AN: Woah there buddy! Don't go reading this chapter unless you want everything spoiled. If you missed the author's note at the beginning of the book, let me summarize it real quick: Pure of Heart is undergoing a complete overhaul. This is the original version as you can see in the title of this chapter. So, if you're just here to read the one-shot, go right ahead. But, if you want a better experience, go back to the chapter titled "Chapter 1: 100% COMPLETE" and stick around with me for the rewrite. It will be well worth your time, trust me!

...Okay okay, go ahead! Here begins the original copy of Pure of Heart. I hope you enjoy it and at least consider reading the other chapters too.

"Apparently, it appears only to those people who are pure of heart and have a strong desire to see it."

-Gold Pokedex

Dear Diary,

Today I completed the PokeDex Professor Oak gave me. I was ecstatic to see the numbers flip from ninety-nine to one hundred percent. I couldn't believe it, so I scrolled through the entirety of it. All of the icons for all one hundred and fifty Pokemon were filled in with a beautiful, colorful picture of each creature I had obtained. Memories flooded back to me as I re-read through every entry, from Bulbasaur to Mewtwo; yes, even Mewtwo. Although my PokeDex journey is complete, I'm still a ways away from the end of my entire journey. I have yet to make it back to Pallet Town. As I am writing this, I am sitting in Cerulean Cave after completing the great challenge of capturing the rogue Mewtwo. It was a worthy opponent, I would even say it was a tougher battle than facing the entirety of the Elite Four. I just can't wait to get home, rest, and prove to Professor Oak my completion of his task.

Dear Diary,

I decided it would be best to take a boat home from Vermillion rather than walk or hitchhike all the way back. The boat ride was the relaxation that I needed after such an exhausting journey. The sea air is delightful and the smell of the ocean takes me back to Sea Route 21, a favorite spot of mine neighboring my home. I will speak with the Professor tomorrow and present him with all of the information from my Dex. He'll be so impressed with my work. I have got to be the most successful sixteen year old ever.

Dear Diary,

Excuse my messy writing, but the strangest thing just happened to me. At 1:47 AM, my PokeDex beeped as if it registered a new Pokemon. The noise jolted me awake. At first, I thought it was a dream of my adventures, so I ignored it. Then, the noise kept going. This seemed like something that needed immediate attention. So, instead of waiting for morning, I rolled over to investigate. The Dex only beeps once when it senses an unidentified Pokemon, it doesn't keep going. I opened the PokeDex, and sure enough, there was a new silhouette on the screen. The shape of it almost reminded me of Mewtwo, but smaller. I think I should just leave this issue for tomorrow when I can talk to the professor and am thinking more clearly.

Dear Diary,

The papers and national news came out for the ceremony where I presented Professor Oak with my PokeDex. It felt weird accepting the certificate commemorating my Dex completion after having seen a mysterious one hundred and fifty-first phantom Pokemon pop up. Which, yes, I checked this morning to make sure it wasn't just a dream. There is a blank page in my Dex. The press thought it was so impressive that I was the only person to have ever "completed" a PokeDex, especially since I was so young. I smiled awkwardly through the interviews, then, when I had the opportunity, asked to see the Professor in a private meeting this afternoon. Speaking of that meeting, I have to go now. The receptionist is waving me in as I write this. Wish me luck diary.

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I sat in Professor Oak's office, my legs shaking up and down rapidly. He faced away from me as he studied my PokeDex. Quickly and frantically, I glanced around his office at his various awards. He was the youngest Pokemon Professor ever, and yet he had already achieved so much. Like me, he attained success young. He was barely over the age of twenty-eight and was already world renowned.

I heard him scrolling through the records of my Dex, pausing occasionally to look for irregularities. After what seemed like ages of examination, he sighed and placed the machine on the desk behind him, refusing to tear his eyes away from the window.

"I'll be honest with you," he began, "I have no idea what Pokemon this could be." He turned to face me, "Unless you take folktales into consideration." He raised his eyebrows as if to ask my permission to continue.

I nodded, "I do, that's how I found out about Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres."

He sat down gingerly while rubbing his forehead. "Tell me about the name 'Mewtwo.' Don't you find it odd that it's name includes the number two, as if there could have been a first one?"

Leaning back in my chair, I considered this information. Two facts popped into my mind disproving this theory. "Except, the PokeDex said this mystery Pokemon was only about one foot tall. Mewtwo is a giant compared to that. Also, if that were true, wouldn't Mewtwo be listed as one hundred and fifty-one and not one hundred and fifty?"

Oak shrugged, "It's just a possibility. Like I said: it's a folktale, they aren't entirely reliable. Plus, I heard this when I studied in the Southern Hemisphere, it is highly unlikely this folk Pokemon would be found here if anywhere at all." He continued speaking as he reached down into his desk, "Maybe you'll find this Mewone or whatever it is if you travel to Johto."

My eyebrows scrunched up, "Why would I go to Johto? There's nothing there except for a bunch of weird people who believe in legends too much for their own good. Even I know when to draw the line between fiction and myth."

"Not just new legendary Pokemon," Oak placed something that looked like my Dex with a different shell on it. He closed the bottom drawer he had retrieved it from, sat upright, and slid it over to me. "Our neighbors in Johto have approximately one hundred different Pokemon from what we have here." He leaned in and whispered excitedly, "That's one hundred new Pokemon we haven't seen, ever! I want you to go and travel the region and record information on all of them."

The new Dex already had all of my old entries entered in. I scrolled through until I found number one hundred and fifty-one. The list continued on blank after it, but I couldn't help but stare at that one missing entry. The answers to my missing Pokemon had to be there, in Johto. After a few silent seconds of consideration, I nodded, "Alright, I'll head out in two months. I want to spend some time with my mom."

"I wish you luck with your endeavors, especially in finding number one hundred and fifty-one." Professor Oak exclaimed as I walked out the door.

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Dear Diary,

Johto is a wonderful place. The culture here is rich and revolves around the region's deep mythology. I was wrong to think of these people as a bunch of old geezers who obsess over their ancient religions. Actually, one of their stories has piqued my interest. Some of the people that I've talked to have mentioned a small Pokemon that no one has ever seen. They are convinced it exists even if there is no proof of it. There's a shrine dedicated to it in Ilex Forest. Locals told me that I might get to see it if I gain the favor of the legends. This is my only hope, I have to capture every legendary to even have a chance of finding it. I will finish this new task I've set out before me.

Dear Diary,

I am currently sitting on top of the Bell Tower with a custom made heavy ball in hand. Inside the ball rests Ho-Oh, the legendary rainbow Pokemon. In my other hand, I hold an ultra ball that contains Lugia. Now, all that's left is to return to Ilex Forest and awaken the Pokemon in the shrine. Professor Oak thinks I should come home and stop chasing fairy tales. He says it isn't right for an adult to do such things. He also says he wants me to stop catching the legends so I don't disturb the environment or the gods any more than I have. Instead, I stopped reading his letters.

Diary,

Celebi. That was the name of the Pokemon locked away in Ilex Forest. After dragging it out of the time portal it resided in, I battled it fiercely with my team of legends and overpowered champions of Kanto. I was so excited to finally have a completed PokeDex. I sat down to write out some information about what I observed when I realized what Celebi's number was. It was two hundred and fifty-one, a number that was a whole one hundred more than what I needed. I felt like the gods were taunting me at this point. Just to make sure, I scrolled back through the list to see if there was still a blank spot. Much to my dismay, one hundred and fifty-one was still blank. I think I will head to Hoenn next and search there.

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The salty scent in the air pricked at my nose as mist wafted up from the sea below. The smell reminded me of the end of my first big Pokemon catching trip through Kanto. However, instead of ending a journey, I was only beginning one now. Knowing I had another massive task in front of me, I closed my eyes and let the sounds of the waves carry me off to Hoenn and to sleep.

At least, until one of the sailors decided to strike up a conversation with me. "Oi, how's it going young one?" 

Sighing, I responded, "Despite my long and tiring journey, I am alright."

He waited a bit to respond, as if anticipating that I would return the question. "Oh, is that so? Where you off to? Hoenn, obviously, but why."

I propped myself up on one arm from my reclined position on the chair. "I was the prodigy kid who caught all the Pokemon in Kanto and Johto. I want to do it again in Hoenn."

He laughed in my face as a response. "You're a bit late. Someone already did that in this region. Try Sinnoh or Kalos if you want to keep your record going." He turned to walk away from me.

"They didn't catch all of them." I protested.

His strides slowed to a stop. He turned to face me, "Excuse me?"

I took off my sunglasses and made eye contact with him. He shifted his stance uncomfortably when I caught him with my icy stare. "I said, whoever caught 'all' of the Pokemon didn't catch them all. They are a fraudulent liar. I read their records and they mention nothing of Groudon, Kyogre, Rayquaza, or any other legendaries."

In response, the sailor started laughing again. He ceased his guffaw before actually responding to my accusations, "Yeah, good luck with your case of crazy. Everyone knows those guys don't exist or they would have been captured as well. Seriously kid, give up chasing legends or you'll lose whatever shred of hope, sanity, and pure heart you have left."

I let him walk away this time before mumbling to myself, "I'm afraid that I already have."

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Dear Diary,

Based on the dates of my entries, you'll notice this one is way overdue. By now, I have gone through both Unova and Hoenn. My adventures in both places bore no fruit in my search for one hundred and fifty-one. For the sake of science, I will give a brief explanation of my excursions.

In Hoenn, I joined forces with two brilliant men by the names of Archie and Maxie. They too, were fascinated by the legends of their home region. We worked together to unearth Groudon and Kyogre. Unfortunately, by doing such a thing, we rekindled the flame in these two Pokemons' ancient war. Both men and their militia fled like cowards before the battle even started. I quelled both with my team of legends and added them to the ranks. Then, using them, I was able to coax Rayquaza and Deoxys out of deep space. They were both easy pickings with the forces of land and sea at my command. After sensing the disturbance I had caused, Jirachi confronted me. Thinking it was one hundred and fifty-one, I defeated and caught it with glee. To my dismay, it was not the phantom I was chasing.

Once again, without any more leads, I moved onto Unova. My companion there was N, who was a most peculiar fellow. He could talk to Pokemon. This ability helped give me new insight in my quest. He and I searched for legends using both human and Pokemon guides alike. They led us to many mythical places all over the region where I continued to forge a name for myself as the bane of the gods. I captured the four swords and the kami trio without N's knowledge. It just didn't seem like the right time to tell him. Even the common public was beginning to recognize my name at that point. I was legendary, just like my targets. As I had predicted, N abandoned me soon after I took possession of Reshiram, Zekrom, and Kyurem. He called me sick and wrong for doing such a thing. The insults slid off of me like raindrops on a window. Fortunately, I did discover another miniature legend named Victini. The figure of the Pokemon looked almost like one hundred and fifty-one's, but it was not. It registered it as four hundred and ninety-four instead. Hopefully my adventures in Kalos and Sinnoh are better.

Dear Diary,

Again, apologies for the late update. I have become disheartened by my recent actions. I did something foolish and paid the price for it: I fell in love. After having no luck in any region, I returned to my own for rest before setting sail for Kalos or Sinnoh. Much to my delight and later dismay, my mother was planning a vacation to the Alola region. The Professor was going to accompany her to the islands for research purposes, but let me go instead when he heard I was going to be in town. He still had faith in me after all these years. It was very misplaced faith, but I admire him for being able to believe in me. I have no such faith remaining in life except for my chase of one hundred and fifty-one. It's somewhere out there.

The atmosphere in this region is magnificent, everyone is so kind and caring. Pokemon and humans here work together in harmony in a fashion unlike any other region I've explored. I really felt happy in Alola, a feeling I had not truly experienced in a long time. The smell of the ocean comforted me. I found myself returning to Kanto and to the trip to Hoenn, back when I still had youthful joy in me. On a side note, I am still pleased with myself for proving that sailor wrong. The legends of Hoenn did indeed exist and now belonged to me.

While lost in the atmosphere of the island, I saw it, a Pokemon made of sand. It made me smile, and I felt that familiar itch set in. This Pokemon had to belong to me. I rushed up to the nearest PokeMart (which, in this region, are combined with Pokemon Centers), bought as many Balls as I could, and ran back to the beach. Effortlessly, I caught the Sandygast. During my moment of triumph, I noticed a man about my age watching my every move. We challenged each other to a battle as is custom for trainers. I had my beloved Charizard on me, my first partner from Kanto. He used his partner from Alola, a water type called Primarina. I impressed him, and he impressed me. Few could beat me in a Pokemon battle. Although, I'll admit, I held back that day since I had felt a certain spark between us. His name was Ikaia, and it was a disgusting love at first sight.

We traveled Alola together, never leaving the other's side. My mother tagged along with us while we were on Melemele island. She finally understood my love of catching Pokemon when she caught a peculiar looking Meowth. It was adorable how they took to each other instantly. I questioned the nature of the appearance of the Meowth and Ikaia gladly explained. Alola has a thing they called "regional variants." Certain Pokemon have adapted to island life by evolving certain traits over hundreds of years. Ikaia entertained me with how much he knew of his home. I kept him around as a guide and good company at first. Then, our relationship--much like the Pokemon of Alola--evolved over time.

Mother left us after the first island, claiming she didn't feel quite right. Her temperament had been decreasing, and her health seemed to have been failing as well. She remained behind on Melemele, and Ikaia and I continued on to Akala island. I met his family after months of us being companions. I didn't care much for them, but I did care for the legends they told me. Each island had a Guardian, they informed me. If I completed all of the trials of an island, the Guardian might reveal itself to me. Another legend, the story of Cosmog, fascinated me as well. Even more so than the tale of the Guardians, I would say. The second I heard it, I knew I must make it and its evolutions my own. A legendary Pokemon that evolved? That was unheard of in any other region. Unless, Cosmog was Mewone and evolved into Mewtwo. My quest would finally be over.

We set off shortly after that week with his family, making our way through the rest of the island, and then the region. The Island Challenge proved to reflect on its name well. It was a challenge. Even I, a master trainer, struggled with the tasks set before me. Some of the trials required working with a Pokemon partner, something I haven't been good at since I was younger. I overcame the Challenges and planned to come back to claim the Guardians at another time, if at all. After all, there was so much more of the region to enjoy. I strongly believe that the entirety of Alola was wonderfully made by the gods. Every corner of the place was brimming with life and needed to be explored. Even microscopic cells called "Zygarde Cells--" which I will discuss in another entry--populated the island. 

But first, I must detail the mistakes I made in the region as a warning for any reading this log. Ikaia and I had been with each other for almost a year and a half before he found out who I was and what I was after. Word of my travels had finally reached Alola, and more importantly, Ikaia's ears. He was ashamed of me and refused to ever talk to me again. It hurt him to think that I was using him to capture Pokemon even though that was not the case anymore. He had changed me into a softer being that no longer wanted to continue my wild Ducklett chase for one hundred and fifty-one. He turned me loose into the world again with a shattered heart that once more became covered by a Shelgon's shell. It felt like my life had finally had meaning with him, like I could settle down and be happy. That novel idea has obviously fallen through, and I am on my own yet again with a still incomplete PokeDex and a broken heart. My goal remains the same: capture every Pokemon and legendary until I have one hundred and fifty-one. Nothing can stop me from completing that goal, not even this child that I now carry inside me.

Dear Diary,

My adventures in Alola are almost complete. I still struggle to find the last few cells needed to summon Zygarde. The cells are all over the place, even on top of mountains and volcanoes. This mythical Pokemon confuses me greatly with its habits. It is a legendary Pokemon that supposedly was from Kalos, but also lives here as cells for some reason. Such activities have caused me to stop questioning the nature of Pokemon, as they are unpredictable creatures. This confusion though is why they fascinate me, especially one-hundred and fifty one. I must find it and figure out why it is the way it is. After wallowing in self pity for a month and three weeks, I snapped back to reality. I still had a job to complete the PokeDex, and I will succeed in my task. Months later, I made an agreement with myself: no more useless distractions, only catching Pokemon.

However, that has become a more difficult task with each dawning day. The baby is due any moment now. Each climb up a mountain, even steep hills now, proves progressively more and more impossible. I'd ask someone to help me, but people still recognize my face and refuse me their guidance, even with my very noticeable swollen stomach. My final tasks of this horrid and unforgiving region include: finding the last three Zygarde cells, evolving the male and female Cosmog I have, and capturing the Ultra Beasts. I have to complete task two before three, as it is impossible to reach the world of these so called Ulta Beasts (NOTE: I did not chose that ridiculous title for these creatures, the islanders did). The two evolutions of Cosmog can supposedly open portals to their dimension.

Also, it is worth mentioning my new hypothesis for one-hundred and fifty one. I believe the creature to be an Ultra Beast as they are claimed to only spawn in their own reality. Occasionally, they cross over into ours, which I believe is why I have never seen it again. It does not visit our dimension often, I was just lucky enough that it flew by my window while it was here. I will write more on the subject when I capture the Beast.

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"Is that all of you?" I cried desperately into the abyss.

Metallic shrieks answered my cry. No other Ultra Beast dared approach me after I had captured all seven known species. There had to be an eighth one I was missing. One-hundred and fifty one had to be here.

Again, I challenged the void, "Show yourself, one-hundred and fifty one! I'm done with your games." Lunala, Solgaleo, and Zygarde echoed my demand. Any Ultra Beasts that was in the area fled immediately. They dared not challenge me, I was too strong and they knew it. I wondered if they knew all that I had accomplished in my world as well, capturing all of the Guardians as well as the gods of other regions.

No other Pokemon dared exit from the dimly lit expanse of Ultra Space. I was all alone yet again, standing in the middle of nowhere. Pink, green, and blue lights sparkled off of pitch black rocks, giving the place an eerie yet comforting feel to it. I appreciated the feeling of being alone. It soothed me, renewed my spirit, and reminded me of my power. Even Beasts of other worlds refused to confront me because of the fear I struck in them. Nothing could stand in my way, and so nothing was my only companion.

More spasms from my stomach caused me to rethink how long I had planned to stay. The baby wanted out, and it wanted out now. It had begun to kick harder ever since we had entered this Space, as if it begged not to be born here. Even I, the conqueror of legends, was not that cruel that my unwanted child be born in a perfect wasteland.

"Solgaleo, Lunala, get me out of here," I commanded my Pokemon. I recalled Zygarde to his ball and placed it in my bag, it had been a while since I kept anything on a belt due to my belly.

Lunala scooped me up with its wing and gently set me on Solgaleo. The soft fur was a welcome embrace after standing in the unforgiving cold of Ultra Space. Maybe it was a good thing that I didn't remain here. I returned Lunala since Solgaleo would be the one to carry me back to my world. After all, I had no use for useless things anymore, not even some Pokemon. Which made me ask the question, What will I do with this baby when it arrives?

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Dear Diary,

I'm writing this from a hospital bed. The baby is fine, it's a beautiful baby girl whose skin tone takes after her father's and whose eyes take after me. Her hair is a soft auburn and her face is as delicate as a Budew. Laying my eyes upon her made me feel the pain of our breakup all over again. I wished more than ever he had not abandoned me. I finally felt like I had found true joy in life, that there was something more than catching Pokemon. Now, my soul was empty of all feeling again. What purity that had refiled in my heart has leaked out again. That is why I will be continuing my journey to find one-hundred and fifty one. It will reveal itself to me. It cannot, no, will not betray me like humans have. My heart must be filled with joy again, joy that only comes from capturing my long hunted foe. One hundred and fifty-one, if you can read this, show yourself. I grow tired of this game. My patience can only last for so long. My hunt for you will take me to Kalos, a region far off from here. I'm hoping to find you as a form of Zygarde that will not reveal itself to me unless I travel to its native region.

On that note, my daughter will not remain in this, her native region. I have already made plans for her to travel home with my mother. She will be raised just as I was: in a strong and caring household, unlike the one I would be able to provide. My mother is kind, almost too kind, and will provide a good upbringing for my dear Katherine. She does not deserve a joyless life like the one I have forged for myself. However, when I return home with one hundred and fifty-one in tow, we will be the happiest family on earth. 

I must rest now, labor has taken much of my strength away. If I did not have such a fire within me to find one hundred and fifty-one, I would not continue on this path I have trod down. But, after all the toil I have been through, it must reveal itself to me.

Dear Diary,

My life is miserable, but I refuse to give up hope now that I am this close. No one wants to work with me to help me advance my findings. Everyone thinks I'm insane and avoids me like the plague. They know about Alola, its Guardians, and the Ultra Beasts. Compared to the aforementioned region and its legends, the Kalos region was a joke. The legends and land as a whole aren't even worth the time it would take for me to write about them. If you are really curious about them, go look them up in my digital PokeDex. The data I sent to the Professor should be uploaded by now. 

I'm writing this from the bottom step of Spear Pillar in Sinnoh, which so far is another disappointment. However, it is my last hope, and I will cling to it with my life. Spear Pillar is said to be the hallowed hall of the gods and I can understand why. The aura radiating off of this place is majestic and overwhelming. The intensity almost pierces through my chest, and the tension in the air is like a blade. My final challenge stands before me. Once I've conquered the gods of this final region, one hundred and fifty-one will have to reveal itself to me.

Diary,

This is my final entry, I officially give up. I met something I never thought I would. I met god. No, seriously, the god of the universe appeared before me. It called itself Arceus and commanded me to stop chasing Mew, or as I have called it all this time, one hundred and fifty-one. I tried fighting Arceus with my hoard of gods, but none of them would stand against their creator. Instead, they turned their metaphorical swords to me. I remember feeling helpless at that point. All of my Pokemon surrounded me with glowing, untamed, and wild eyes. They reminded me of how they appeared to me before I caught them: ready to fight and kill anything that stood in their way. I could feel their wrath crashing in on me. The feeling suffocated me. Then, I did something I hadn't done in a long time. I cried. I cried and begged for mercy in front of the god of everything. The last time I can remember crying was when Ikaia left me over ten years ago. This experience broke me. The last thing I remember was Arceus whispering to me, "Sleep now child." Then, it reached out with one of its one thousand arms and put me to sleep.

I woke up here, in a bed in Pallet Town. I've no idea how I got here, and I'm not sure I want the answer either. I saw myself in the mirror for the first time in months. My hair is insane and frazzled. My eyes have the look of a crazy person who has been in a mental institution for too long. The most startling thing of all was my hair's color. Gray flecked my temples and cascaded through the rest of my hair. I had to do a double take to make sure I was actually looking at myself and not a painting. I thought I was too young for such appearances. I had believed myself immortal for the longest time. Chasing Mew consumed my life and has left me an empty husk with no time left for joy.

Professor Oak was here just here minutes ago, he must have been anticipating my revival. I look just as old as he does, even if he is over ten years older. When he walked in to see me awake, he just shook his head at me and exited silently. Before he did so, he left a letter on my bedside table on top of my PokeDex. My trembling fingers brushed against my PokeDex as I reached for the letter. My body shivered when they did. I don't think I ever want to see that cursed piece of plastic again. 

The letter brought me more melancholy though, and I couldn't help but sob at its content. The date was from two months ago. It informed me about how my mom had died a month before the letter was written and that I needed to come home for her funeral. They waited for as long as they could so that I would have time to make it home. The most disturbing thing was the teardrops of my daughter that stained the page as she wrote it. The page has obvious watermarks dotted around. She had begged me to return and love her like a normal mother would. My neglect of her and the death of her maternal figure has left her somewhat depressed. Oak also commanded in the letter that I needed to stop chasing fairy tales. That was the moment I realized, at the ripe old age of forty-nine, I needed to turn my life around.

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Dear Diary,

Mom told me I have to write this. She said it's good for documenting your travels and to "see how much you grow as a person in your lifetime." I think it's silly. Today, I get my starter Pokemon. I already know I'm going to pick Bulbasaur. It's so cute, how can I not. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it and the PokeDex Professor Oak will give me, but I'll figure it out. Oops, I'm out of things to write :P

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I stared blankly at the diary page after drawing an emoticon to liven up the entry. Writing in a diary sucked, and I figured I wouldn't ever do it after I left home. Plus, it was something my mom suggested I do. Oak told me to take her advice with a grain of salt because she did some "bad things" while she was away on her adventures around the world. Every time I would question her about what happened, she would refuse the subject and quickly move on. She wouldn't even tell me about my father. I wondered to myself, Did she even know the guy?

Shaking my head, I cleared all negative thoughts of my mother from my brain. She was trying and that's what was important. I set the journal aside and grabbed the PokeDex from my dresser. It had belonged to my mother, but she refused to even look at it now. I switched it on and scrolled through the filled pages. It always bothered me that she had left it at only ninety-nine point nine percent completion instead of finding that last Pokemon. She even had an entry for Arceus. It couldn't have been that difficult to find the last one, could it?

Someone rapped on my door. "Katy, are you ready yet?" mom asked in her raspy voice.

"Yeah, mom, just let me put my shoes on and I'll be ready to go." I dropped the PokeDex on my bed and rushed to my closet. The choice between the pink tennis shoes and the black boots was tough. In the end, I decided on the tennis shoes because they were better for walking.

I sat on the edge of my bed and began to lace up my choice of shoe when I heard something fly through the open window. Sighing, I reached for a magazine to chase out whatever stupid bird had gotten in. I rolled it up methodically without looking up at whatever Pidgey or Spearow had stumbled in. The key to chasing these creatures away, I had learned, was to not alert them or acknowledging that they were there. It would startle them and cause them to act violently. I swung the roll in a wide arc, but stopped before actually connecting with what floated before me.

A tiny pink Pokemon hovered mere feet from my face. "Mew?" it squeaked.

I dropped the magazine and slowly stretched my hand toward it. A feeling burned inside me that commanded me to touch it. Without hesitation, it rested its head in my palm. It felt warm and filled me with an overwhelming joy that I had never felt before. No words could describe the feeling of pure happiness I felt in that moment. I stroked it gently, letting it get used to my touch before I tried to bring it in closer.

When it finally began to move in towards me, the door swung open and my mom's voice filled the room. "Alright, who's ready to go get their first Pokemon?" She shot me a huge grin, then a puzzled look when she saw how I was standing. From what she saw of the encounter, I was stroking the air.

I looked back to explain the Pokemon only to notice that it was gone. Puzzled, I began to look around for where it might have fled to. Before getting too far into my search though, I heard the beeping of a PokeDex with a brand new entry.

My mom beat me to the punch of examining the new entry. She was a hungry Mightyena going in for a kill as she scooped it up off my bed. Her eyes widened with every passing second until I thought they would pop out of her head. She took a seat and began to cry. "Katy," she paused, gathering her breath, "Where did you see this Pokemon?" she asked, her shaky voice barely rose above a whisper.

Shrugging, I tried to force out a sentence, only for it to come out in stammers. My mom beat me to completing a full sentence. "Where did you see this Pokemon?" she repeated, with more force. Her voice cracked on the last syllable and she wept more profusely.

I let her cry as I gently tugged the database away from her hands. She was sobbing at this point, her body convulsing with each new cry. The screen displayed a picture and some information for the Pokemon I had just seen.

"Mew, #151
Apparently, it appears only to those people who are pure of heart..."