Prologue “Sometimes, the world doesn’t need saving at all...but the fact you were there made it that much more special.” This is a story that finally answers the ever-burning question of “what is a human?” to many Pokémon who are puzzled when they hear of such a thing. A lone Mienfoo, who not only retains his human memories but bears a vital piece of his identity, will reveal the existence of his kind and what it has created to these creatures. Piece by piece, Pokémon will gain insight into the life of a human and many former members of the species will relate to many things unfamiliar to most of the world. But first...this Mienfoo must somehow find a way to bridge the two realities in order to bring back relics from the human world. It is on the outskirts of a forest that our hero begins his journey… ------------------------------------------ “Hey...are you okay?! Wake up!” an unfamiliar voice called. The Mienfoo slowly opened his eyes, unsure of where he is or who he is hearing. It took him a full minute but finally, he regained his senses. He gave an approaching animal-like figure an unfocused, dazed stare, as if suddenly coming out of a drunken stupor. “I heard a loud noise and came over to check it out. Then I saw you on the ground. Are you all right?” asked the creature. As the Mienfoo’s eyesight and focus began to restore, he saw that the figure had orange fur, a mustelid body, and two tails. It was a Buizel and its voice sounded male. “....you’re a Pokémon,” the Mienfoo answered, sounding tired at first. “Yeah...and so are you. I hope you’re okay,” the Buizel inquired. “...I have so many questions right now...but I can’t think clearly enough to ask any,” the Mienfoo replied. “Let’s get you to a safe place!” the Buizel said, offering a paw to help the Mienfoo up. “Who are you...and how do you know English?” the Mienfoo asked. “Do I know what now?” the Buizel answered in turn, puzzled at the name. “Oh god no...just…get me to a safe place. I’ll explain later when the world isn’t spinning on me,” the Mienfoo spoke, getting his first glimpse of the challenges ahead of him. It wasn’t just a change in lifestyle, the Mienfoo had to adapt to a world that didn’t yet know of the English language, and yet this Buizel spoke it fluently. But for now, the only thing on his mind was the Pokémon talking to him, some kind of forest, and a headache. All of these questions would be answered in due time.