem so small."


    Brawly nods knowingly. "Ah yes, a common misconception. While Natu''s wings are small, psychic Pok¨¦mon like him can manipulate and enhance their abilities through psychic power. It allows them to achieve feats like levitation or flight over short distances."


    "That makes sense," Shane replies, glancing down at Natu. The little bird looks up at him, eyes gleaming proudly.


    Just then, Lizz comes over after having watched the practice battle. "Wow Shane, you and Natu work great together! And Brawly''s right about psychic Pok¨¦mon - they can use their minds to boost their strengths."


    She crouches down to Natu''s level with a smile. "You were amazing out there! But don''t overexert yourself, okay?"


    Natu chirps happily in response. Lizz gives him an affectionate pat before standing back up.


    "Battling can be draining at first, especially for small Pok¨¦mon like Natu," she explains to Shane. "Make sure to let him rest between intense training sessions."


    Shane nods, making a mental note about proper battle pacing. This trainer thing has a lot more nuance to it than he first realized.


    Brawly gives Shane an approving clap on the back. "You''re picking all this up so quickly. That battle sense will continue developing with time and practice. For today though, you and Natu take it easy. Reflect on what you''ve learned."


    "Will do," Shane agrees.


    As he turns to leave with Natu, Brawly calls out, "Keep up the great work! I expect a rematch soon, but then it¡¯ll be without gloves on!" with a grin.


    Shane smiles back with confidence.


    As they walk out from the gym for the second time, Shane takes in the atmosphere of the town with new eyes. He feels like he understands the bond between human and pokemon more now, seeing the various pairs of odd couples wandering through the streets.


    Yet, he can¡¯t shake the dream he had yesterday.


    ¡°Regi¡­¡± he mutters to himself.


    Natu, as understanding as ever, gives Shane a chirp of affirmation.


    {No worries, strength}


    ¡°Ah, you¡¯re right. We should focus on training more, shouldn¡¯t we, Natu?¡±


    Natu nods with keen eyes set on Shane.


    ¡°I figured you¡¯re probably tired from the physicalities of that battle in the gym. How about we start out with something more mental?¡±


    {Approval}


    ¡°Sure thing. I think I got an idea to start out with it. By the way, how about a name? Brawly mentioned evolutions the other day, and I figured you might think it¡¯s strange to just change names when that happens? Or maybe that¡¯s just my personal reflections.¡±


    {Curiosity}


    ¡°Ah, well¡­ I think I have one in mind. But you haven¡¯t heard the story of how i came here, did you?¡±


    ¡°Mhm,¡± Natu chirps, eerily similar to a tiny human voice.


    ¡°Well then, let¡¯s find somewhere nice to sit first, it¡¯ll take a while.¡±


    They walk for a bit until they find a more serene restaurant on the edge of town. A quaint little place that looks like it¡¯s family owned.


    Shane orders seafood for himself, and asks Natu for a few options, who sets for rice with berry compote.


    Shane grew up in a small, close-knit community on the island of Zenith. As a young child, he had a few friends to play with, but that changed as he grew older. Right before his teen years, his friends turned on him, bullying and excluding him. Shane withdrew more into himself after that, spending most of time at home or at the shipyard with Robert.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    His mother was deeply involved in the island''s religious and political circles. Shane never felt fully comfortable with her zealous participation, keeping his distance from those realms. However, she was still his mother, and they shared a deep love for one another.


    After his father disappeared when Shane was a teenager, his mother showed little struggle or grief over the loss. Instead, she seemed to leverage her connections to maintain status.


    Robert, a long-time family friend, took Shane under his wing at the shipyard. Shane started by learning the physical craft of sail-making and woodwork. Over time, as he honed his skills, he discovered a talent for calculations and design, devising sturdy yet cost-efficient ships. He took pride in this mastery of the trade.


    In his spare time, Shane developed a love of reading, though options were limited on the remote island. What books he could get his hands on, he treasured and read repeatedly.


    The islanders had little contact with outsiders, as Zenith was remote. The rare sailor who passed by was regarded with suspicion and seen as a threat to their isolated way of life.


    Pok¨¦mon were feared, their powers unknown and thus assumed dangerous. Any mention of the creatures was strictly taboo on the island, their powers having become known through the visits of the even rarer sailor who had a pokemon at his side.


    In the months before disaster struck, Shane grew more withdrawn and emotionally detached. A sense of stagnation settled upon him, feeling he lacked meaning or purpose in life.


    Meanwhile, murmurs spread of an underground rebellion brewing, though Shane steered clear of politics and paid little attention. He wanted no part in controlling others or being controlled.


    That¡¯s why he had been going to one of the outer rim islands to be alone for a while, just to think things through. Maybe trying to get some perspective on if it really was wise of him to be such a recluse outside of work.


    He elaborates on the details surrounding the wave, how he was lost at sea for a week, how he ended up on Dewford, and how he met Natu that one night when he had a nightmare.


    ¡°So, that pretty much sums it up¡±, Shane nods to Natu, who has started to eat his compote while keeping an eager ear to the story.


    Natu seems to be thinking for a moment, as he looks upon the sea. Maybe he¡¯s thinking about how the sea can be so destructive, or something else. Shane has no idea of knowing, and can only look upon the sea himself as well.


    They both gaze upon it, taking in the orange sky surrounding the sky and the inconspicuous waves giving off their more conspicuous glimmer under the sunset.


    ¡°Natu!¡±, Natu chimes.


    ¡°Huh? I still don¡¯t understand that well¡± Shane replies.


    ¡°Na, tu!¡± Natu jumps up and down a little.


    ¡°You mean¡­ the name I had in mind!¡±


    Natu chirps and nods.


    ¡°Well, I was thinking about Osmer, or Ozzy for short.¡±


    Natu contemplates the idea for a moment, then nods and gives off two chirps.


    ¡°Really? Great!¡±


    ¡°Natu!¡± Natu shouts, and again, chirps two times.


    ¡°What, you prefer Ozzy over Osmer?¡±


    ¡°Natu,¡± Natu nods to Shane with a satisfied smile.


    ¡°Okay then, Ozzy. Thank you for having more of an input instead of just agreeing to whatever I say,¡± Shane chuckles to Ozzy.


    Ozzy smiles back with intentful and supportive eyes.


    They both proceed to finish their food.


    ¡°Well, time for that mental training, I guess. Right Ozzy?¡±


    Ozzy bounces enthusiastically on its feet.


    The pair of them take a visit to the second hand store to buy a backpack, and a deck of cards. Then they go to the pokemart to stock up on some simple food for Ozzy, as only Shane¡¯s food is freely included at the pokemon center.


    They also pay a visit to the library again to borrow some books on training psychic pokemon.


    Back at the pokemon center, they go through some basic exercises with the cards.


    ¡°I thought that we should focus early on nonverbal communication, as to get a better edge in battles. It¡¯s also nice if we learn quicker how to communicate a broader variety of concepts than just feelings. So we start out with colors and symbols. Sounds okay?¡±


    Ozzy bobs his head up and down.


    Shane draws a card and shows it to Ozzy, and Ozzy in turn should try to convey telepathically if it is a red or black card, while Shane should say which color it is.


    He figured that since Ozzy should have an easier time sending specific thoughts than reading them in the beginning. Shane also writes down the number of rights and wrongs.


    For the first few minutes, the ratio of rights is roughly 50%.


    Within half an hour, they get it up to over 70%.


    Then they switch, so that Shane looks at the random card, thinks strongly about what color it is, and lets Ozzy guess. One chirp for red, two chirps for black. Ozzy also closes his eyes so as to not get cues from Shane¡¯s body language.


    They start out with just a bit over 55%, and soon enough manage to get also that up to roughly 70%.


    As to not get too stale in the exercises, Shane now lays one card from each of the four deck colors in front of Ozzy. Now Ozzy gets to guess from four different options.


    They start out at 60% right guesses, and keep up for another hour until they are at 80%.


    Then Shane lays out all the deck numbers in front of Ozzy in random colors.


    ¡°Now, look at the numbers in the corner here, under the symbol,¡± Shane says.


    The previous exercise seems to have helped well, as Ozzy still can hold an almost 80% ratio of correct guesses. But it doesn¡¯t seem to rise much more than that.


    ¡°I guess you are tired in more than one way by now, aren¡¯t you, Ozzy?¡±


    Ozzy nods, albeit a bit unwillingly. His pride in wanting to support Shane shines through.


    ¡°No worries. You¡¯ve done really well. I can start reading these books for some more stuff to train on later, and you can rest. You wanna watch TV or something?¡±


    Ozzy shakes his head, and instead jumps onto the bed. Not many seconds pass until the green little bird is snoring like a little man as tall as a hand blowing his nose.


    Shane smiles as he watches the creature for a moment.


    He¡¯s feeling very serene from having someone he¡¯s comfortable around. And the best part, he doesn¡¯t feel that he has too much to prove, since the social dynamic between a pokemon and his trainer naturally is different from that between human peers.


    Of course, some trainers might probably be driven from the need of proving their competence to their pokemon partners. Maybe borne from the desire to be deemed good enough by these¡­ mystical beings.


    Shane looks through the pile of books he borrowed until he finds one he thinks is best fitted for the introductions, The Psychic Type Handbook.


    It contains a variety of subjects, from typical abilities, the special relation between a psychic pokemon and its trainer, some general dietary ideas, and dangers of mental overexertion.


    He chooses the chapter ¡°Psychic relations and what to be cautious of¡±.


    He finds it particularly interesting that the psychic bond is indeed very intimate. Not in a romantic way, but since it becomes a path of multimodal communication, it is said to even be able to exceed the capacity of which you can communicate with normal words.


    Imagine conveying words, symbols, colors, smells, sound, touch and emotion, all at the same time. It can apparently get pretty intense.


    Also, as the bond progresses trainers have to be wary of the possibility of something called Ego Death, the elimination of oneself.


    Since modern society is often based on the idea that one individual is discrete from others, patterns of thinking that are in conflict with normal traditions in society may arise.


    Not to mention the possibility of romantic interest sparking between trainer and pokemon, which may be considered taboo in some parts of the world and carry its own hardships in normative battle culture.


    Shane takes a moment to think about it.


    He recalls what he read in the pamphlet, that pokemon trainers are expected to act on behalf of the pokemon league in emergency situations.


    Trainers can be considered as stand-in emergency responders, but can they also be considered a part of the military force?


    Is the culture here partly based on the idea that trainers should optimize their battle capacity, and therefore not initiate too intimate relationships with their pokemon, so as to not be burdened by the risk of hurting their loved ones?


    Shane has no interest at all in the idea of a romantic relationship with pokemon.


    Besides, Ozzy is a guy, and although Shane is of the belief that it¡¯s each to their own, he¡¯s not having any second thoughts about such things himself.


    He thinks back on life on the islands. He had never had any romantic interest at all in adult age.


    Maybe he never found the right one, or¡­ He just didn¡¯t meet enough people to even give rise to such a possibility¡­


    Maybe I was just a bit stunted from depression, he thinks to himself.


    He shakes the thought away.


    After all, he¡¯s not here to think about such things. A new life awaits in Hoenn, and possibly beyond.


    Anyhow, military forces.


    What rights does Shane even have to take preemptive measures against possible threats?


    Can he just go around and¡­ neutralize legendary pokemon because he had a dream?


    And how is he even going to go about it?


    Shane continues his reading, mostly glossing over the subject of mental training for Ozzy.


    In due time, Shane falls asleep in the chair, lulled by a mareless night.

 Chapter 7

    The morning sun peeks through the blinds as Shane jolts awake, feeling something repeatedly bouncing on his chest. He opens his bleary eyes to see Ozzy hopping eagerly up and down, his soft feathers tickling Shane''s chin.


    "Ozzy, what are you doing?" Shane mumbles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The Natu chirps brightly, gazing at Shane with expectant eyes. After a big yawn, Shane glances at the clock on the bedside table which reads 6:30 AM. "It''s so early," Shane groans. "You want to train already?"


    Ozzy nods, fluttering over to the desk where the deck of cards still sits from yesterday''s exercises. Clearly, the little pokemon is raring to go and continue strengthening their psychic bond.


    Shane hauls himself out of bed, splashes some water on his face, and gets dressed while Ozzy watches impatiently.


    Shane smiles as Ozzy flutters impatiently around the room, chirping and pecking at Shane''s pillow in his eagerness to start training. "Alright, let''s see if we can beat our high score from yesterday," Shane says as he sits down across from Ozzy.


    The pokemon trills, its eyes glowing in anticipation.


    They start with their telepathy training, and Ozzy''s concentration has clearly improved overnight. The Natu soon consistently manages both to read and transmit which cards are being pulled from the deck. Shane wonders if this fast progression is mostly thanks to Ozzy¡¯s innate capacity, or if he himself has any significant part in the bond.


    After an hour, Shane''s grumbling stomach reminds him it''s time for breakfast. But Ozzy gently tugs his sleeve with his beak, signaling he wants to keep training.


    "Don''t worry, we''ve got the whole day ahead of us," Shane says, patting Ozzy¡¯s green feathered head. "And we''ve got a big goal, remember? To get strong enough to challenge Brawly for real! Of course, there¡¯s the Regi trio too, but I think we have to start with more reasonable milestones. How about we focus a bit more on your battle skills today?¡±


    Ozzy chirps happily in affirmation.


    Shane retrieves breakfast for himself from the service point and serves some generic Pok¨¦mon food for Ozzy. They consume their meals in silence as Shane flips through another book, ''Precognitive Battle Strategy: Harnessing Psychic Insights.''


    The techniques commonly explored involve harnessing telekinetic forces and precognition, yet understanding of psychic phenomena remains somewhat nebulous. The public''s knowledge about it is not extensive, the author of the book concedes. She asserts her reluctance to set strict boundaries on what can and cannot be done within the realm of psychic abilities.


    The author does however mention that some psychic pokemon have extensive abilities for healing themselves and others, which Shane finds great interest in. It may come very well in handy he realizes, after doing some mental theorizing on balancing resources in the field such as stamina versus health. It just depends on how taxing the healing moves would be on Ozzy.


    Shane¡¯s interest is piqued, and he decides to go to a computer in the lobby to do some more specific research on the Natu species.


    ¡°Hey Ozzy, do you want to tag along for some more research on you?¡±


    Ozzy happily nods.


    Once they finish their meal, they head to the computer area. Shane is still not exactly used to the technology at hand, but he eventually navigates to the official League page on Natu.


    ¡°It says here that you eventually may evolve into a Xatu. But you already knew that, did you?¡±


    Ozzy solemnly nods at the fact.


    Shane skims through the page for moves that may be relevant to healing. ¡°Ah, here it is. You can naturally learn Wish, which heals you for a significant amount of health. You could also learn other similar moves using technical machines, such as Roost. And here¡¯s a record of a Xatu having learnt Pain Split, it¡¯s a¡­ Oh! That¡¯s quite the move! It splits your health evenly with an opponent. That would be very good to know in case you get badly hurt and meet a healthy enemy. Hitting two birds with one rock, you know?¡±


    Ozzy gives a slight glare at Shane, then looks at the screen. Shane is unsure if Ozzy can read.


    ¡°Sorry for that notion, it¡¯s just a saying¡­ Can you read, by the way?¡±


    Ozzy shakes his head. Maybe he¡¯s just watching the images from battles where the moves are used.


    Shane notices there¡¯s a slot for a pokeball at the computer.


    He asks another person sitting at another one of the machines what it may be used for.


    ¡°Oh, that¡¯s for checking known moves and generic data on your pokemon.¡±


    Shane thanks him, and asks Ozzy if he¡¯d like to check.


    Ozzy happily complies, and is turned into a white light with a slight red hue when he pecks at the button on the pokeball.


    Shane sets the ball into the slot, and the computer churns for a few seconds. A list of data appears, and Shane lets Ozzy out of the ball again, this time with a bright white light appearing out of the ball, manifesting the small, green bird on the table again.


    ¡°Let¡¯s see¡­ Peck we knew of, but Leer and Night Shade¡­ Have you used those before?¡±


    {1}


    ¡°So Leer?¡±


    Ozzy nod.


    How does that work when lowering defenses really, isn¡¯t that some form of harassment? Shane silently thinks to himself.


    ¡°Ah¡­ but you haven¡¯t used Night Shade?¡±


    Ozzy shakes his head.


    After looking over Ozzy''s moves on the Pokemon Center computer, Shane feels motivated to help Ozzy gain more battle experience. He knows there''s a wooded area just outside town that would be perfect for some training.


    "Hey Ozzy, how about we head to the woods and practice using some of your moves on natural targets?" Shane suggests.


    Ozzy flutters his wings eagerly. He seems excited by the prospect of training up his abilities.


    They make their way through the cozy streets of Dewford towards the town''s outskirts. The houses become sparser and soon the paved road turns to a dirt path leading into the forest.


    Trees stretch high above and Spearow can be heard calling in the canopy. Sunlight filters through the leaves, dappling the path. Shane takes a deep breath of the fresh, earthy air.


    Before long, the path opens up into a small clearing surrounded by huge moss-covered boulders.


    "This looks like the perfect spot!" Shane declares. Ozzy lands on a rock and chirps in agreement, ruffling his feathers. He seems eager to start honing his skills.


    Not many minutes pass before they hear a rustling in the bushes. A bird pokemon bursts out, ruffling its feathers as it squares off against them. The back of the bird is bluish black, with a white stomach and red face.


    "Alright Ozzy, let''s start with Leer!" Shane calls. Ozzy focuses his hypnotic stare on the Taillow, making it shudder as its defenses weaken.


    The Taillow shoots a Gust attack at Ozzy, who braces himself against the blast of wind.


    "Hang in there! Use Peck!" Ozzy darts forward and jabs his glowing beak into Taillow''s side.


    Taillow chirps angrily and whips up another Gust. Ozzy manages to dodge most of it, but still gets battered by the edge of the blast.


    "You''ve got this Ozzy! Let''s try out your Night Shade!" Shane shouts encouragingly.


    Ozzy launches the Night Shade attack, but the dark spectral beams pass right through the Taillow, seemingly having no effect.


    Shane is puzzled. "That''s weird, why didn''t it do any damage?"Stolen story; please report.


    The Taillow takes advantage of the distraction to whip up another Gust attack. Ozzy braces against the blast.


    Shane wracks his brain trying to figure out what''s going on. Night Shade is a ghost-type move, it should have worked.


    The Taillow presses its advantage with a Peck attack. Ozzy manages to dodge most of the strikes.


    Finally, Shane realizes his mistake. "Of course! Taillow is a normal-type, so ghost-type moves don''t affect it!"


    The Taillow goes in for another Peck. "Dodge it Ozzy and use Leer!" Shane adjusts their strategy now that he understands the type matchup. Ozzy diminishes Taillow''s defense again with his glowing stare.


    "Peck, let''s go!" With the type advantage in mind, Ozzy is able to land several hard pecks while Taillow is reeling from the Leer.


    The wild pokemon cries out angrily before conceding defeat and flapping away deeper into the forest.


    Shane kneels down to praise Ozzy for adjusting so well, despite Shane''s own mistake. He mentally kicks himself for not researching type advantages better. He''d leapt into training too hastily. A trainer was supposed to guide and teach their Pok¨¦mon, not hinder them. Next time he would be more prepared and considered - he owed Ozzy that much.


    After their encounter with the wild Taillow, Shane and Ozzy take a break before heading back to town. Shane wants to find another trainer for a practice battle to keep testing their skills.


    The walk back is peaceful, with other bird pokemon cooing softly and the occasional rustle in the underbrush. Before long, the woods open up to reveal Dewford''s cozy buildings.


    As they re-enter town, Shane scans the streets for potential training partners. He soon spots a girl about his age sitting on a bench with a pokemon at her feet - a small canine with brown and beige fur.


    "Hello!" Shane calls as he approaches. "I''m Shane, and this is Ozzy. We were hoping to get some battle practice in. Would you be interested?"


    The girl smiles and introduces them as Emma and her pokemon Zigzagoon. "We''d love to battle! I was just looking for some practice too."


    They clear a space in a nearby plaza to serve as their battlefield. A few passersby stop to watch the impromptu match.


    "Let''s start out Ozzy with Leer!" Shane calls. Ozzy diminishes Zigzagoon''s defense with his menacing stare.


    "Zigzagoon, use Tail Whip!" Emma commands. Zigzagoon wags its tail cutely, distracting Ozzy and lowering his defenses.


    "Peck, let''s go!" Ozzy darts in for a quick jab with his glowing beak.


    "Dodge and use Headbutt!" Zigzagoon jumps back from the Peck then slams its head into Ozzy.


    The match continues back and forth, both Pokemon landing hits while narrowly avoiding others. Shane calls for Ozzy to use telekinesis to slow Zigzagoon, but the effects seem minor and brief.


    After several more rapid exchanges, both Pokemon are looking worn out. But Zigzagoons repeated headbutts finally take their toll, as Ozzy slumps over in exhaustion.


    Shane''s heart seized as he saw Ozzy collapse, the usually energetic bird lying limp and silent. He sprinted across the makeshift battlefield, a cloud of dust kicking up behind him.


    "Ozzy, no!" Shane cried as he slid onto his knees and gently cradled the Pokemon. Ozzy''s breathing came in faint, shuddering gasps. His eyes remained closed, beak parted slightly.


    Shane blinked back tears, emotions swirling violently within him. This was all his fault. He had pushed Ozzy too far, gotten too caught up in the thrill of battling. Some trainer He was.


    Stroking Ozzy''s feathers, Shane pleaded under his breath.


    "Please be okay, buddy. I''m so sorry." Guilt wrapped its cold tendrils around his chest. He should have noticed Ozzy tiring sooner, should have called for a break.


    How could he call himself Ozzy''s partner when he couldn''t even protect the Pokemon?


    The Natu''s eyes finally cracked open, meeting Shane''s distraught gaze. Relief flooded through Shane as Ozzy let out a barely audible chirp. Though clearly worn out, the little bird was going to be alright.


    Shane stood, Ozzy cradled protectively against his chest. "Let''s get you to the Pokemon Center," he murmured. As Shane hurried down the street, his mind was already racing ahead to how he could be better prepared next time. He would not make the same mistakes again. Ozzy deserved that commitment from him.


    He briskly walks through the streets with the worn-out Natu cradled gently in his arms. Pushing through the doors, Shane approaches the front counter.


    "Nurse Joy, could you please take a look at Ozzy? He got pretty tired out from our battle," Shane explains.


    "Of course, let me see him," she responds. After a quick evaluation, she determines that the Natu just needs some rest and fluids.


    Chansey brings Ozzy over to a cozy nest bed and a bowl of water for him, who happily chirps his thanks after taking a long drink.


    Shane sighs in relief. "Thank you Nurse Joy. I''ll be more careful about not overdoing it next time." He gently strokes Ozzy''s velvety feathers, grateful the injuries weren''t serious.


    Seeing the injuries weren¡¯t very severe, he takes a moment while Ozzy rests, to boot up a computer and read up on type advantages and the tell-tale signs of the typings of the most common pokemon. Most of the advantages make sense, but why are ghost moves ineffective against normal types? Is it because they don¡¯t believe in ghosts¡­?


    After a short rest, Ozzy is back to his normal energetic self, the two partners having learned an important lesson about battle limits that will make them stronger for the next fight.


    ¡°You scared me a bit there,¡± Shane says to Ozzy. ¡°Was it too much?¡±


    {Carefree}


    ¡°That¡¯s great to hear, I''m glad you enjoyed it anyway. Say, buddy, How about we practice that telekinesis of yours? Seems like it had very little effect on that Zigzagoon.¡±


    Natu chirps happily, jumping up and down.


    They head back to their room at the pokemon center, again doing some practicing with the playing cards.


    Ozzy proves to be able to lift a single card, but not for very long.


    ¡°Hmm, I thought you would be able to lift at least small rocks considering your own weight of¡­ somewhere around 2 kilograms? Does it feel simpler to levitate yourself?¡±


    Ozzy¡¯s eyes shine slightly as he is encased by a purple aura, starting to hover a hand width above the floor.


    ¡°Ah, I think I have the idea to increase your psychic stamina and control then. Keep hovering,¡± Shane says, as he takes out a very small pebble from his shoe. ¡°Now, while hovering yourself, focus on this one too, just keep it still in the air¡±.


    The pebble is encased in the same purple shine, wobbling for a bit, then hovering at the same height as Ozzy, though still wobbling for a bit.


    ¡°Great, now, black or red?¡± Shane asks, as he pulls a card from the deck.


    Ozzy chirps once.


    ¡°Black, correct.¡±


    They keep up that exercise for a few minutes, until Shane notices the small pebble has stabilized in the air.


    ¡°Take some rest now, you¡¯ll need it¡±.


    Ozzy lands on the floor, panting for a bit, but quickly recovers.


    ¡°Now, try out hovering a card again.¡±


    Ozzy focuses on one of the cards, which quickly hovers into the air. Just a few seconds pass before it stabilizes.


    ¡°Here, catch!¡± Shane quickly exclaims as he throws another card at Ozzy.


    The playing card stops mid air and is as well encased in purple. The first card wobbles for a bit, but in due time, they both hover perfectly well.


    With determination in his eyes, Ozzy trilled as Shane grabbed another handful of cards from the deck. The Natu''s purple gaze glowed brighter in anticipation. Shane gently tosses another card which stops midair and shakily rises to join the others. One by one, more cards get added to the cluster hovering several feet off the ground.


    Once they reach ten cards, the set starts wobbling dangerously. Ozzy chirps in concentration, trying to keep them aloft. A few fall weakly to the floor before the remaining seven stabilize again.


    "Wow, seven cards at once! That''s really impressive Ozzy," Shane praises. Ozzy twitters proudly in response.


    They continue the exercise, finding Ozzy''s limit to be around eight to ten average playing cards at once. If Shane throws them too quickly though, the Natu has trouble catching and lifting so many.


    After a short break of snacking on berries, they move on to stacking the levitated cards. Ozzy has to focus on balancing the floating cards as Shane carefully places one atop the others. Their highest stack reaches five cards high before toppling over, splaying across the floor.


    Seeing Ozzy start to tire, Shane decides to wrap up the levitation practice. "You''re getting so skilled at this! Soon you''ll be lifting boulders just like in those books." Ozzy''s eyes shine at the prospect as he settles on Shane''s shoulder.


    The two aspiring adventurers wrap the training up with lunch, and the rest of the day is spent with Shane doing more research, and Ozzy switching between resting and occasional looking over Shane¡¯s shoulder.

 Chapter 8

    Shafts of morning sunlight stream through the window, rousing Shane from sleep. The air is filled with the sound of frantic fluttering as Ozzy chaotically zooms around the room. The Natu chirps loudly, pecking at Shane''s blanket in an attempt to get him up.


    "Whoa Ozzy, what''s gotten into you this morning?" Shane mumbles, sitting up groggily.


    Ozzy just continues to flutter around chaotically. Shane can sense the pokemon''s agitation. {Urgency} pulses from their bond.


    Shane shakes the sleep from his head and focuses on Ozzy''s frantic behavior. "Is something wrong? Are you trying to tell me something?"


    Ozzy chirps affirmatively before swooping over to the window.


    He pecks at the glass insistently. Shane strides over, peering out at the Dewford streets bathed in morning light.


    "Do you want to go outside? Is there something out there?"


    Again Ozzy chirps and bounces up and down. He seems desperate to get Shane moving. Shane quickly gets dressed and gathers his things, trusting Ozzy has an important reason for the urgency.


    Once ready, Ozzy shoots out of their room down the hall ahead of Shane. The Natu clearly has a destination in mind. Shane hurries after the fluttering green bird, calling for him to slow down before he hurts himself.


    But Ozzy remains single-minded, leading Shane through Dewford''s cobbled streets towards the main boulevard. The pokemon weaves expertly through the crowds, never losing momentum. Shane follows helplessly, just trying not to lose sight of his partner.


    Before long, the sandy beach gives way to wooden docks stretching out over the shimmering sea. Ozzy skids to a halt by a boat house, perched expectantly on a piling.


    Shane catches up to the pokemon, panting. "The docks, Ozzy? What''s so special about this place?"


    Ozzy''s gaze bores intensely into the boats, his unblinking eyes laser-focused on the vessels bobbing in their slips. Shane scans the bobbing boats, taking in the forest of masts and maze of rigging.


    That''s when he spots a broad, bearded man heaving a heavy crate up a ramp onto the deck of a boat. Shane''s eyes go wide upon following Ozzy¡¯s gaze.


    "Robert?!" he exclaims in disbelief.


    Somehow, impossibly, his old mentor from Osmer is here. Robert beams broadly at the bewildering but beautiful sight of Shane. Shane stumbles back, steadying himself on a piling. He blinks rapidly, mouth agape, as if trying to wake himself from a dream.


    Robert sets the crate down and waves Shane over.


    "Well I''ll be damned, Shane! Finally you turned up!" Robert calls in his familiar deep timber.


    Shane''s legs carry him swiftly down the dock, his footsteps thudding against the weathered boards. His eyes shine bright with disbelief and elation.


    "But...how?" Shane stammers. "I thought...the wave..."


    Robert''s smile turns solemn. He grips Shane''s shoulder with one meaty hand.


    "It''s quite a tale, my boy. I''ll tell it soon, I promise. But first, thank God you''re alive and safe."


    Shane pulls Robert into a hug, tears pricking his eyes. Ozzy watches the reunion from his perch, eyes gleaming knowingly.


    Robert is alive, and Shane finally has someone familiar in this strange new world.


    Shane steps back from the hug, still stunned. He looks Robert up and down, almost not believing he is real. His heart swells like the tide, overflowing with gratitude at this reunion.


    "I can''t believe you''re actually here," Shane says. "After the wave, I thought...I thought I was the only one who made it."


    Robert nods solemnly. "I surely would have perished if not for Wartortle here." He gestures to the pokeball on his belt.


    "Wartortle?" Shane asks.


    "Aye, my pokemon partner," Robert explains. "I''ve had him since he was just a wee Squirtle, given to me by a sailor passing through. He evolved when saving my skin from sharks during a fishing trip."


    Robert runs a hand over his beard, his brow furrowed deeply. His voice rumbles low and grave as he begins recounting his tale.


    "When the giant wave bore down on us, I knew there was no escape otherwise. After I put you in that boat, I released Wartortle. We dove deep as the water demolished everything above."


    He shakes his head sadly. "We barely made it through the currents. But Wartortle, he fought with all his might. He''s the only reason I stand before you now."


    Wartortle materializes in a flash of light as Robert releases him. The blue turtle pokemon looks up at Robert with admiration and loyalty.


    Shane''s eyes widen, his lips parting in surprise. He runs a hand through his hair as he absorbs this revelation. All this time, Robert has had a pokemon he kept secret from the others. Wartortle has been his salvation.


    Ozzy flutters down to greet Wartortle enthusiastically. Ozzy twitterers cheerfully at Wartortle, who responds with a series of clicks and gestures of his own. The two pokemon appear deep in animated conversation.


    "Incredible," Shane murmurs. "I never knew you were a trainer, Robert."


    Robert gives a small smile. "I tried to respect the old biases people held. But after what happened, none of that matters now."


    He places a hand on Shane''s shoulder. "What matters is the future. And why we survived."


    Shane listens intently as Robert begins revealing everything he has uncovered about the wave.


    Robert nods. "Aye, Wartortle kept me alive out there after the wave. I clung to pieces of debris, following in the direction you had drifted."


    He gestures to the pokeball on his belt. "He would dive down and snatch fish to a start, and later on, Magikarp. We survived on the food he caught. And though drinking that water he produces leaves me thirsty quickly, it keeps me hydrated."


    Robert''s expression turns grim. "It was a merciless few days. But we made it here to Dewford, guided by Wartortle''s keen senses."


    "When we arrived on shore, I saw the boat being stranded there. But you were already gone."


    Shane lowers his head guiltily. "I''m sorry, if I had waited-"


    "No lad," Robert interrupts kindly. "I''m glad you went to find help. And fortune led you safely here too."


    Robert glances around before continuing. "After I landed work at the shipyard, I started hearing whispers. Rumors of something called Kyogre out at sea, creating giant waves."


    "The sailors, they say it caused smaller tsunamis that hit parts of the world. But based on seismic readings, no normal earthquake triggered the massive wave that struck Osmer."


    Robert''s eyes are grave. "I believe our home''s fate, and our survival, is tied to that legendary beast of the ocean for reasons unknown."


    Shane''s mind is reeling. Robert''s tale has given them the first solid lead about the cause of the devastation, his tale lifts the veil on the wave''s mysteries.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    This Kyogre...could it hold the key to why they live while their home perished?


    Ozzy peers up at Shane, determination in the pokemon¡¯s gaze. He can sense the revelations are leading them towards their intertwined destiny.


    Shane''s mind races as he tries to process everything Robert has told him. The fact that the legendary beast Kyogre is somehow behind the devastating wave that destroyed their home island of Osmer is a lot to take in.


    "But why?" Shane murmurs aloud. "Why would a Pok¨¦mon as powerful as Kyogre target our home? Osmer was just a small, remote island group. We never have anything to do with legends or interfering with Pok¨¦mon."


    Robert strokes his beard thoughtfully. "Aye, that is the question, isn''t it lad? The motives of legendary Pok¨¦mon are beyond typical reasoning. But there may be clues we haven''t unearthed yet."


    The two sit down on some crates at the dock, while Ozzy and Wartortle play in the water nearby.


    "Tell me, does anything unusual occur on Osmer in the time before the wave hit?" Robert asks. "Any newcomers stirring up trouble? Signs or omens that seem peculiar?"


    Shane wracks his brain, trying to remember if there have been any red flags. "I do hear some murmurs before I leave...something about a rebellion brewing. My mother is tangled up in island politics so I try to avoid it all."


    "Hmm, interesting," Robert murmurs. "Power struggles amongst humans could potentially disturb the balance of nature enough to provoke Kyogre''s ire..."


    "You really think political squabbles could make a legendary that angry?" Shane asks skeptically.


    "Hard to say for sure lad, but the actions of men have probably disrupted the harmony between human and pokemon before." Robert leans back pensively.


    ¡°Anyhow,¡± Robert¡¯s thundering voice says, ¡°you seem more energetic now. I was worried back on the island, you know. You seemed more and more withdrawn lately. From the little I''ve seen of you now, you seem much more full of life¡±.


    Shane rubs the back of his neck, looking down sheepishly. "Yeah, you notice that huh? I guess I was in a pretty dark place before coming here."


    He skips a pebble across the water, contemplating his words. "Life on the island could be suffocating. After my friends rejected me as a kid, I kinda just kept to myself. Felt like I didn¡¯t belong."


    Shane looks up at Robert sincerely. "But you were always there for me. Gave me purpose at the shipyard. If it wasn''t for you, I don''t know if I would''ve made it through those years."


    Robert smiles warmly and pats Shane on the back. "You''re a good lad. I know you have potential, just need the right opportunity. Seems this crazy world of Pok¨¦mon is giving you that spark."


    Shane nods, glancing at Ozzy playing in the surf. "Being with Pok¨¦mon, bonding with Ozzy... it''s giving me a connection I didn¡¯t have back home. A chance to get out of my shell and be someone new."


    He meets Robert''s gaze. "So thank you, for looking out for me and giving me direction when I needed it. I''ll make sure to live up to the potential you see in me, here in this new chapter of life."


    Robert grins and pulls Shane into a hearty half-hug. "You already are, my boy. You already are." He steps back and grips Shane''s shoulder. "You''re ready to stand on your own now, lad."


    Shane smiles, though he feels a pang of sadness. He knows it''s time for the next step in his journey alone.


    After a heartfelt goodbye, Shane turns towards town, Robert watching proudly behind him. Shane takes a deep breath, fully aware this is the start of his independence in this new world.


    With Ozzy at his side, he heads to the Pok¨¦mon Center, reflecting on his motivations. He needs to stop relying on Robert''s guidance and make his own way now. He figures the Center''s bulletin boards are a prime spot for posts seeking help from capable trainers.


    His prospects plotted out, Shane sets off into the island interior, Ozzy''s wings whisking him onward.


    Upon entering the Pokemon Center, Shane makes a beeline for the boards near the front desk. There are numerous flyers tacked up advertising items for sale, rooms for rent, and events happening around town. But nestled among them, he spots a few job postings.


    Scanning through, some catch his eye:


    Help Needed Patrolling Routes - Trainer with sturdy team sought for guard duty.


    Farm Hand Needed - Trainer with strength to assist with chores. Pokemon welcome.


    Fishing Boat Crew Wanted - Seeking trainers to work on fishing vessels. Sea experience a plus.


    Courier/Delivery Person - Need trainers to safely transport goods between cities.


    Camp Cook Wanted - Chef with trail cooking skills needed for hiker camp.


    Nursery Help Needed - Caring trainers sought to nurture young pokemon.


    Mining Operation Assistant - Trainers needed underground at ore excavation sites.


    The options all seem good for gaining experience and funds. Shane jots down the contact info, eager to get started. This will let him pull his own weight instead of relying on handouts and Robert''s help.


    As he turns to leave the board, Nurse Joy calls out to him. "Find any good prospects?" She must notice the determined look on his face. Shane smiles and gives her a thumbs up, and heads for the phones.


    After a brief phone call, followed by a meeting at the town hall, they head out into the surrounding trails.


    The noon island air is thick with moisture as Shane treks along the rocky Dewford coastline, his loyal Natu perched attentively on his shoulder. The pair has been hired by the town''s venerable elder to patrol its outskirts after reports of a suspicious drifter possibly casing the area.


    Though Shane and Ozzy lack battle experience, the elder has assurance in their unique bond. Ozzy''s psychic intuition will pick up on any ill intent, while Shane''s openness to the pokemon''s impressions can decode the signals.


    And so they vigilantly guard Dewford''s borders.


    As midday approaches, hunger grumbles in Shane''s stomach.


    He settles beneath a palm tree and breaks out the simple lunch he has packed - dried fruit, salted jerky, and a skin of fresh water. As he eats, a trio of sunburnt fishermen trek up the beach, nets slung over their shoulders laden with flopping pokemon.


    Shane waves in greeting and they amble over, grateful for the shade.


    The fishermen gratefully accept some of Shane''s provisions and converse about the day''s catch and weather conditions. Shane casually turns the topic to any odd happenings around the island lately.


    One fisherman remarks he has seen an unfamiliar man wandering near the tidepools early one morning, but the stranger disappears before he can approach. Shane makes note of the details as Ozzy peers intently at the man, picking up faint traces of deceit still lingering in his aura.


    After bidding the fishermen farewell, Shane continues his patrol down the beach. The repetitive shush of waves is occasionally punctuated by Ozzy''s subtle trills as he psychically investigates each person they pass - a lone swimmer, a pair of teenagers combing the sand for shells, an old woman foraging for wild berries.


    Their energies all seem aligned with the island''s harmony, bringing Ozzy no cause for deeper concern.


    As the afternoon sun dips towards the horizon, Ozzy''s senses prickle - there is a disruption in the island''s aura nearby. With an urgent trill, he guides Shane up a brambled path to a secluded cove tucked behind Dewford''s northern bluffs.


    Moving stealthily through the bushes, they spot a furtive figure on the shoreline maneuvering a dinghy into the water. He constantly glances around, as if afraid of being caught.


    Shane signals Ozzy to hang back in case the situation turns dangerous. He emerges from the bushes and calls out sharply, "Hey, this is private property! What do you think you''re doing?"


    The man whips around, eyes wide for a moment before narrowing. "Just taking what I need," he replies coolly. "Nothing wrong with that."


    Sensing the underlying desperation and moral conflict in the man''s energy, Shane tries to connect with him. "Look, I get it. You''re in a tight spot and need help. But stealing isn''t the answer..."


    After some tense negotiation, the drifter finally acquiesces and surrenders the boat. Shane escorts the man down to the village, where the elder arranges for him to make amends through community service. Grateful crisis has been averted, the locals congratulate Shane on a job well done.


    With his patrol duties complete, Shane collects his payment from the elder. Though it isn''t much money, the experience has been invaluable.


    The success has proven he and Ozzy can handle greater challenges to come.


    The days fall into a meditative rhythm for Shane and Ozzy as they take on modest jobs across Dewford.


    The Pokemon Center offers free lodging in one of their spare rooms, allowing the pair a humble but comfortable abode between tasks.


    Mornings often find them down at the docks, Shane''s familiarity with rigging from his shipyard days proving useful for loading and unloading vessels. Ozzy''s psychic senses guide them to any frayed ropes needing repair. The sea air fills their lungs and braces their spirits for the day ahead.


    Afternoons bring berry harvesting in the island''s fertile orchards and groves.


    Shane forages through prickly brambles while Ozzy''s keen eye spots ripe fruits high up in the trees. Their baskets overflow with sweet, tart and spicy varieties to share with others.


    At dusk, they assist an aging fisherman by spotting schools of fish for him to net, Ozzy''s perception sharpened from hours of mental exercises with Shane.


    They sup on the day''s bountiful catch together as the sun dips below the horizon.


    In between jobs, Shane and Ozzy remain diligent in training their skills for future trials.


    Along the shoreline, they practice calling upon Ozzy''s growing psychic and flying abilities in mock battles. Meditation and visualizations deepen their empathetic bond and mental acuity.


    Come nightfall, Shane gazes out their window at the moon-kissed sea, reflecting on each day''s lessons.


    This humble island existence is but preparation for the greater calling ahead.


    When the tides of fate sweep them away from Dewford, they will depart with spirits fortified and connection tightly woven.

 Chapter 9

    The morning sun peeks above the distant horizon, casting its golden glow across the docks of Dewford Town. Shane strides down the weathered pier, the morning chill kissing his face. Ozzy flutters alongside him, invigorated by the salty sea air.


    They arrive at the slip where a weathered fishing trawler is moored. Shane greets the captain, a sturdy, bearded man named Hank, who he had worked with previously.


    "Mornin'' Shane, thanks for joining my crew today," Hank says, shaking Shane''s hand firmly. "Should be some good fishing offshore."


    Ozzy lands on Shane''s shoulder, peering at Hank inquisitively. The captain chuckles. "And good to see you too. Your sharp eyes will help us spot the big schools!"


    Soon they are motoring out of the harbor, a brisk wind filling their sails. Shane and Ozzy help the crew prepare nets and lines. Once offshore, the hunt for fish begins.


    The sun glitters across the gentle swells as the trawler motors out of Dewford''s harbor. Shane takes a deep breath of the salty air, enjoying the calming rocking of the boat. It is a perfect day for fishing.


    Ozzy perches on the cabin roof, scanning the shimmering sea for signs of their catch. Shane and the small crew cast lines and lower nets, the monotonous work lulling them into a focused rhythm.


    By midday, the holds are brimming with flopping Magikarp and Wailmer. The crew releases smaller pokemon and those with young, keeping only enough catch to fill the market¡¯s demands.


    As the boat turns back towards Dewford, dark clouds creep across the sky. Shane glances up uneasily as the wind begins to pick up. Choppy waves toss spray across the deck as the first fat raindrops fall.


    The captain barks orders to pull in nets and battens down the hatches. Shane and Ozzy help the crew frantically secure anything loose on deck. As the storm strengthens, the boat heaves and dips wildly.


    Crashing waves drench the deck as the crew struggles to keep their footing. Lightning splits the sky, momentarily illuminating the sloshing chaos. The previously calm sea has transformed into a raging beast.


    Shane ties down the last corner of a tarp just as a massive swell slams the boat. The force knocks his feet out from under him, sending him careening across the slick planks. He slams into the side of the cabin with a pained grunt.


    Dazed, he lifts his head to see another colossal wave looming above them. The wall of water rushes forward, swallowing half the deck in an instant. Shane sees a crewmate desperately clinging to the rail, on the verge of being swept overboard.


    In a split second, Ozzy materializes beside the man in a burst of light. The little bird''s eyes glow intensely as he focuses his psychic powers. Gripping the sailor''s shoulder firmly with his beak, Ozzy teleports them both to the relative safety of the cabin roof.


    As quickly as it came, the fury of the storm moves on, like had it been the fury of the sea wanting to test this specific crew.


    Shane sags back against the cabin, exhausted but grateful. Ozzy flutters down to him, cheeping proudly about his new skill. Shane smiles and strokes the pokemon''s damp head. "You saved him, buddy. I''m so proud of you!". Ozzy calmly twitters, showing slight signs of exhaustion though his becoming pride.


    They ride the last swells back to port, eager for the warmth of the Pokemon Center. As the boat docks in Dewford, Shane sinks down onto a crate, weary to his bones. His drenched clothes cling uncomfortably, his muscles ache from wrestling with the storm.


    Ozzy flutters onto his lap, equally exhausted. Shane strokes the pokemon''s dripping feathers. "We make a great team out there, but what do you say we stick to land for a while?"


    Ozzy chirps in fervent agreement. They have endured enough thrashing at sea for the time being.


    Hank decides to pay Shane a handsome reward for saving his crewmate, on top of his ordinary salary.


    After farewelling the crew, Shane and Ozzy head straight to the Pokemon Center to dry off. They welcome the cozy warmth that greets them through the sliding doors.


    As Shane and Ozzy enter the cozy Pokemon Center, grateful to be out of the storm, a news flash on the lobby TV seizes their attention.


    The anchor announces that Devon Corporation headquarters in Rustboro City had been breached last night. Some rare prototype goods were stolen by parties unknown.


    Authorities suspect remnants of the infamous Team Aqua may be responsible, as they had targeted Devon''s research in the past. However, Aqua had disbanded last year after their previous leader Archie disappeared without a trace, following the catastrophe including the awakening of Groudon and Kyogre.


    Shane watches the report with growing unease. Why would the defunct Team Aqua risk resurfacing now to rob Devon Corp? Were they seeking weapons to harness Kyogre''s fearsome power again?


    Shane shakes his head as he ponders the news report on the lobby TV. "Investigating a robbery in Rustboro seems beyond us right now," he mutters. He glances down at Ozzy. "Why don''t we focus on developing your skills for the time being? Let''s check if you''ve learned any new moves."


    Ozzy trills approvingly at the idea. Shane places the Pok¨¦ball containing his partner onto the table. In a flash of red light, Ozzy is drawn back inside the capture device. Though Shane has witnessed this many times now, the technology still astounds him.


    He inserts Ozzy''s Pok¨¦ball into the computer''s analyzer slot. The machine whirs to life, scanning and compiling data on the Natu within. After a few moments, Ozzy materializes from the ball in a burst of white light, appearing on the table and ruffling his feathers.


    "Look at this, you can use Confuse Ray now!" Shane says, pointing at the screen. "That could really help in battles by disorienting opponents. What do you think?"


    Ozzy examines the information intently, then bobs his head in agreement, chirping happily about his new technique.


    "Have you started reading on your own at all?" Shane inquires. The small green bird slowly shakes his head back and forth - the full extent of his literacy remains unclear.


    "Well, why don''t we test out Confuse Ray first, then we can work on reading skills after," Shane suggests enthusiastically. "I saw some good training spots on the outskirts of town we can use."


    Eager to try out Confuse Ray, the duo waste no time in heading out to the forested areas around Dewford''s borders. The shaded trails provide ample opportunities to encounter wild Pok¨¦mon to practice on.


    Soon enough, they stumble upon a lone Taillow pecking at the ground. "Alright Ozzy, let''s see Confuse Ray in action on that Taillow!" Shane says. Ozzy''s eyes begin to faintly glow as he launches oscillating rays towards the unaware Taillow.


    The rays make contact and the Taillow starts stumbling around in clear confusion, bumping into trees and rocks.


    Shane cheers Ozzy on, congratulating him on successfully deploying his new move. But he also feels a bit guilty seeing the wild Pok¨¦mon so visibly disoriented.


    They resolve to only use the minimum needed for practice.


    Further down the trail, a Nincada burrows out from underground.


    This time, Ozzy exercises more precision with his Confuse Ray, just enough to bewilder the Nincada slightly without fully incapacitating it. Shane again praises his partner''s growing mastery over the move.


    After an hour or so of practice, Ozzy seems exhausted. Shane affectionately pats the Natu''s feathered head. "I think that''s enough training for now. Let''s rest up back at the Center." Ozzy chirps his agreement, perching wearily on Shane''s shoulder.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    Back in their room, Shane grabs a beginner book on psychic pokemon and pages through it with Ozzy. Though slow going at first, Ozzy shows progress in his confidence with the texts. With patient guidance from Shane, the Natu''s early literacy skills begin blossoming.


    Shane smiles proudly at his partner. "We''ll get your reading fluency up to speed in no time if we keep this up." He playfully ruffles Ozzy''s velvety green feathers.


    Shane glances over at Ozzy, who is intently focused on the page in front of him. The Natu''s brow is furrowed in concentration as he tries to mentally transmit the words he''s reading.


    Shane feels Ozzy''s psychic tendrils gently probing his mind, conveying indistinct impressions of letters and sounds.


    He can perceive the emotions behind Ozzy''s telepathic messages - curiosity, frustration, joy - but the precise words escape him.


    Ozzy pauses on a tricky sentence, radiating intense focus. Shane scoots closer, laying a hand on Ozzy''s back. He clears his mind and feels Ozzy''s psychic wavelengths ripple through him.


    The meaning comes through - not quite discernible words, but Shane now grasps the gist of the elusive sentence.


    Ozzy chirps happily that the concept clicked. He nuzzles Shane''s hand gratefully before returning to the book, mind buzzing with effort. Shane makes a mental note to keep practicing their psychic link - it''s still fuzzy at times.


    They continue reading together in comfortable silence, only periodically broken by Shane''s guidance or Ozzy''s triumphant psychic trills when he comprehends something new. The radiant sunset peeking through the blinds marks the passage of time.


    Eventually, yawns escape both trainer and pokemon. Reluctantly, Shane bookmarks their page. "Let''s pick this up again tomorrow, bright and early," he says. Ozzy cheeps his agreement.


    As Shane gets ready for bed, Ozzy takes his familiar perch on the headboard to roost for the night, gently preening Shane''s hair before settling in. Shane smiles, immersed in contentment from the day''s efforts and easy affections.


    Though Shane switches off the lamp, light still seems to glow from the intangible bond between them - a beacon of hope for the winding journey ahead.


    The next morning, Shane is awakened by the first gentle rays of sunshine filtering through the blinds. He glances over at the window perch where Ozzy is already wide awake, eagerly greeting the new day.


    After getting ready, the pair head to the Pokemon Center service point for breakfast. Shane savors the hot oatmeal and berries while Ozzy pecks away happily at his Pokemon food shane bought earlier. Their schedule is open today, and Shane''s thoughts drift to Robert down at the docks.


    "Want to head down to the harbor after this? We can see if Robert has some time for a battle with Wartortle," Shane suggests. Ozzy cheers enthusiastically around a beakful of food at the prospect.


    Bellies full, they make their way through Dewford''s cobbled streets towards the oceanfront. The seaside breeze ruffles Shane''s hair and Ozzy''s feathers as the docks come into view. Shane inhales deeply, invigorated by the briny scent of the harbor.


    Scanning the piers, Shane soon spots Robert''s burly frame hefting a heavy toolbox towards a moored ship. Ozzy flutters ahead eagerly to greet Wartortle where the turtle Pokemon is assisting.


    Robert looks up from his work and flashes a broad grin when he sees Shane approaching.


    "Ahoy there! Here to lend a hand?" he calls out jovially. After exchanging morning pleasantries, Shane brings up his idea for a battle between Ozzy and Wartortle.


    "Aye, that sounds like a fine idea! Ol'' Wartortle could use the exercise," Robert agrees with a hearty laugh. "Meet me out back on my lunch break at noon. We''ll have ourselves a good skirmish!" Shane thanks him enthusiastically and heads off to pass the time with some light mental exercises with Ozzy until their scheduled match.


    At five minutes to noon, Shane and Ozzy hurry back to Robert''s workplace, eager for their first battle together against the sturdy Wartortle. Robert is already waiting in the back lot, a makeshift battlefield chalked out and ready on the pavement.


    "You two look raring and ready! Now, don''t go expecting to best us this time. We need a good challenge to stay sharp!" Robert declares as Wartortle steps forward, already poised for combat.


    Shane can feel Ozzy''s burning excitement through their bond. "Just focus on doing your best and having fun," he reminds his partner. Ozzy trills in acknowledgement, eyes gleaming with anticipation.


    Shane braces himself as Robert makes the first move. "Wartortle, start with a Water Pulse!" Robert commands. Wartortle whips his tail, sending a pulsating ring of water hurtling towards Ozzy.


    "Dodge and counter with Peck!" Shane calls out. Ozzy narrowly Teleports away from the blast and reappears behind Wartortle, jabbing him with his glowing beak before the turtle can react.


    Wartortle withdraws into his shell after the hit. "Now, Withdraw and follow up with Rapid Spin!" Robert orders. Wartortle emerges and starts spinning rapidly towards Ozzy.


    "Confusion, let''s go!" Shane counters. Ozzy''s eyes glow blue as he assaults Wartortle with psychic energy, slowing the Rapid Spin. But the attack still strikes, knocking Ozzy back.


    "Tackle, keep it up!" Robert yells. Wartortle charges forward, slamming his body into Ozzy again before the Natu can recover.


    "Hang in there and use Teleport!" Shane calls out. Ozzy vanishes and reappears across the makeshift battlefield, chirping defiantly despite his bruises.


    "Bite, get him while he''s weakened!" Robert commands. Wartortle lunges with jaws open wide.


    "Teleport, now!" Shane warns. Ozzy narrowly avoids the Bite by warping away again, leaving Wartortle snapping at empty air.


    The battle rages on, both sides trading blows and evasions. Ozzy''s Teleport and Confusion provide an edge, but Wartortle''s stamina keeps him in the fight.


    Robert orders a Rain Dance, and soon heavy drops begin to fall, empowering Wartortle''s attacks. "Aqua Tail!" he shouts over the downpour.


    Wartortle swings a brutal tail like a raging wave towards Ozzy. "Dodge it quick!" Shane cries out desperately. But the Aqua Tail clips him, sending the weary Natu tumbling beak over talons.


    Robert congratulates Wartortle on the hard-fought victory as the rain peters out. Shane rushes to check on Ozzy, who is battered but conscious, chirping his disappointment.


    After refreshing Ozzy with a Potion to restore some strength, Shane approaches Robert. "Thank you for an excellent match, Robert. It''s hard to believe you and Wartortle can battle so skillfully when we''ve only been around pokemon for about 10 days now."


    Robert nods understandingly. "Aye, we may be new to living among pokemon, but we''re quick studies! Most of our experience comes from practice matches here at the docks over the past week and change."


    He gestures out towards the harbor where several ships are moored. "Turns out you can learn a lot about battling just from sparring during breaks. The crews here helped teach us the ropes and strategies."


    Robert smiles down at Wartortle. "We''ve tried to absorb as much wisdom as we could every day from those more experienced than us. I know we still have far to go on this journey."


    He turns back to Shane with an encouraging glint in his eye. "But you and Ozzy are naturals at this! Trust me lad, with diligent training you''ll be defeating us old salts before long."


    After their intense battle, Shane and Robert settle onto some cargo crates to rest their weary legs. As Ozzy and Wartortle lounge in a sunny patch nearby, regenerating their energy, Shane decides to open up to Robert about the vivid dream that has been plaguing him.


    "So, I had this really intense vision the other night..." Shane begins slowly.


    He goes on to describe in detail the three destructive golems from the dream¡ªthe cryptic rock, ice, and steel figures that seemed bent on decimating the unfamiliar region.


    Shane recounts how real it felt, as if he were witnessing imminent events rather than just dreaming. He explains Ozzy''s apparent understanding upon waking, mimicking parts of the dream.


    "I can''t seem to shake this nagging feeling that it was some kind of omen, rather than just a normal dream," Shane admits. "The way Ozzy reacted...it''s like he knew what I had seen and was trying to warn me."


    Robert listens thoughtfully, his bushy eyebrows drawn together and chin resting in his hand as Shane unburdens himself. When Shane finishes recounting the intensely vivid vision, Robert lets out a contemplative sigh and strokes his beard.


    "Hmm, can''t say I''ve ever heard tell of ancient golems like the ones you describe, lad," he rumbles. "But dreams can be powerful, mysterious things."


    Robert''s eyes take on a introspective glint. "My pap used to say that dreams are the mind''s way of sorting through worries and thoughts that get pushed aside during the busyness of day. They let the subconscious speak."


    "While sometimes dreams may show us truth or give warning, more often they reflect our innermost hopes and fears - things dwelling deep within."


    Robert places a sturdy, reassuring hand on Shane''s shoulder. "You been through a great tragedy, Shane. It''s only natural for those feelings and fears to bubble up from the depths when your mind is at rest. This vision may be less an omen, and more your mind grappling with grief and worry."


    Shane feels his shoulders relax slightly as Robert''s words resonate within him. His friend''s comforting perspective helps put the ominous dream into better context.


    "I know it can''t have been easy, having your whole world ripped away so suddenly," Robert continues, his gravelly voice gentle. "Anyone would be shaken to their core by that. But remember you''re not alone in this, lad. Don''t let the sorrow drag you into dark places. Stay anchored here in the present, focused on the path ahead."


    Robert gives Shane''s shoulder one more bolstering squeeze. Though still somewhat unsettled by the dream, Shane does feel heartened by his friend''s wisdom and reassurance. While he can''t completely dismiss the vision yet as he knows it showed him real pokemon that he did not know of before, it no longer feels so oppressively bleak.