POKéMON Legends

This story is intended to be read with Game Mode on. Assuming I've done all the formatting right, the story will change depending on how you play. Reading the story with Game Mode off will alter the intended flow of the story, and probably come off as confusing and unfocused.

This story is still in the early stages (not aided by the fact that I hit the "Publish Story" button too early by mistake). I've more than likely missed some details at various points. If you believe you've spotted a mistake, then I'll work on correcting it and add you to the credits page for any assistance rendered. Thank you and enjoy!

All around you was an endless canvas of empty white space as far as the eye could see. Moving your hand in front of your face brings about the only shreds of color upon an otherwise empty, colorless world.

Your feet somehow find purchase on solid ground, even though the ground itself is just as blank and empty as the rest of the world around you. After a few carefully measured steps, you come to the conclusion that the "ground" beneath you is not likely to give out on you and you begin moving forward. You feel no special significance for the direction you took, but for now it is better than standing still in the empty wastelands you presently occupy.

Perhaps the journey has taken only a few minutes, perhaps a few hours. It might have even taken days, but regardless of how long you spent walking, you don't feel the strain of walking on your body. You don't really feel numb, but its like all sensations are muted enough that you know what your SHOULD feel, but can't really feel it enough to affect you.

Discouraged at your lack of progress in discovering anything new, you make a sudden stop as you begin looking around to pick another direction to travel. Nothing appears any different than what you've already seen. But before you can begin moving forward again, a shape begins to fade into existence in front of you.

As the details become clearer, you see an older gentleman with short, dull blonde hair and thick dark eyebrows wearing a white lab coat over a red button up shirt with brown khakis and dark brown leather shoes. The man before you has a serious look in his eyes, but also has an encouraging smile. You can't help but think that your know who he is. His name isn't coming to mind, but you know for sure that you've met him (or at least seen him) before. Before you can ponder the man's identity further, he opens his mouth and begins speaking.

"Hello there! Welcome to the world of POKéMON!

"My name is OAK. People call me the POKéMON PROFESSOR."

The man pulls out a small half-red, half-white sphere from one of the inside pockets of his coat and presses a white button on it. The ball changes from the size of a golf ball to slightly bigger than an apple.

He tosses the ball into the space between you two. As it flies through the air, the ball splits open and a bolt of light shoots out from it into the ground. The ball is apparently frozen in place until a shape forms on the ground from the light escaping the sphere. When no more light pours forth, the ball closes and flies back to the PROFESSOR's hand. Meanwhile, the light on the ground has faded.

The new arrival is a decently sized, four legged purple creature with a horn on its head and a number of sharp teeth in its mouth. Despite the ferocious, almost feral look of the creature, it remains calm and stationary. Convinced that the purple creature won't do anything to you, for now at least, you resume focusing your attention on the PROFESSOR.

"This world is inhabited by creatures called POKéMON!

"For some people, POKéMON are pets. Others use them for fights. As for myself…

"I study POKéMON as a profession."

Motioning the ball towards the creature standing in front of him, a beam of red light shoots from the button between the red and white halves of the sphere and envelops the living being in red light before the entire thing is seemingly drawn back into the ball. With the matter settled, OAK presses the button and the ball shrinks into the pocket sized version he previously kept tucked into his coat. After returning the ball into its previous spot in his coat, the man once again focuses his attention onto you.

"But first, tell me a little about yourself."