Should I or should I not? Eh, why not? Hello, reviewers! Since I left you hanging oh so evilly in Leaf Green, I am publishing THIS: The Adventure Saga: Enlightening the Soul. Yes, yes, I AM writing this while writing The Reality of Serenity, But these two stories do NOT happen at the same time. This takes place THREE years after The Beginning with Leaf Green, whereas The Reality of Serenity takes place five years.

If you are not confused, continue reading.

Amy47101 does not own pokémon.

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The Adventure Saga

Enlightening the Soul

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Some say that some souls are to dark to be fixed, whereas others are brightened with so much light that they must give it to others.

That's what Lyra Kotone believes about herself. Brighter than all the rest, even in the darkest of times. That's all she has to believe about herself. There were so many obvious flaws in this fourteen-year-old teenager that sometimes it was hard to look past them.

First off, she was a terrible liar, which can be a good thing... except when friends beg her to cover their tracks. Secondly, 'klutz' could be her middle name. One would not believe how many times she fell tripping down her own stairs. Third, she was way to irresponsible, always loosing her pokégear or something of the sort. Fourth, she wasn't particularly good at, well, anything.

Her two closest friends, Ethan Hibiki and Krystal Quartz-or, Krys, as the serious tomboy insists upon being called- are both terrific at something. Ethan was almost an natural at breeding pokémon, which she did not find surprising, considering he spent half his fifteen-year-old lifetime with his grandparents who were both, surprise, surprise, breeders. Krys was an expert catcher. She trained by herself when she was younger, and thus knew the areas of pokémon inside and out. If someone wanted a shiny eevee, she could probably catch you a shiny eevee.

So the day Lyra Kotone received a letter from Prof. Elm that she was one of the chosen three to get a pokémon, well, ecstatic barely described how she felt. Someone wanted her to be a part of a huge project! She was needed for something!

Her excitement was quickly dashed, though, when rumors began filtering around small New Bark Town. He probably chose her because he had no others. She has no skills. Why would he possibly want her? She's to childish. To irresponsible. To immature. Even her own mother expressed her concerns: I just don't feel my daughter is ready for this. I may ask the professor to call off the suggestion...

She was fourteen for Arceus' sake! Lyra knew she may be a bit childish to some people, but her overall goal was to bring light and life into everyone's life. She was just a happy person, and that was that.

What was so wrong with being happy?

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"I swear..." grumbled a woman as she waited patiently at the bottom of the stairs. "Lyra! Wake up, you're gonna be late!"

"I am up. Up and ready." a voice from the top of the stair said quietly. Slowly, Lyra began to walk down the stairs, wearing a red, long sleeved T-shirt with a white hood, a black tank top underneath. White socks went up to her thighs, a black band around the top, red sneakers on her feet. Her signature overalls finished off the outfit. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Lyra." her mother said as the young girl sat down to the breakfast bar. Placing a plate of food in front of her, her mother stared almost disapprovingly as her daughter ate. Lyra swallowed.

"Yeah?" the teenager asked, feeling the heavy gaze of her mother.

"Your pokégear came back from the shop today." immediately, Lyra's face brightened.

"Really?" her mother responded by sliding the pink device across the counter to an eagerly awaiting Lyra.

"Krystals and Ethans numbers are already in there, as are mine, and please," she watched in amazement as Lyra quickly scooped up, grabbing her yellow bag and her big white marshmellow hat, shoving it on her head, all at the same time. Soon she was up and out the door, her mother shouting the last words behind her. "Don't let it go through the washer again!"

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The fifteen-year-old redhead stared into the window, smirking behind his mask as he observed the professor busy himself with research, leaving the rare pokémon unattended. As much as he hated the dreaded mask on his face, he had to keep it on if he planned on following his plan. Slowly, he eased the window open slipping in with his Sneasel, unnoticed.

Slowly, he eased himself along the wall, quiet, careful to conceal his presence in the shadows. He glanced at his Sneasel for a quick look to see if the pokémon he stole oh so long ago wasn't going to back out on him now. Of course, he knew she wouldn't. He trained her to be obedient, to follow his every order.

Over the hustle and bustle of working lab assistants, the boy eased himself so that he was hanging over the lights lining the ceiling, the only way to catch him was if someone looked up. Which was unlikely. Right over the starters, her slowly unfolded himself and began to lower his hand towards them. Just a little closer...

"Prof. Elm~!" a female voice rang out, cutting off his attempt. Scowling and muttering a silent curse, he went back to his original position over the lights, hidden and out of sight. Silently cursing, he studied the individual who walked in. A brunette girl with pigtails, brown eyes, and a ridiculous marshmellow hat jogged in, panting, but smiling nonetheless. "Hey! I'm here!"

"Hi, Lyra! I've been waiting for you!" Prof. Elm exclaimed, bushing his glasses up his nose. The boy took this in for a second. Lyra. What was she doing here? "Do you know anything about my research? As you know, Pokémon are carried in Poké Balls these days. But before Poké Ball was invented, people used to walk with Pokémon. Just like your friend Ethan does!"

The redheaded thief scowled. Walking with your pokémon? It screams weak. Pokéballs were invented to lock up pokémon. Why lock them up if you're going to let them out and walk with you?

"Poké Balls are great because you can carry many Pokémon." Prof. Elm continued. "But walking with Pokémon must have some advantages. It could have something to do with how Pokémon grow or evolve..." he trailed off thoughtfully.

"And maybe it could make you better friends with your pokémon!" Lyra exclaimed excitedly. Again the Masked Teen rolled his eyes. Weak.

"Exactly! So I'm going to give you a Pokémon! Can you walk beside this Pokémon, outside of its Pokéball, to see if this brings any special feelings or bonds between Pokémon and people? The device over there has some Pokémon you could choose from..." he gestured towards the three pokéballs on the panel. The teenager scowled. She was what all the rumors of trainers was? She was supposed to receive a pokémon and a pokédex? He snapped his head back to attention as Lyra walked up to the panel, eyeing the the pokéballs curiously.

"Um... Geez, it's such a hard choice. I guess I'll..." she closed her eyes, covering them with the palm of her left hand, reached out, and choose a pokéball at random. The masked boy nearly lost his precariously balanced position. She was choosing at random? No consideration? No thinking of the future? Nothing? What in the name of Arceus was wrong with this girl? "Choose you!" she tossed the pokéball in the air, releasing... whatever she choose from the inside.

"Chik-a!" Chikorita cried happily. Immediately, Lyra's face lit up.

"You're adorable!" she cried, reaching out to pet its head. "I'm Lyra, Chikorita!"

"Arceus..." the teenager thought. "So giddy... Is she trying to make her pokémon weak?!"

"So you like Chikorita, the grass type?" Prof. Elm asked. Lyra turned to him, beaming.

"Yes! I love... uh..."

"Her." Prof. Elm said.

"Yeah, I love her! We'll be great friends, right, Chikorita?"

"Chik-a!" Chikorita cried happily.

"So, how do you like walking with your Pokémon? It's not bad, is it? Now- Oh, hey! I got an email!" hie eyes scanned over the page, taking in the information "... Hm... Uh-huh... OK..." while he read, Chikorita glanced up, straight at the boy. He grimaced, as Lyra turned her gaze upwards as well. Her eyes widened, and then her mouth open in horror. No doubt because of the mask on his face. He hated the mask, but he had to keep it on. Slowly, she closed her mouth, swallowed, and turned her head down. Was she going to alert the professor...?

"Listen," Prof. Elm said, turning back to her. "I have this acquaintance that people call Mr. Pokémon. He keeps finding weird things and raving about his discoveries. Anyway, I just got an email from him saying that this time it's real. It's probably another Pokémon Egg, but we're still so busy with our Pokémon research... Wait! I know! You can go in our place, right? Can we count on you?"

"O-Of course!" Lyra exclaimed. "No need to worry!"

"Excellent!" Prof. Elm cried, not noticing that she was blatantly lying. The masked boy nearly slammed his head into the ceiling. Was the professor that trusting or just stupid? But then again... he did leave his windows unlocked and rare pokémon sitting out in the open... "How do you like walking with your Pokémon? It's not bad, is it?"

"It's great!" Lyra exclaimed.

"You can take her all the way to Mr. Pokémon's house. If your Pokémon gets hurt... You should heal it with this machine. It's so easy to use. Just check the PC on my desk! Mr. Pokémon goes everywhere and finds rarities. His house is past Cherrygrove City. Go north a little past Cherrygrove. I'm counting on you."

"Like I said, no need to worry!" exclaimed Lyra, shooting a quick glance back up at him and his sneasel. He stiffened, but didn't move. As quick as she came in though, she left, not saying a word about him.

He let out a low sigh of relief as the lab door slid shut behind her. Slowly, he uncurled himself from his positioning, getting ready to snatch the pokémon he wanted, but stopped as a burst of pain exploded through his abdomen. He hissed, retreating to his original position over the lighting once again. Slowly, he brought a black gloved hand up to his waist, feeling a sticky liquid stain through his jacket. He let out a low growl of irritation. The painkillers were wearing out...

"Guess I'll have to do this the old fashioned way..." he muttered to his Sneasel, pulling a smoke ball out of his pocket. "So much for 'little to no distraction'..."

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"Finally! We made it, Chikorita!" Lyra exclaimed as she looked at the mailbox marked 'Mr. Pokémon' on the side. After the long journey of dealing with Guide Gent, trainers, and a seriously sad and lonely man, Lyra gained some items, but also lost some time. From guide Gent, she got the map app for her pokégear, and the trainers, some traveling money. From the sad and lonely man, she received a strange stone that shined brilliantly.

Regardless, she was at her destination, and she couldn't be happier. She reached up and knocked on the door.

No answer. She reached out and rang the doorbell.

Again, no answer.

"What the-"

"Ah, hello!" a sharply dressed man said, opening the door with a goofy grin. "You must be the girl Prof. Elm was talking about! Come in, come in!" Lyra nodded happily, following after the man. As the door shut behind her, she was careful to step of the computer cables strewn carelessly across the floor.

"Who was at the door?" another elderly man asked from the table, sipping absentmindedly at his tea. Mr. Pokémon ignored him for a moment, carefully carrying his discovery over to Lyra.

"This is what I want Prof. Elm to examine." he said, gently passing the object to Lyra. Lyra took it, and let out a small gasp as a burst of cold went across her hands. It was an egg. A yellow egg with a black blotch on the front that was outlined with red. "I got it from a group of friends... I was intrigued, so I sent mail to Prof. Elm. For Pokémon evolution, Prof. Elm is the authority. Even Prof. Oak here recognizes that. If my assumption is correct, Prof. Elm will know it."

"Wait, Prof. Oak?!" exclaimed Lyra, momentarily looking away from the egg and up at the man across the table. Said man turned, letting out a chuckle.

"Aha! So you're Lyra! I'm Samuel Oak! A Pokémon researcher. I was just visiting my old friend émon, but I heard you were running an errand for , so I waited here." he took noticed of the Chikorita sitting next to Lyra. "Oh! What's this? A rare Pokémon! Let's see…" he picked up Chikorita, holding her for a moment, almost as if examining her. "Hm, I see! I understand why gave you a Pokémon for this errand. To researchers like and I, Pokémon are our friends."

"Of course!" Lyra exclaimed. "I feel the same way!" Prof. Oak laughed.

"He saw that you would treat your Pokémon with love and seem to be dependable. How would you like to help me out?"

"Sure!" Lyra said, never one to refuse a request. Prof. Oak pulled out a sleek red device, passing it to her. Lyra stared at it curiously.

"See? This is the latest version of Pokédex. It automatically records data on Pokémon you've seen or caught. It's a hi-tech encyclopedia! I want you to go and meet many kinds of Pokémon and complete that Pokédex!" he let out an exasperated sigh. "But I've stayed too long. I have to get to Goldenrod for my usual radio show. Lyra, I'm counting on you!" he said, walking out the door. Lyra sat for a moment before hopping up.

"I've gotta get back to Prof. Elm!" she exclaimed. She got up, careful not to drop the egg, and reached out to her hand in an offering handshake towards Mr. Pokémon. "I'm sure Prof. Elm will be interested in this!" The older man accepting the handshake heartily.

"Anytime lass!" he laughed, sending her off. As soon as Mr. Pokémon shut the door behind her, her pokégear rang. Bringing it from her bag, she stared at the number curiously, not recognizing it.

"Hello?" she asked.

"H-Hello? Lyra?"

"Oh, Prof. Elm!" Lyra exclaimed. "I'm heading back now, see Mr. Pokémon-"

"Lyra, It's a disaster! Uh, um, it's just terrible! What should I do? It... Oh, no..." there was a long pause.

"Prof. Elm?!" Lyra exclaimed, slightly alarmed by the franticness in his voice.

"Please get back here now!"

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Oooooh, cliffie on de first chapter! You can hate me. XD

Amy47101 signing off! ^.^