Pudge was really beginning to wish that he hadn't taken Slip's dare...
Azelf had traveled for thousands of miles and met many different Pokemon. In every town and village he had been driven out. He had never found a home, and he feared that Treasure Town would be the same.
Have you ever danced with a Darkrai in the pale moonlight?
These are the tales that are told around the tables in the Café Na Rigara and the Radiant Star. These stories make up the foundations and background of the City.
When we choose, we need to be aware of every consequence. Some choices are the right ones, but bring undesirable results. Other choices are not the best, and yet, the apparent results are ones we want. My friends, keep this in mind as I relate the story of a choice, one that shook the dunes of time and rippled the rivers of space.
She was searching for the fulfillment of a dream. Maybe then, she could feel some sort of absolution...
Once upon a time… Naw, that's too cliché. This is the story… Nope, that won't work. What could I do? I seem to have run out of beginnings. Perhaps… it is time to pull a different tactic. Let's pull back the curtain on a rainy day. This day, sometime in May, was a turning point in our protagonist. Here we go.
In 'Rhythm of the Night,' we heard about Glacia the Froslass who had suffered heartache. What was that heartache? This is the story of Glacia's heartache.
I used to work for Cityworks. It's... not the most romantic, or comedic, or epic, or any other kind of story. But... it is my story. Do you want to hear it? I hope so. I'm heading to the Café Na Rigara for a cheri au lait. If you want to come along, I won't mind. To tell the truth, I'm out of cash…
You may know me as the owner of the Sylveon Grocers. But what you may not know is that I have a sister. This is the story of Emily, my adopted sister, and her eventual destiny. Please sit back and listen as I weave a tale of mystery, music, and, of course, mangoes.
A shadow, lost in dreams of the moon, huddled underneath the awning of the Café Na Rigara, hoping that someone would help...
Everything has a heart. But what if you're a man-made Pokemon? It may be a crystal heart made of ones and zeroes, but you still have one. ...Right?
How could he, an uncivilized Pokemon from the forest, be any sort of friend? Why did she think of him as... a hero?
He had promised he'd be home soon. That was a year ago. Where was he?
The story of Xerneas and Yveltal spans aeons upon aeons, and their interactions have changed with time. Will you follow me? I have a story to tell, but to tell it I must start at the beginning, before Xerneas and Yveltal were called to creation and destruction. It will be rocky. It will be confusing. But I promise that you will understand what I have to say by the time I finish.
She was perfect, flawless, breathtaking, and beautiful. He was just a dirty, scrawny, dusty Scraggy. There was no way he could become her friend. There was no way he could become more.
Agnes couldn't figure out why she wasn't happy. It wasn't her family situation. She had figured that out, at least. But at school, Agnes found out what it was: she hated her name.
Mayor Winston Winslow Washington III was a fat, pompous, arrogant soul. At least, that's what the inhabitants of the City said. Then one Christmas, many strange things happened to him...
For a Pokemon with a weapon on its back, finding love is like searching for a piece of hay in a stack of needles.
What happens when the angel you asked for... isn't quite an angel?