Yestolgia

In the beginning, like all Pokemon, Arceus was born from an egg. No one is sure where the egg came from, only that it was always there. When the egg cracked and Arceus was released, it's said the shards of the eggshell curled, forming into galaxies and solar systems. Arceus explored the vast universe, in awe of the many sights, sounds, and smells. But after a time, he realized there seemed to be no one else in the strange black void. So Arceus took a piece of himself, many say it was his heart, and breathed life into it. The small part of himself formed into a small creature that called itself Mew, and Arceus had his first friend. The two w

Mikaile stopped at the large tunnel leading into the mountainside, reading the small wooden post to the left. In large print was the name 'Dark Cave', a few pieces of graffiti littering the blank parts of the wood. Wondering just how deep it had to be that they called it Dark Cave, he pulled out two Pokeballs. Opening one, he recalled Gylfie, and with the other he began to head down the long tunnel. Not even five feet down the rugged path, the light was almost gone. Holding out an arm, he searched for his hand at the end, and never found it. Gulping, he derided himself on not waiting to go in. Had he just stayed at the entrance until Aiden a

Various wild Pokemon looked at the teen wading through the grass, two Pokemon with him. Many chose to avoid the trainer, not wanting to become lunch for the Hoothoot perched on his shoulder. The few Pidgey that dared fly in fighting distance were soon warned away by the glaring Cyndaquil walking beside him. “I'm not seeing any Pokemon to fight,” Mikaile noted, “How are we going to level Gylfie up?” “We can find a trainer to battle,” Aiden answered, “Trainers have higher level Pokemon too, so she'll level faster fighting a trainer.” They considered taking the path to Mr Pokemon's house, before

A small pressure on his cheek was his first indication to wake up. He haphazardly lifted his hand and swatted the nuisance away. Just as he was about to drift off, the pressure returned, and left as quickly as it came. Only to come again, and again. Part of him knew he should just open his eyes, and see who it was. After all, his Mother wasn't the kind to poke him awake. She was more apt to rip off the covers and push him off the bed. Whoever had been prodding him finally grew tired of it, “Come on, I want to how Professor Elm is doing.” Ah, now he remembered. Professor Elm decided the Cyndaquil would be better off staying with

Pokemon of all different species stopped, turning to the direction of the noise. A trainer and young Pokemon both ran through the grass as if their lives depended on it. A few of the wild Pokemon almost went to challenge the duo, only to be stopped by snorting out a large cloud of smoke, blocking them from view. Although it only took ten minutes to get back to Cherrygrove City, Mikaile felt it was too long already. He had known Professor Elm for years, and one thing he knew; although the professor was easily flustered, he hardly ever panicked. The last time he remembered him being panicked was around three years ago. A few rogue Team Rocket