Darkness & light: Prolougue
By Tsuki


9 Years later…

It was a sunny day in Sora town. The sun rose slowly, illuminating the 
entire region of Hochi.

Beep.
BEEP.

At first, the young boy ignored his alarm clock- Until he realized what 
day it was.

His ninth birthday! Well, it wasn’t as exciting as his tenth, but it was 
good.

Forcing himself up, he clumsily combed through his ear-length,
strawberry-colored hair with his fingers. Crystal blue eyes blinked twice 
before the pale-skinned boy jumped out of his small bed. He was tall and 
skinny, with big ears and freckles. 

Above his bed, there were decorative rope letters nailed to his wall, 
spelling his name:

  W e s l e y 

Shoving on a pair of faded denim shorts from his closet and grinning from 
ear to ear, Wesley darted down the wooden stairs and into the kitchen, 
where his adopted mother stood making waffles.

Even though he was adopted, Wesley had never felt unhappy with his 
current family, simply because they were good parents.

 “Hey, Birthday boy,” Called his adopted father.

Thoughts raced through the young boy’s mind. Happiness flooded over 
him. Just one more year until he could train Pokemon!

Well, if his parents let him. 

Pulling out a chair from beneath the table, he sat across from his dad. 
Tugging excitedly on his white Pokeball T-shirt, he whispered something.

 “What did you get me?”

 “Something special,” Promised his dad, silencing him.

Munching waffles that had been laid on the table by his mom, Wesley 
dreamed about all of the different Pokemon he’d get to choose from in 
exactly one year.

Cydnaquil, A powerful Fire-type? Or possibly Mudkip, A strong Water-
type. Maybe Piplup, Or Bulbasaur? Charmander or Chimchar?

He wished there was a psychic-type. He wanted a Pokemon with power 
that would match his own special powers- Psychic powers!

A knocking sound interrupted his thoughts. Somebody at the door, He 
thought. A few moments later, his Dad and Professor Cherrywood walked 
into the room. Professor Cherrywood was a family friend- Wesley had 
known her since when he first came to Sora town as a 3-month old. 

Of course, she was the only person besides his mom and dad to know 
about his special abilities. The young professor found it intriguing. 

So far, her research into it had not gone very far. She had not yet found 
a Pokemon with a psychic aura matching his, but Wesley knew she would 
keep trying. 

 “Hello, Wesley. May I talk to you?” She asked him.

“Okay,” He replied. He knew she’d want to talk in private, so he 
stepped into the hallway. Professor Cherrywood did the same.

“Do you think you are ready to receive a training license?”

Wesley had not been expecting this. After a few seconds, he replied, 
“Yes.”

“I’ve talked to your parents, and we agree that you should leave one 
year early.”

 “Why?” Wesley couldn’t help asking.

“We think you need to learn to control your powers as soon as possible, 
and this is a great way to do it.” She smiled at him.

Wesley nodded. It made sense. All at once, Excitement coursed through 
him.

His mother walked to him and handed him a lime green, watch-type 
gadget.

“It’s called a Poketch. It’s a training device. I think it will help you,” She 
explained.

Wesley grinned, strapping it to his wrist.

Then, it happened.

Professor Cherrywood’s teenage assistant, Zach, flung the door open and 
panted, “Rockets.”

“Huh?” Wesley blurted out.

“Rockets appeared at the town gate,” He said again, straightening 
himself.

 “What do they want?” The Professor replied.

 “Wesley.”