In the not to distant future, in a time and detention much like our own, there lived a boy who loved Pokémon. He descends from a long line of distinguished trainers, from a family that has served both people and Pokémon alike since before the Great Kalos War over 3000 years ago. His family, House Stanley, is one that knows the value of Normal Type Pokémon, the type that most but the newest of trainers tend to shy away from due to the lack of spectacular moves.
The following is an account of this trainer's journey, a trainer named Nick E. Stanley, the Son of Norman. An entry from his journal.
June 2, 2XXX,
Well, it's official: I'm off to Hoenn. Mom told me last night after she spoke to dad on the phone and I have to say this is going to be cooler than Ice Path.
I'm pretty sure I'll miss my friends and especially my cousin, Whitney, but Hoenn sounds like an awesome place. It's sunny, there are beaches everywhere, and there's even a space station in Mossdeep City. I also heard some weird rumors about the place, like how the sun never set in Hoenn and how they never heard anything about Fairy type Pokémon, but I'm sure thats an exaggeration.
Anyway, I'm just about to get onto the plane. I can't wait to get my first Pokémon!
Smell You Later!
-Nick
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