N had always felt different. From a young age, he understood Pokemon better than anyone, being able to communicate with them. But N had been hit by a revelation, from a Pokemon trainer, that maybe his origins were different.

As he looked at his own reflection in his mirror, N saw something else. His form seemed to quiver, his sharp green eyes, being slitted amber ones. His delicate hands, being dark claws. His flowing green hair being a wisp of crimson mane.

“N-No…” He stumbled back, knocking the side of his table. It was a trick, a hallucination. Was he ever a human in the first place. He couldn’t possibly be a Pokemon, he had lived a human life. Right?