"Prophecies do not lie, they are the truth and ideals of every living being and every living Pokemon. Once it unfolds, once it happens, once it sprouts and blooms like a flower, it cannot be undone, because prophecies can either bear fruits or scatter terror, terror that kills the eyes of both People and Pokemon, but in every prophecy there is always a seed, a seed buried in our minds, planted in our hearts. That seed is the moral. Once a prophecy happens, we can only move forward, we do not lean to the past, but we learn from it."
This was the words of my dear father and mother before the day of the incident. I was merely ten years old, with a common dream. A dream to become a Pokemon master. My father and mother wanted me to become professors just like them, they want me to help them in their researches and fieldwork, but fieldwork and research? not my type. I want to travel across regions, seek for the power within Pokemon, I don't want to wear some cheapy lab coat and work on a lab, I want to explore and adventure out! I want to meet every single Pokemon, and I want to become friends with them. February 10, 2009, the day I turned ten years old, yes my mother and father wanted me to become a professor, but they do not want to destroy my dream, even if it was a hard decision, they allowed me to become a trainer, I was so excited! I couldn't barely breathe because of excitement! And when a trainer turns ten, he or she gets to choose a starter Pokemon, but mine was different, I already have a partner, I don't need a starter, I have Riolu, my best partner! It hatched from an egg my father gave me as a gift for my 8th birthday. On the night after my birthday, a large explosion occurred just east of our town, an incident occurred in the lab of my mother and father, I am Kalem, and this is my story.