A young man, callow and foolish in innocence, came to own a sword. With it, he smote Pokémon, which gave sustenance, with carefree abandon. Those not taken as food, he discarded, with no afterthought...

The following year, no Pokémon appeared... Larders grew bare... The young man, seeking the missing Pokémon, journeyed afar. Long did he search, and far and wide, too, until one he did find. Asked him, "Why do you hide?" To which the Pokémon replied...

"If you bear your sword to bring harm upon us, with claws and fangs, we will exact a toll. From your kind we will take our toll, for it must be done. Done it must be to guard ourselves and for it, I apologise..."

To the skies, the young man shouted his dismay

"In having found the sword, I have lost so much... Gorged with power, I grew blind to Pokémon being alive... I will never fall savage again. This sword I denounce and forsake. I plead for forgiveness, for I was but a fool..."

So saying, the young man hurled the sword to the ground, snapping it

Seeing this, the Pokémon disappeared to a place beyond seeing, making the vowel, that if a Pokémon comes to harm by the hands of a human, they would attack brutally and heartlessly...

"Wow... Sinnoh really is the region of myths, legends and evolution..." the trainer murmured as he read the myth aloud. He looked to the side, studying the picture; a Pokémon confronted the man, however they were hidden within the shadows. The trainer only pulled a face, wondering what Pokémon it could possibly be, before he closed the book and shoved it into his backpack. As he did, he pulled out his badge case and shined his three badges with a grin

"Get ready VeilstoneCity, Emile be coming for ya!" Emile chuckled to himself as he put his badge case away, slinging his bag over his shoulders before he hit the road once more. He had travelled the lands of Kanto, Johto and Hoenn, but Sinnoh ground he had never tread before until now. He was more than ready to take on all gyms, take on the league, and if lucky enough, take on the Elite Four and Champion. Emile looked to the rising sun in the distance, the distant city glimmering in the distance. Emile grinned as he broke into a run, eager to reach his destination

"Veilstone, here I-!" Emile halted mid-sentence as he skidded to a stop, seeing a small speck in the distance. He squinted, getting a better look at this speck to see it was a Pokémon flying towards him. It came at blinding speed, however slowed once it approached Emile. Without even glimpsing at his Poke-Dex, he knew the Pokémon that had approached him was a Staraptor, a large one at that, and one who domed a worried look. It squawked in utter distress. Emile stood back a moment, hoping to not be attacked by the Staraptor

"Hey, what's wrong, buddy?" he asked it. "Did you lose your trainer? Are you a stray? Are you hurt?" The Staraptor only looked upon Emile, before it spread its wings and began to fly once more, heading off the path. Speechless yet concerned, Emile took off, following the predator Pokémon until he reached what seemed to be a ranch of sorts. At the front was a simple and small two-storey house, and at the back, a large, grassy field fenced off, delving deep into a small forest. Keeping his eye on Staraptor, Emile jumped the fence and found a large horde of Pokémon of all species surrounding something in the middle. As Emile approached, the Pokémon all turned to him with the same worried look and gave way to him for him to see what concerned them. Emile gasped:

On the ground, lying unconscious, was a young, middle-aged man with dark, messy violet hair tied up in a rush. Without examining the man any more, Emile rushed up to him and kneeled down, shaking him

"Sir, are you OK?" he shouted. "Sir, can you hear me?!"

... No reply

Emile felt his wrist for a pulse and breathed a faint sigh of relief to feel he had one, though it was faint. Wasting no time and with the help of the Pokémon, Emile transported the man back into his home and laid him gently on the couch, fetching him a pillow and blanket, before he dialled help. As his phone dialled the number, Emile looked down upon the young man, tossing and turning in his sleep, distressed. Emile gave him a worried look as someone finally picked up on the other side

"Hello? Nurse Joy of Veilstone City Pokémon Centre, how may I help you?" Despite her calming, soothing voice, Emile couldn't help but stutter in panic

"N-Nurse Joy, we have a SERIOUS p-problem!"