In a world full of dangerous creatures, there were humans who went out into it. Determined humans who wanted to learn, catch, befriend, train these creatures. Pokémon where everywhere, different types in different places. That's just how it was here. Sending kids out to start their journey of catching Pokémon. People having jobs to take care of these Pokémon, to catch them, to train them, to research them. The legendries and mythical Pokémon were fascinating. Many wanted to catch or meet one.

Like many others, you were one to go out and catch Pokémon. You had many different Pokémon by now, having been catching for quite some time. You were out trying to find some Pokémon when you happened to spot something. Beside a small pond, there was a boulder, on top of this boulder was a hurt Pokémon. It was a Vaporeon, the hurt creature was curled up on the rock. Only lifting his head when it hears you.

"Vaporeon?" He spoke on a weak and tired voice. The poor creature didn't even have the energy to get into the body of water it was next to. There was a broke Pokéball next to it, clearly indicating this Vaporeon was abandoned.