I have often wondered what this world would be like without the aid of pokemonsters...
They do everything for us, even the work we wont do.
And yet, we subject them to the pain of war.
They suffer while we gain fame.
We torture them with our pitiful battles.
We hurt them so we, as a human kind can show our dominance.
I am prepared to go into this world and fi---
A silver tear glazed the page as the young girl reading it broke down, after a few days of searching Lusia had found nothing but this torn page from an excerpt from her father's letter. At a young age Lusia's father had left her alone with her mother to go fight another pointle