I lay here and force these words into the stone of Dragonspiral tower for those men who live in the future. I hope to Arceus that these words are not forgotten. I am a traitor, and I am vile, and so I hope and pray that you avoid my mistakes.
He who is King mustn't forget those below him. They are humans, and Arceus loves them dearly. The Lord Arceus and his two sons, Reshiram and Zekrom shall grown angry if you forget them and brush them aside. I, as a fallen King, should know this. Our Lord Arceus is a patient and forgiving deity, but he is not without his limits. It is to be remembered that if the Lord Arceus is displeased, then he shall send his two sons upon mankind. Their power is unfathomable. They are Gods in their own right.
I have stopped them and locked them away for now. They may only be released once more using the Arceus' Artifacts, which I have hidden. Now, as my strength fades, I leave you with one last bit of advice.
Do not forget the lessons learned by those before you, or else I fear the world shall fall into ruin once again.
Alexander waited impatiently in the waiting room of his family's Inn for his friends to arrive. The smell of cinnamon wafted over to him. His mother was baking cinnamon buns for the merchant who was staying at the inn. Alexander had learned years ago that he could never have such delicacies. Such things were reserved for people who had money to spare, not people who barely made their way though life.
The brown-haired boy shook his head. Things would be different soon, he assured himself. He stood up; deciding to wait outside for his friends instead of remaining inside and having to suffer through the delicious scent of something he knew he couldn't have. On his way out the door, he snatched his faded blue coat off the hanger. Alexander had always been fond of the colour blue, but it was hard to come by without paying a large sum. Alexander's jacket had been given to him by his grandfather.
He leaned against the outside of the inn, staring out at the tiny town he knew so well from living his nineteen years in it. Everyone was friendly and familiar with each other. The inn was by far the largest building in the tiny town, also serving as the town's main source of income. Nuvema was only a day's walk away from the bustling Accumula town, and as such many travelers and merchants stopped for the night in Nuvema. The inn had even once accommodated a prince. In comparison, the second largest building in the town; the Church, was tiny.
There was very little else that caused the town to stand out. Compared to vast cities like Castelia, Nuvema town was rather bland. Alexander was glad he didn't live in Castelia, though. Despite all the positive things he had heard, he had been taught to avoid cities like that. There was no place for someone of his ranking there. Only Noblemen had real homes; everyone else lived in alleyways or were crammed into buildings with five other too-big families.
The sound of approaching footsteps tore Alexander's attention away from his own grim thoughts. He waved as one of his two friends, Bianca, approached. She was very thin and tall, standing a couple of inches taller than even Alexander, who wasn't short by any stretch of the imagination. Her blonde hair was cut short, curling around her ears. She wore her usual clothing; an orange shirt and black trousers. At one time, her father had scolded her for dressing so much like a boy, but Bianca always brushed off the comments and so he eventual gave up on trying to convince her to act more feminine. Her emerald eyes gleamed with excitement, "It's time! Alexander, how in the world do you stay so calm? We've all been working towards this day for years!"
Alexander grinned at her enthusiasm, "Oh, trust me. I'm excited. I spent all morning talking my father's ear off about it. I think he was just about ready to-" he cut off as he realized Bianca was no longer listening.
The blonde was looking towards their friend Charon's house, "Why is he so late? He's always on time."
"He's not late, you're early."
Before Bianca could reply, the form they were expecting exited his house, walking towards them at a brisk pace. It was impossible to tell seeing how confident he was now, but Charon has once been a very sickly child. Alexander had long since convinced himself that was why the man had ended up so short, although Charon told him constantly that it was genetics. Alexander much preferred his own explanation.
Alexander frowned as he saw what his friend was wearing, "Are you wearing that ratty old suit again?"
Charon arrived to stand next to his friends. He glanced down at his suit. It was far too large for him, for one, and old as dust. It had been handed down for several generations. How Charon had grown so attached to it was impossible for Alexander to comprehend. In addition to the old suit, Charon also sported a half-beard. He insisted that it was considered attractive among high nobility, but Alexander didn't buy it.
"Has the professor arrived yet?" Charon inquired.
Alexander nodded, "He arrived last night, actually. He stayed at the inn."
Bianca smiled, "Then what are we standing out here for?" she asked, pushing open the inn door.
Sure enough, the professor stood in the lobby. He was conversing with Alexander's mother, seemingly bored. He cut their conversation short as he spotted the three friends. He strode over to them, holding a bag in his right hand, "I assume you all have sufficient payment?" he asked, holding out his left hand expectantly.
The three of them nodded and pulled bags from their pockets. They jingled lightly, filled with the money they had earned from many hours of hard work. The professor examined each carefully and then nodded, satisfied. He reached into his bag and pulled three cards, handing them to the teenagers. They were official identification for training pokemon. Each had a spot to sign their names as well as put their age. One top of that, they had their ranking printed neatly on them.
Next, the professor pulled out three pure white spheres. Alexander recognized them as monster orbs; an invention that had come about only a decade ago. They were used to contain pokemon. Before their invention, pokemon had simply walked around with their trainers, which had often caused problems. Alexander felt oddly uncomfortable around the orbs. They seemed foreign and unnatural to him.
"Now, I am required to tell you all the laws, although I am sure you are familiar with them. As you are low-ranking, you are only permitted to catch one pokemon on each route or place you visit. If you are caught with any more than that, your pokemon will be removed in an instant. Secondly, respect those who are higher ranked than you. If you insult a high nobleman, be prepared to deal with the consequences." He paused, glancing at Bianca and frowning, "Finally, as you should know, young lady, women may fight the eight Warriors of Arceus, but the Elite warriors are completely off limits to you."
Bianca frowned and turned way, nodding. The professor smiled, placing the three orbs on the table in the center of the room, "Chose one each and do try to be civil," he said, exiting the lobby and heading up the stairs to his room.
The three friends stared at each other, unsure what to do. Finally, Charon approached the table, tapping the center of each orb. In a flash of unnatural red light that made Alexander jump, three figures appeared. The first was a green serpent-like creature with a smug expression and large brown eyes; a snivy. It had a very distinguished look to it. The second was a very nervous-looking orange-and-black pig pokemon with a twisted tail immediately recognizable as a tepig. It shook at it looked at its three possible trainers. The third was an otter with a white head and light blue body. In one of its tiny hands it wielded a shell sharpened to serve as a sword; an Oshawott.
The three friends had decided which pokemon they wanted when they were ten years old, and so they barely hesitated in picking up their companion. Charon's snivy immediately warmed up to him, prodding at his suit and making happy noises. Bianca's tepig clung to her, shaking and refusing to let go. Alexander's oshawott smiled and stuck out its paw. Alexander chuckled and shook it, "Osha!" the otter-pokemon exclaimed, nodding. Alexander looked at his friends. They shared the same excited expression. After years of waiting, the three of them were about to finally set out on the adventure they had so long awaited.