Michael gasped as he sat up, clutching his head. What was that? It sounded like- His eyes widened. It sounded like Hades was speaking to someone, someone called Giratina and then someone else as well. Who wa- Before he could even finish wondering who that could be, information started filling his head.

Pokemon or Pocket Monsters were powerful creatures that inhabit this world. They come in many shapes and sizes and have many different powers. They fight alongside humans, both to get stronger and for recreation.

Then other information filled his mind. His new name: Michael Shadows; and life: a new trainer who had been taking time before starting his journey to research pokemon. Then an image of a black and purple duffel bag appeared in the front of his mind as if that should be his

He looked around and sure enough, there was a duffel bag that looked just like the one in his mind sitting nearby. He opened it to find all the different pockets had different stuff in them, like food, money, a Pokedex. Though there was one that caught his eye. In one of the pockets, there was a red and white Pokeball, which he had seen in other pockets, but this one had a sticker with a leaf on it.

Picking it up, he wanted to throw it but then he realized that this Pokeball most likely contained the pokemon that that Giratina fellow was talking about, the one who resonated with his soul. Before meeting the little one, he decided to take out the Pokedex and scan the ball.

Bulbasaur. It bears the seed of a plant on its back from birth. The seed slowly develops. Researchers are unsure whether to classify Bulbasaur as a plant or animal. Bulbasaur are extremely calm and very difficult to capture in the wild.

This Bulbasaur is Female and knows the moves: Tackle, Growl, Vine Whip. and Petal Dance. Note: Petal Dance is an egg move.

"Hmm, well let's meet the little lady, shall we?" Michael said to himself before finally throwing the ball into the air.

A little green dinosaur-like pokemon came out of the ball. On her head, she had a little marking that reminded him of a heart and she... was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. Now Michael wasn't normally one to squeal over cute things but he will admit when he saw her, he couldn't help but do so.

'Great, I just had to get a trainer who squeals over cute things.' The Bulbasaur sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Excuse me?" Michael was offended.

The Bulbasaur's eyes widened as she stared at him in shock.

'You fricken understood that?' She asked in shock.

"Yeah?" He was confused then he remembered something Giratina had said about the children of this world's gods being able to talk to pokemon, which meant it probably wasn't a common thing. 

'Which of the legendaries are you the child of? Darkrai? Lugia? Giratina? Maybe Mew?' The Bulbasaur was looking at him with calculating eyes and he found himself laughing. Yes, he would definitely get along with this little one. 

"Technically, none of them." She looked shocked but before she could ask anything, he held up his hand. "I'll explain later, however, I believe we haven't introduced each other. My name is Michael, yours?"

'Well my given name is Flora, however, most trainers give nicknames of some sort to their pokemon.' She sounded disgusted at the last part as if the very idea insulted her. 

"Nice to meet you, Flora." He said and he could see her eyes light up in delight. "Can you tell me about yourself?"

The two talked late into the evening, Michael explaining some things about himself, while Flora explained some of the finer details of the pokemon world once he explained he wasn't from this world. 

Eventually, they had to stop as to set up camp from the night. Though as Michael laid down, gazing up at the stars, he had to wonder.

Was this really his life now?