About time I started a prologue.
Alola, the Region of Four Islands.
An archipelago of splendid proportions and wonders await for both locals and foreigners alike. A peaceful place…
Or so as the foreigners think…
Playlist: Dariusburst: Another Chronicle- Suite Photoconductivity~ First Tune: Iron Fossil (Second part)
“The experiment has escaped. Do not let her carry it away!”
On an artificial island located around Alola, a blonde-haired girl, with a white sundress, sunhat and pair of boots was on a run throughout the island’s platforms. As she hopped onto an elevator, a mysterious face was peeking out of the shoulder bag she’s carrying.
“Shh… Don’t let anyone know that you’re gone, Nebby...” the girl whispered to her bag.
As she tiptoed silently, she heard guards dressed in white shouting at her.
“There! Thief!” one of the guards pointed out.
“This is bad...” said the girl as she made a run for it.
“Do not let her escape!” a guard shouted as they pursued the girl as if she’s holding something precious.
The platforms are a literal maze that it’s hard to remember where are you right now if you’re unable to memorize it, but why do so when you’re being pursued by zealous guards?
The girl then stopped as she noticed a guard blocking her only escape route.
“This area is blocked. You cannot pass unless you hand in whatever is inside the bag of yours!” the guard threatened.
“Oh no... I’d probably end up getting killed here…” the girl thought.
“Now, be a good girl and hand in that creature.” the guard commanded.
“No...! Hang on for your life, Nebby!” the girl thought again.
“Have you heard what I demanded, daughter of...”
The girl’s bag suddenly glowed with mysterious psychic energies, apparently coming from whatever is inside it.
“What the…” one of the guards said, “Be careful! The energies may blind a person!”
As the guards covered their eyes, the energies swirling around the girl grew larger, and suddenly, the girl vanished, leaving behind traces of psychic energy at the island.
Three months have passed after the girl disappeared. Back in Kalos, a region that was once popular with trainers but now no longer thanks to the discontinuation of Holo Caster support and disbandment of rating competitions at the region’s Battle Spot, shifting focus to Alola. It is a deep and quiet night in the laidback Vaniville Town, so quiet that not a single Fletchling is chirping. All in Vaniville is asleep, except Wizzy, who is unable to sleep because of what his mother, Grace, told him.
“I don’t get it; my memory virtually has no clue of how I came to this world or where do I came from. It is obvious of the fact that I’m a Kalosian, but... how come Mom said that I’m not born in Kalos? Perhaps, could my real parents are outside Kalos...?” thought Wizzy, as he recalls the events on today.
Playlist: Dariusburst- Calm Down
It was the same evening in Camphrier Town, the same, quiet, old-fashioned town coupled with the mild bustling of Pokemon Trainers, who were still dedicated to Kalos of course, cycling with their Talonflame and nearly a half-dozen of eggs of various Pokemon, just passing Camphrier. Wizzy always did the same thing like other Trainers do ever since he got into professional Pokemon battling, but somehow on that day Wizzy was packing up his belongings, getting ready to leave Camphrier. All of his Psychic-type Pokemon in his Battle Roster (the Storage Box used by him to keep Pokemon for professional battles) were sent back to their own Poke Balls, and they were kept in Wizzy’s storage account, which is so full that he had to consider Poke-Bank expansion.
“There, my rental room keys are returned, paid that astounding rental debt with the money I earned from the Battle Chateau, and my outfit is not too outdated to take a trip to Alola. I knew this V-neck shirt from Laverre would be handy someday!” said Wizzy as he left Camphrier Apartments.
“But the cruise from Coumarine Harbour to Hau’oli’s Marina is going to leave tomorrow noon, so I might as well go back to Vaniville to sleep well for my last night in Kalos. Speaking of Vaniville, it’s been two years since I left there, only coming back to home on my birthday and my first anniversary of becoming a Trainer,” he added, and then he sends out an Ultra Ball containing his Sigilyph, Archon. “Archon, Fly me to Vaniville!”
While Wizzy held on tight to the psychokinesis of the Aviation Pokemon’s tail feather, Archon asked, “You’re going back to your hometown?”
This is no surprise that Pokemon do speak, but it is only restricted to Psychic-types and very few of psychic nature, and they speak through telepathy. Only Psychics like Wizzy can understand their telepathy.
“Of course, this is my last night in Kalos, don’t you know? I’ve raised almost every Psychic-type, which is not a Legendary, of course, to the capability to be in competitive battles. Well, almost. You should have seen how Archos and Disingera blast virtually almost everything though Stored Power, Sorceron and Sorcerade Psycho Cutting their way out and Aether devouring the dreams of others. The others, well, they have their own ups and downs.” replied Wizzy, telepathically, “But I ended up adopting Mixia’s suggestions thanks to her guide, and with the combination of my Mega Alakazam and Magika’s Shadow Tag, I may not get myself the strongest Psychic team, but that is the best team I could come up with.”
“Good to hear about your position as a Gym Rematcher and Psychic 1st Class in Anistar, and your achievements. We’re about to land on Vaniville, so hang on!” said Archon.
As Wizzy landed onto the floor of his hometown, he recalled back his Sigilyph and rushed back to his house, the place where he grew up, somehow.
“Mom, I’m home. Cook up something great for me, because I’m leaving to Alola tomorrow!” said Wizzy as he goes to his room after he put his black and white logo cap on his house’s hatstand.
“How about your favourite dish, fish fillet with Cheri and Rawst topping?” his mother, Grace replied.
“Sure! I have to try one more homemade Kalosian dish before I could leave.” Wizzy answered.
While Grace was cooking his son’s dinner, she thought about the time she started raising Wizzy. Then, when the dish is ready, she recalled back on the boy’s life after he became a Trainer.
“He’s grown up now, he can choose what Pokemon he should master, and he is getting along with his neighbour Mixia nowadays, being both friends and young lovers at the same time. But there’s one thing he’s now aware about himself... I think it’s time to tell him about his very biological fact.” thought Grace.
Some time later...
“Wizzy, your dish is ready!” the mother called.
When Wizzy heard his mother’s calling, he was just done taking his shower and putting his clothes up. He got his black chinos and ankle socks on, but he’s shirtless. As a result, he rushed to put on a white short-sleeved buttonless jacket, leaving him bare-chested as he rushed towards the dining hall.
He chowed on the fish fillet, swiftly yet gently.
“You ate like a Swalot didn’t you?” Grace commented.
“Mom, you know I was raised as a gentleman, right?” Wizzy replied with food in his mouth.
“So, how was between you and Mixia?” Grace asked.
“It was excellent, but she’s not my girlfriend, because I knew you wanted to say that.” Wizzy replied.
“I was about to make a joke, Wizzy.” Grace commented.
Wizzy then finished off the remains of the dish like a Heatmor swiping out Durant with its tongue.
That night, Grace changed her mood from the joy of seeing his son having dinner to the nervousness of telling the truth about Wizzy.
“I’m going to bed now, as I have to get really ready to head to Alola. Good night, mom!” said Wizzy.
“Wait, Wizzy, before you go to Alola, I have something to tell you.” said his mother.
“What is it? Is there something I have to get from the Professor? Or what happened to Dad?” Wizzy asked.
“No, it’s not like when you did when you first started your journey and... wait, speaking of your father... he’s outside Kalos, along with your mother...” Grace replied.
“I can accept the fact of Dad being outside Kalos, but mom also at outside with Dad? You’re just pulling my leg, mom!” Wizzy replied lightheartedly.
“I meant… I’m not your real mother. You’re only adopted, not born in Kalos.” Grace added.
“Wait, you’re trying to say that... you’re not my mother?! And I’m not born in Kalos all along?” exclaimed Wizzy. It was a dramatic surprise for him, that despite being raised in a Kalosian family, he has never heard about his family tree.
“Biologically speaking, I’m afraid so. 8 years ago, when you’re an infant, you arrived at Coumarine Harbour through a cargo ship from another region. The crew onboard discovered a cradle on the ship, and wondering where you came from. I passed by the ship after the Coumarine Rhyhorn Riding competition, and out of curiosity I took a look at who you are. I also volunteered to take you for DNA testing, and to everyone’s surprise, your genes matched no one’s. With no parent containing such genes, I decided to adopt you, and gave you the name. If weren’t for my actions, you wouldn’t have met Mixia, you wouldn’t have met your Pokemon, and… you wouldn’t have been on this world.” explained Grace.
“So by visiting Alola… I… may return to my origins?” Wizzy asked.
“Maybe, because somewhere somewhere outside Kalos... your real parents are waiting for you to come back after 8 years. I wondered if they’re still alive…” answered Grace.
Speechless, Wizzy walked up to his room, and gone to his bed. Continuing the current situation Wizzy’s been...
“So I’ve been growing up in a region beyond my home region, and I was left apart from my parents... Plus, I’m psychic, I can read minds, I can use telepathy and manipulating several forms of psychokinesis, and even commanding the powers of light, darkness, lightning and fire. Maybe, my real parents were also psychics?” Wizzy thought as he kept rolling over the bed that his would sleep for the last time.
The next morning, Wizzy woke up, then preparing himself for the trip to Hoenn, and wearing the outfit he’s bought from Alola. This outfit consists of the white plain T-shirt, black shorts that cover his ankles, a blue and black backpack and a pair of white sneakers from Anistar.
“Wizzy, you might have to consider having your breakfast while you wait for the cruise to arrive. Here’s a Lumiose Galette while you wait.” said Grace as she gave Wizzy his breakfast.
“Thanks... mom?” Wizzy replied, looking confused and putting his breakfast into his bag at the same time.
“Your real mom is outside Kalos. Now go forth, my boy, and I hope you find your real family. Bon voyage to you, Wizzy, and I wish you a safe trip.” said Grace.
“Adieu, the one who raised me up.” Wizzy also bid farewell.
Just as Wizzy closed the door of his house, Wizzy then sends out his Sigilyph to Fly him to Coumarine City.
“You looked grim recently. What happened?” Archon asked.
“Well, my real family is outside Kalos. I don’t know what happened to them ever since I’m separated from them.” Wizzy replied.
“But we are part of your family, aren’t you? Your other Psychics... they are part of your family, our family.” said Archon.
“Thanks for saying that. When you arrive at the Pokemon Center, remember to remind me...” Wizzy reminded.
“Yes, I know, depositing me with the others until you can find a spot to live in that new region you talked about.” replied Archon.
Wizzy put his Sigilyph back into the storage account, and took the monorail to Coumarine Market.
“Looks like I’m going to miss out a lot of stuff in Kalos. Getting to interact with Espurr, trying out that darned Sushi Top Roller, enjoying drinks at the café, doing rematches under Olympia, mentoring Clarie and Laudine...” Wizzy thought as he sat on the monorail, “All the good memories I made in Kalos... I loved the region, but... the fact that I was not born in Kalos shattered my optimism for Alola.”
As Wizzy left the monorail and arrived at the Harbour, he noticed a girl with blonde, straight hair, blue-eyed as him, wearing a blue tank top with white stripes and a pair of blue shorts, with white over-the-knee socks and blue and white saddle shoes, at the same time carrying a shoulder purse.
“You’re not wearing that halter top to Alola, are you, Mixia?” Wizzy asked the girl.
“Well, I’d like to try something new. After all, a new region awaits a new style!” Mixia replied optimistically.
“Yeah… well, the cruise ship is here, and it’s about to leave in 10 minutes. Let’s go.” said Wizzy as he headed for the cruise.
“Wizzy, what’s with you? You’re talking a lot about Alola in the past few weeks and even invited me to there, yet today you felt like it’s your last day in Kalos,” Mixia asked, “Let me guess, I’m not baring my midriff?”
“No, it’s not the stomach of yours... It’s... my parents. They’re at Alola.” Wizzy replied, depressingly.
“You have a family back at Alola? I didn’t know that!” Mixia replied.
“But I’m not certain whether they’re alive or not. Maybe by finding them I can know the source of my psychic capabilities.” said Wizzy.
“First you talked about going on a vacation. Now you said you’re looking for your family. What is wrong with you, Wizzy.” Mixia commented.
“It’s pretty complicated. I’ll explain to you once we’re on the ship.” Wizzy replied.
The two then headed aboard the cruise. Shortly after, the ship headed off to Alola, and it’s bon voyage for the duo.
Little they know they’re about to embark on a journey of a lifetime, filled with mysteries yet to be solved for Wizzy...
Author's note
Here it is, the prologue for my Sun and Moon playthrough. Part of the content was originally for the Omega Ruby playthrough if I ever own one, but after I got mentally abused by my mother about poor academic results and the mishandling of a piece of note regarding my piano exam, the day never came. I have planned the story for Wizzy in Hoenn, but when Sun and Moon was announced, I got conflicted whether I should use Wizzy's story for Generation VII or I should stick with Omega Ruby. I went with Sun and Moon in the end, so I borrowed the prologue that I wrote for Omega Ruby and use it on the prologue for Sun and Moon.
Yes, I already finished my Sun and Moon playthrough, but I haven't posted a single chapter about it yet. Fortunately, I was able to record down the story on Word, so I'll be able to copy-and-paste the content from Word to this blog. I remember when I started my XY post-game story, I lost all progress when I wrote the first chapter on Blogger, and felt discouraged to start over on it then. So I told myself that I should write offline as backup.
I'll be uploading the chapters soon. This is the story of Wizzy, finding for his parents, and Mixia, realising that Alola may not be the paradise she wanted, as the duo embark on their Island Challenge. It'll be great, or at least, decent, I promise.
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