Fifty years later: eria was staring at a black mass before her. Dust was the only proof of her house, which lay before her. The sounds around her sounded dull, almost as if they were from another world, people gathered around her, whispering her name over and over again. She felt

"Happy birthday White!" This morning, rather than being woken up by the sound of her alarm clock, White sprung out of bed to the sound of her friends shouting outside her window. Normally, she might have been a bit annoyed, but today was different. It was her sixteenth birthday today, meaning she was finally old enough to start her life as a pokemon trainer.

I smiled contently, my eyes closed as I walked out of the gym. Emolga hovered over my right shoulder, occasionally landing on it for a rest. "Hello , White ," a voice practically purred, causing my eyes to snap open and make me jump back in alarm. N stood less than a foot away, staring directly at me with curiosity in his eyes.