I regained consciousness in a strange place.
I was in a one-room building, not very uncommon for most cities in Sinnoh. The room was somewhat cramped, with a bed and table taking up most of the house. There was no television or lights, and the paint was peeling off of the walls. A fine layer of dust covered everything, and it looked as if nothing in the house had been touched for years.
I realized that I was lying on my side on a VERY old carpet. The dust had somehow remained undisturbed, but I knew that the slightest movement would send up clouds of it. Even so, I attempted to stand up.
As I stood, dust billowed up, just as I had expected. I felt very tired, as if I had just spent the entire day doing hard labor. All that I wanted to do was go lie down on the bed in the corner of the room and go to sleep, no matter how much dust was on it. So that’s what I did. As I fell asleep, I felt something pull me deeper into unconsciousness.
I found myself on a small island covered in trees. A dark fog rolled over the island, shrouding the immediate area in shadows. The trees cast sinister-looking shadows onto the ground. And to add to it all, there appeared to be absolutely no moon.
It must be a new moon, I realized. It was the only logical explanation I could think of at this point. Despite my weariness and the most penetrating sense of danger in my gut, I began to forge on through the mist.
I kept low to the ground, crawling at first because the path was so rocky and bumpy. At some points, the trees completely obscured the path, and I was forced to squeeze between them to stay on the trail.
Eventually I made it into an area that followed the edge of a small cliff. It dropped for about ten feet into a bay of dark water. The water sloshed around without making a sound, as if the entire area had been plunged into silence. I could’ve sworn that just a second ago I could hear the chattering of Burmy, the rustling of the leaves in the trees, and all the other sounds of the forest. But now, it was as if my sense of dread had multiplied so much that it was literally clouding out all sound.
After getting around the bay, I noticed that the path seemed to simply vanish. It was there behind me, and I was standing on it now, but right ahead the trail disappeared. In front of me, about a meter away from where the trail ended, there was a small opening in the woods, just big enough for me to walk through comfortably.
After several minutes of walking through the woods, I heard a small noise to my left, and looked. Staring at me quietly and with interest, there was a Shedninja. It simply floated without a care in the world, but I was happy that it hadn’t been facing the other direction. There were rumors, mainly because of the strange myths in the PokeDex, that if you looked into the hollow in a Shedninja’s back, you would have your soul stolen away. After a few seconds of the Pokemon watching me, it silently disappeared into the woods.
I continued walking through the creepy woods, with a hand on my Poke-Balls at all times. In the darkness I stumbled over a log, and got sent flying straight into a small clearing.
I landed on my face, my nose, which had taken the full impact of the fall, screaming out in agony as I got slowly to my feet. There was considerably more fog here, enough to make it so that I couldn’t see into the woods around me at all. There was a small pond to my left, implying that it had rained very recently on this strange island.
I looked forwards, and what I saw was very surprising. The dark figure I had seen fighting with Cresselia earlier was floating several centimeters off the ground, watching me with a bored expression on its face. I took a few tentative steps towards the shadowy creature, which I supposed was a Pokemon, and took a good look at it. That’s when I realized what Pokemon I was looking at.
I hadn’t seen it at first, when the Pokemon had been stuck in a dangerous battle with Cresselia, but it was unmistakable now. Yes, there was a the blue eye and the smoke, and there were the red spikes sticking out around its head.
That Pokemon… It was Darkrai.
Hello, human, Darkrai said telepathically. I took a few surprised steps backwards, a look of astonishment on my face.
Why do you retreat? Darkrai asked, then let out a short telepathic chuckle. Ah, I see, human, it said. I suppose you find it strange that I’m speaking to you. Welcome to New Moon Island.
I cautiously took a few steps forward. “So, why did you bring me here?” I asked.
I’m here to thank you properly, of course, Darkrai said. After all, you did save me in that fight earlier.
“Well, um,” I stammered, still in shock that I was having a conversation with a Pokemon. “It-it was nothing, I suppose.”
Ah, you humans and your modesty, Darkrai said. I never get tired of hearing it.
Anyways, human, Darkai continued. Nothing or not, I still have to reward you for your bravery. I will give you two things.
“What are these two things?” I asked suspiciously.
The first is a team of Pokemon to help you, hand-chosen by me and given some of my powers, Darkrai responded. The second, I’ll let you figure out, human.
“Wait, what?” I asked, but received no response as Darkrai raised a hand and blackness enveloped my mind.