I'm a quiet pokemon. I don't ask for much, but my trainer Miriam loves me too much not to give me things. I look into her past, she's gone through so much. Her father killed her mother and left her in the streets. If not for a nice lady, she wouldn't be here. She doesn't know this lady isn't really her mom. I would tell her.... but I love her too much to tell her.... all I can do is watch helplessly as we travel.

I can see her future. Her death is what I fear. I see a herd of tauros. She will not die though. She will be rebirthed as an mudkip. A powerful pokemon she shall be, saving the world. I will return to my old home, I will remember her always. She will be exiled with her rescue team partner, a young treeko named wind. Wind will develope feelings, feelings that might never bubble to the surface. The poor lad. Miriam will save the world, and almost go back to being human, but she will come back. I will watch over her, but I will love her to much to tell her about her human past,for she will remember none of it....

Her death for good, she will be a swampert, battling mew's clone, Wind now a Septile by her side. Mewtwo won't stop at her fainting, he will end them both, leaving their rescue team leaderless. But I love her too much to tell any of this....

"White hawk?" The young Storm, an Alakazam, called my name.

"Hello Storm." I sigh as I look at the sun.

"You see what I see...?" Storm closed his eyes and bowed his head.

"I do see... when the time comes Storm... we must not tell her... I love her too much..." I whispered.

Dedicated to lucario master because the fact and myth book gave me this idea.