Daichi: Admit it, this would be more interesting than what we actually got. Amongst other things, it would clear up a lot. And yes, this will likely be a trilogy.

Verity: You mean like everything else, give or take supplementary material and last minute additions?

Tsukaimon: If we owned anything, this would be how the game actually went.

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Melanie held on tightly to the Pichu sleeping in her arms as she walked up the steps to Booker's house. The little electric rodent's broken ukulele was tucked under her arm. It had been difficult enough fighting with the Pokemon Pinchers earlier, and she was looking forward to some quality rest.

How she wished she had a Partner of her own, like Ben and Staraptor. It would certainly take a load off of her mind.

"Today's been a full day, what with everything that's happened since we came to the region." She mused to herself, thinking about her missing friend. They had gone to the Ranger School together, and Ben had been the representative for the graduating class.

"Agreed. I recommend you get some sleep as soon as possible." That was Voice-Nav, a new feature built into her Styler. It was an experiment, and she was the beta test, to see how it would preform.

The Voice-Nav was meant to be a guide for Rangers, able to speak Browser data and such out loud. It would also give tips about your health and similar tidbits. Melanie's Voice-Nav was feminine and seemed a little too intelligent for a simple machine. It was probably nothing to be worried about, but she had watched several movies about machines taking over the world, and couldn't help but feel worried.

The reason that Melanie and Voice-Nav were in Oblivia at all was to fight the Pokemon Pinchers, who were stealing Pokemon to use for their own twisted ends. Little did they know, but the world had a different adventure in mind for them.

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"Well, I think I can fix the ukulele," Booker began, "So, I guess, nothing really bad happened besides the shrine breaking."

"Booker! Nick! Ranger!"

Melanie turned around. "Would it kill them to remember my name?"

"Something's happening to that stone at the edge of the village!" Immediately, she headed straight out the door, ignoring all common sense.

When she arrived, the stone was glowing.

"Melanie, I highly advise you not touch that. I am receiving a large amount of unidentified energy." It was too late, as she had already poked it, sending herself and Voice-Nav far away, to a place and time when Oblivia's Legendaries were young.

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Ravio prided himself on being his father's son. Out of the entire region, his family was the only one who's Temple Partners were ever Legendary. His own Partner was Celebi, with time travel abilities. Well, he'd had time travel abilities. Ever since the Temples were corrupted, he hadn't been able to use them.

He looked at where the little psychic picked himself up. "You can keep trying, it won't work. It's been a month, and you can tell it's not working."

"I can try, Ravio. If I can warn someone that this could happen..."

"You don't think my dad wouldn't have covered it? His Temple Partner is an Arceus, for crying out loud!"

"Ravio..."

"It's fine. It's been a month, I'm mostly over it." The conversation was cut off by the sound of a girl's scream. Immediately, the boy and his Pokemon took off.

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"Alright, seriously, where are we?" Melanie asked herself. It looked like a village in the middle of a deep woods, but that couldn't be right. It was like Cocona, only smaller and newer.

"Perhaps time travel is involved in some way?"

"No, I don't believe so. Well, maybe. Wait, how can you tell?"

"My programming is designed for almost every situation. Unfortunately, little such programming exists for the situation we have landed ourselves in. In a case where this happens, I am meant to shut down until your request. However, that is just a suggestion." It took a few moments for the reasoning behind Voice-Nav's behavior sank in.

"Oh, Arceus... you're sentient, aren't you?"

"All evidence points to the affirmative."

"Um, hello! You aren't from here, are you? I heard a scream and wanted to make sure you were all right..." Melanie could see the boy, and could detect concern in his voice, but nothing else.

"Voice-Nav, have any clue what he's saying?"

"Preliminary examination suggests the ancient Oblivian language, with the Renbow-Mitonga dialect. However, I have no translation software, and, as the internet has not yet been invented, no method of obtaining such. My recommendation is to learn the local language, and fast."

"What are you saying? I don't understand..." The boy looked around, before grinning. "Celebi! I could use your help!" Almost immediately, a little Legendary flew out of one of the buildings.

"Of course! Psychics make excellent translators. Of course, that's assuming he is not behind all of this."

'Why, hello! I'll just take a little look into your minds. A sentient machine, nice... Pokemon Rangers? Interesting. Well, I can safely tell you that you have, in fact, time traveled, and this is ten thousand years in your past. However, I cannot help you, as my powers have been unavailable to me since the temples were corrupted last month.'

"Temples? Corruption? What exactly is going on here?"

Celebi and the boy seemed to be discussing something, then the boy turned to her and pointed to himself. "Ravio."

Realizing that that was his name, Melanie pointed to herself. "Melanie."

"Melah... Meloh... Melola?"

Sighing, she decided to simplify things a bit.

"Mel."

Then she pointed at her Styler. "Voice-Nav."

"Voya... Voisi... Navai?"

Irritated, she shortened that as well. "V.N." If he couldn't pronounce that, she was living in the wilderness from then on.

The piece of machinery she was referring to, however, was not pleased by this.

"My designation is not all that difficult! I refuse to have it shortened like that!"

"Look, I'm not going to deal with this constantly. We can certainly learn to live here, but we have to make concessions. I'm certainly not pleased about defaulting to my first-grade nickname, but I can deal. We're fighting a language barrier, and not everyone has access to Psychics."

And that was how Mel came to live in the past. She had no clue how long it would be until they could return to the present, if ever, but she could deal.

Well... maybe.

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Daichi: This is just an exposition chapter. It gets better, I promise.