Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

The alarm clock on the bedside table blared. The little Spark flung off his blanket and grinned. He reached out and slammed his little hand on the button, shutting up the clock. "Today's the day…" he mumbled. Spark hopped out of bed and hurried to his desk chair. Being 6, he didn't really have much use for a desk. Mostly it just held an over whelming amount of collectible Pokémon figures.

On the back of the chair were the clothes he laid out the night before. There was no way he was going to be late. Spark got dressed quickly; nearly running in the wall when he got his shirt stuck over his head. Once dressed he hurried down the hall to his father's room. Spark opened the door quietly and then took a few steps back.

"BONZIIII!" he dashed into the room and leaped on the bed, landing right on his dads back.

"OOF!" the older man grunted. This wasn't the first time he'd gotten this wake up call. In fact, Galvan had stopped setting his own alarm clock years ago. He yawned loudly. "Morn' Sparkster. Dressed already?"

"C'mon dad. We're gonna be late!" Spark hopped off and ran out towards the kitchen.

Spark pulled out one of the chairs and dragged it to the counter. Very carefully, he climbed up got the cereal from the cupboard. He set it down and then grabbed two bowls. One for him, and one for his dad. Spark set the table while his dad got dressed and even began measuring out the coffee. Granted he wasn't doing too hot on that second part. Luckily his dad had just turned the corner into the kitchen. Galvan picked Spark up off the chair mid scoop and set the little boy on the floor. He traded the scoop for milk and tried not worry about the mess.

Spark plopped down at the table and poured himself some cereal. It took both hands to pour the milk. He shoveled the sugary breakfast into his mouth; hardly stopping to breath. He finished lighting fast and zoomed to put his dishes in the sink.

"All done." he said excitedly. "Can we go now?"

"Nearly ready… ah there we go." Hot coffee began pouring into Galvan's travel mug. He knew today was not a day for a nice relaxing cup of coffee. "Alright buddy, go get your shoes on and meet me at the fence."

"Okay!" Spark hurried to front door where all the shoes were piled haphazardly. He dug around for a bit until he found his favorite pair and slid them on. Once he had them tied, he burst out the front door. The sun was only about half way over the horizon but the valley was already up and moving. Spark went to the little white fence that surround his house and gazed at everything just beyond it.

They were one of a few families that were lucky enough to live in this quiet place. The valley was protected all around by tall mountains and a ring of trees that held all sorts of Pokémon. Every time they had to go into town, Spark would get lost sometimes just watching the little creatures. Being that his dad was a Pokémon breeder, the two of them spent hours at this little hobby. Often times they would forget why they set out to town in the first place.

A few people passed by, waving at Spark as they did. They were all heading to the cliff. Spark began rocking back and forth on his heels. Standing still was something he could never do for long.

"Alright buddy, all ready." Galvan stepped down the porch, taking a big gulp of coffee.

"Lets go! I already saw some people heading over." The little boy whined. Galvan pushed up his sleeve and whistled.

"Hmm looks like we got some competition for good seats. Wanna see if Sai will give us a ride?"

Spark's eyes practically sparkled at the idea. He dashed around to the back of the house where a large Arcanine was curled up asleep. The back yard belonged to this lovable Pokémon and had always belonged to him as long as Spark could remember. Sai wasn't technically his dad's; he's never been in a battle or a pokéball in his entire life. He was more like a friend who lived with them and was occasionally let them ride on his back. Spark skidded to a halt in front of the snoring beast, it's fluffy fur moving in the breeze. He place one hand behind its ear and began to scratch. Sai huffed, his back leg beginning to twitch. He slowly opened his eyes and yawned. Spark giggled. The fur on one side of Sai's face was smooshed. The Arcanine responded by licking the side of Spark's face, making his hair stand up on one side.

"You two are matching." Galvan chuckled. He strode over to his friend and rubbed his head. "So, how 'bout it buddy? Wanna give us a ride?"

Sai answered by standing and stretching. He barked happily.

"Sounds like a yes. Alright Sparkster, you first…" Galvan picked up his son and situated him on the Arcanine's back. Spark grabbed a hand full of soft fur in front of him and got ready. After Galvan chugged the rest of his coffee, he hopped on and did the same. "Got a good hold?" he asked.

"Yep. Lets go!" Spark said impatiently. The magic words were spoken. Sai crouched and leaped over the little fence. The three of them were off, staying close to the dirt path that lead to the cliff. Spark whooped and laughed as they soared through the tall grass. Sai howled along having just as much fun as the little boy. It took mere minutes to pass everyone Spark saw walk by his house. He waved at them as they passed and giggled as they waved back. Soon the ring of trees popped up in front of them. Sai didn't slow down a bit as they dove into the trees. Spark stopped hollering, concentrating on keeping all his limbs as close to the Pokémon as possible. Sai expertly weaved his way between the trees. That's the advantage to having a wild Pokémon as a friend. They have a crazy amount of experience that some never get.

The three burst out of the trees. Sai planted his front paws in the dirt, slowing himself down to a trot. Spark's spikey blond hair was pushed all the way back, a smile glued to his face. Galvan slid off, a silly child-like grin on his face as well. Spark hopped into his dad's arms.

"That was the best!" he laughed.

"Don't tell me, tell Sai." He put his son down, facing the Arcanine.

Spark hugged Sai, his little arms nowhere near wrapping around all that fluff. "Thanks Sai. That was awesome."

Sai barked happily and nuzzled the little boy. He licked the side of his face once more before turning around and heading back into the forest. After all, they only asked for a ride there and not one back. Spark turned his attention to the cliff, back to the real event of the day. He hurried to the side, careful not to get too close.

"When are they coming dad?" he asked.

"Should be-" he glanced at his watch again. "15 minutes or so? They usually pass over here before the sun is fully up."

Spark looked over to the east, the sun blinding him for a second. It was more than halfway over the horizon by this point, but still not fully risen. The little boy crossed his legs and plopped down on the ground. Behind him, other people began to emerge from the forest. Adults and kids alike, everyone was up early to see this annual event. Galvan greeted everyone merrily, making conversation here and there. But Spark was too preoccupied with waiting. He rested his elbows against his knees and began tugging on his shoe laces. He untied them, and then retied them. Over and over just to keep moving. He glanced back at his dad who just said soon. Spark frowned, feeling like soon wasn't even soon at all. It had really only been a few minutes, but to an excited little boy like him, minutes felt like days. Just as he was about to pout, a little glimmer caught his eye. Spark squinted, blocking out the annoying sun with his hand. He jumped up and turned round to everyone.

"There they are!" he shouted. Everyone quieted and turned to look where he was pointing. Sure enough, in the distance were thousands of glistening wings. Murmurs of excitement trickled throughout the crowd. Spark's hands were trembling. It was amazing he wasn't jumping around the trees at this point. When they were in sight, Spark reached up and clutched his father's hand.

The sky was filled with thousands of Butterfree, all returning home after a long time away. The air around the crowed was suddenly pulsing with tons of different wings beating. The blue sky was impossible to see with all of them flying overhead. And for a moment, it felt as though you were flying with them. Galvan lifted his son off the ground and put him on his shoulders so Spark was right in the action. He lifted his hands and reached for them; feeling them graze his fingertips every so often. One Butterfree turned around after flying by, staring curiously at the little boy. Spark smiled and waved. The Butterfree made it's cute little trill and circled the boy and his father before rejoining the group. Just as quickly as they came, the Butterfree had all passed; continuing they journey beyond the valley.

The crowed that had gathered to watch their return let out a collective breath. There was a moment of silence before some started laughing. The spell was broken and everyone went on to take about the wonderful event they had all witnessed. Like Spark, this was the first time for some of them. But for others, lots of the adults, this was something they had been waking up early for for years.

Spark stared after the Butterfree until they were nothing but a haze over the trees. Galvan tugged on his leg, getting his attention.

"So what'd you think, Spark?" he asked.

"That was…" young Spark tried to think of a good word. He didn't really know many words to describe something so amazing. Awesome or cool just didn't seem to cut it. He frowned, thinking.

Galvan chuckled. "Yeah, I didn't know what to say the first time either."

"Grandpa took you, right?"

"Yep. When I was just a little older than you." Galvan began following the crowd back to the trees. This time they got a nice leisurely stroll through the woods.

"Why do the Butterfree go away in the first place?"

"They go away for winter. They don't like the cold."

"Why don't they just wear jackets like us?"

"Because then they wouldn't be able to fly. Could you imagine a Butterfree wearing your winter jacket?"

Spark imagined it and decided that it was good answer. He moved on to other questions.

"Dad? How do the Butterfree know when to comeback? Last year it was cold all the way to March, but this year it's already warm. How do they know?"

"Hmm, I guess they just follow their instincts."

The little boy frowned. "Instincts?"

"Yeah. They just know."

"But how?"

Galvan thought for a moment; trying to figure out the best way to explain something so abstract. "Well, how do you know the best way to wake up Sai without making him grumpy?"

"I don't know, I just know."

"That's exactly how the Butterfree know when to come home. They just know. They get a feeling, deep down and they follow it. They follow their instincts. Just like you do with Sai."

"I don't get it." He frowned.

"Not a lot of people do. That's why we study Pokémon. To understand more about them. And sometimes we find out things about ourselves too."

"Like how you found out you were in love with mama?"

"Yes." Galvan slowed down as memories began to flow back into his mind. "I knew your mom for a long time before I realized that I loved her. It wasn't until we were studying the same region that I began to understand."

Spark rested his head against his dads, the same spikey blond hair sticking up and tickling his cheek. He gazed at the ground and tried to remember what his mother looked like. "Dad?"

"Hmm?"

"I miss her." he said. The picture of a pretty lady finally becoming clear in his mind.

"I do too, Sparkster." He said quietly. Sensing that his son was becoming more and more sad by the second, Galvan tried to think of something to cheer him up. "Hey, do you wanna come to work with me today? We've got some Ponyta were releasing back to the wild."

The offer was far too tempting for Spark to resist. "Oo! Yeah!"

"Alright, but first your dad needs a nap." As if to prove it, he yawned loudly.

"But I thought coffee was your wake up juice?" Spark tilted his head to the side.

"I need lots of coffee to wake up today." He sighed. Spark didn't really understand it, but he just rolled with it. After all, his dad did look a little sleepier than usually. The two strolled back to their house where Sai was once again passed out but this time on the porch. They shuffled past the sleeping Arcanine and went inside where Galvan immediately made his way to the couch. Spark stifled a laugh as his dad starting snoring as soon as he lay down. He pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and covered him with it. Something he figured out a long time ago was that it was nice to put a blanket on someone if their sleeping. He went back to the hall and kicked off his shoes before heading to his room. Even though he didn't feel tired, he lay down in his bed and closed his eyes.

As soon as they were closed, Spark saw Butterfree flying all around him again. This time, he was the only person on the cliff. A few of the bug Pokémon broke free from their procession and began circling around him. Round and round they went, their wings shining. Spark spun around with them until he became too dizzy to stand. He fell back but was caught before he hit the ground. The Butterfree had caught him and now they were hovering just above the ground with him on their backs. He laughed wildly as the Butterfree lifted him higher in the air, taking him home with them.

Spark climbed up the fence and watched the Ponyta run and play in the corral. In the center of them all was his dad and a few other people with food bags slung over their shoulders. Galvan waved to his son, who waved back with both hands almost falling off the fence at the same time. The Ponyta seemed completely at ease with the people in the corral, but stayed clear of Spark. It made him a little sad, seeing that he's never actually met one before, but his dad always taught him not to force anything when it came to Pokémon. They knew what they wanted, and when they wanted to meet him they'd let him know it.

After a few minutes, a few people appeared at the gates. Outside the tiny enclosure was the wide open valley, and beyond tons of fields for the Ponyta to run around play in. Spark swung his legs over and sat, his knees bouncing in excitement. Someone was counting down from 5. When they shouted 1, the people at the gates flung them open. The Ponyta rushed towards the exit, jumping and neighing happily. A few of them lingered around Galvan and the others, but the idea of freedom was far too exciting. Spark watched them go, a little sad. He knew how much his dad liked fire Pokémon.

Galvan jogged over to Spark, a huge smile on his face. "So what'd you think, Sparkster?"

"That was so cool." He was still watching them go. "Do they ever come back?"

"Sometimes. There's a Ninetails we knew as a Vulpix that still visits. It all depends on the Pokémon."

Spark nodded, a serious expression on his face. "I wanna raise Pokémon someday. Like you do, dad."

"I know buddy, and one day you will. Now c'mon it's lunch time."

Spark climbed down a little awkwardly and followed his dad inside the large building. This place was a lab and a workplace for many different types of people. Researchers, breeders, nurses and doctors alike all there to share and learn about Pokémon. The valley was such a prime place for studying because there were so many different types close by. Plenty of grass and bug types in the forest, the lake over to the south was home to all sorts of water types, and the mountains in the distance were practically bursting with rock and fighting types. It was kind of ridiculous how perfect it was. Spark ate lunch with all his dad's coworkers, going on and on about the Butterfree migration that morning. Some of them had even been there to witness it. Every time Spark hung around with these people, he loved to pick their brains about all the things they knew about Pokémon. But for some reason, everyone seemed a little less eager to talk.

Soon, the two of them were alone at the table. Everyone else he left shortly after scarfing down their food. Galvan fluffed up Sparks hair and collected their plates. "Want me to walk you home?" he asked.

"Nah, I'll be fine on my own." He shrugged. Home was only 5 minutes away.

"Alright. Stay on the path, and call when you get home." He walked with Spark to the big sliding doors. "See ya in a few hours."

"Yep, bye dad!" Spark hopped down the steps two at a time and began his trek back home. He circled the now empty corral and kind of hoped that a Ponyta had wandered back by now. Today was only second time he'd seen them before. Seeing as there was nothing, he kind of got a little grumpy. The road home was surrounded by nothing but grass. There wasn't even the occasional tree to decorate his walk. Spark stuck his hands in his pockets and sighed.

All the sudden there was a curious sound. Kind of like rocks being banged together. Spark looked around and saw a group of boys huddled in the tall grass. He knew the boys and honestly wasn't too fond of them. They were a few years older and were never kind enough to let him join in their games. Spark walked faster to avoid them when he heard the sound again. There was a flurry of laughter from the boys. The sound seemed kind of different now. His first guess was wrong and when he got closer to the boys, he realized just what they were doing.

"C'mon, hit it harder!" one of them shouted.

"Here let me try!"

"No, you're not strong enough!"

Spark bounded off the path and tried to push the other boy's out of the way. "What are you doing?! That's a Pokémon egg! Your gonna break it!"

"Get lost, Spork." One of the boys jeered. He shoved back the little boy, but Spark didn't give up. He circled around the other side and tried again.

"Stop being mean to it!" he cried.

One of the boys, a gangly thing with big ears, spun around and grabbed Spark by the collar. "Didn't you hear 'im? Get lost. This ain't got nothing to do with you." He tossed him aside like he was nothing but a rag doll. Spark got up quickly and ran at the boy, knocking him into one of his friends. The boy, Davis he suddenly remembered, turned around slowly with a furious look.

"What do you thin' you're doin'?" he spoke slowly, standing up tall. Spark stretched and tried to look as brave as possible. Unfortunately when a six year old tries to look fierce, he usually just looks silly. Davis cracked his knuckles while the other boys sniggered behind him. Spark glanced at the egg. Davis lunged, his fist raised. Quick as a Fearrow, Spark ducked underneath his arms and dove towards the egg. There was no way he could carry it off with all the other boys standing around, but he could protect it from them. Spark wrapped his arms and legs around the egg just in time to for someone to kick him right in the side. Egged on by Davis, the rest of the boys suddenly started pounding on Spark. But he held on fast to the egg, taking every hit that would have been meant for it. He gritted his teeth as that he wouldn't shout and waited for it to be over.

"Get off of him!" A new voice shouted. Spark had closed his eyes at this point, biting back the pain. Thankfully the new voice had made the boys stop.

"Get out of here, little girl. This ain't got nothin' to do with you." Davis spat.

"Oh yeah?" the voice said again. On second listen, it was definitely a girl. She sounded feisty. "Well my auntie is a police officer and I bet she'd think it's her business!"

"You're- you're bluffing." Davis didn't sound as cool as before.

"Oh yeah? Wanna find out?"

Two of the boys took off before she finished and pretty soon all of them hurried away. The last one to leave was Davis. He aimed a kick for the egg once more, but Spark shuffled around and got hit instead. Davis let out an annoyed hiss before running off leaving the two of them alone. Spark hurt all over and wasn't sure if he could move at all. He rubbed his little hands over the egg, happy feel it's warmth. He put his ear against the hard shell and listened carefully. The thing was full of life. A big smile spread across his face.

"Hey, are you alright?" The girl was at his side, her voice much more calm then before. Calm, but no less tough and fiery. Spark looked up and squinted at her; one of his eyes was already getting swollen. The girl in question looked about his age and had pretty dark skin with short cropped hair. Her big golden eyes looked worried.

"I'm fine. We're both fine." Spark tried to smile but it kind of ended up looking like a grimace. The girl looked doubtful.

"Come on let's go get you some help." She helped him up by the arm, taking it a little too fast at first. After Spark winced in pain, she mumbled an apology and went slower. "My names Candela. What's yours?"

"Spark. Nice to meet you." He thought about shaking hands like he'd seen his dad do all the time, but decided not to risk it. He didn't want to drop the egg after all.

"You too." She looked back and forth down the path. "So… do you live around here?"

"Yeah just up the road- oh but my dad's at work."

"Dontcha have someone at home? Like your mom?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Nope. Just the two of us. His work isn't far though; it's just a little ways that way."

"Alright, let's go." Candela led the way, marching off with an incredibly confident air. Spark wanted to follow in the same manner, but every part of him felt so sore he couldn't move faster than a Slowpoke. He chuckled a bit at the girl, but that just made his side hurt. After a few minutes Candela finally noticed that she was walking too fast and circled back around. They walked slowly and quietly for a little while. Spark held his ear to the egg again. There was this weird fear in the back of his head that it actually wasn't alright. That those boys had hurt it somehow. Suddenly, a question popped into his head.

"Is your aunt really a police lady?" He asked.

Candela giggled. "Yeah, but not here. She lives far away. I don't remember where. But it did get those boys to leave you alone." She grinned, puffing out her chest in a proud way. Spark grinned too. He shuffled on slowly, his father's work clearly in view. Candela gazed at the egg. "Did you really get beat up because of that?"

"Well, yeah." He frowned. "They were hurting it, trying to crack it open."

"What?! Why those big, ugly-"Then Candela said a word that made Spark's ears burn. "Now I wish my auntie was here. She'd arrest them in no time flat."

She nodded her head in a very sure way. Spark had the feeling that any lady related to her would be ten times as fierce and know heaps more bad words. He decided that he liked Candela.

"Hey I haven't seen you here before. Do you live around here?" Spark asked.

"Nope. I'm just visiting my cousins. I just got here this morning."

"That makes sense." Just then, one of the researchers Spark had had lunch with earlier spotted them on the path. He waved but then did a double take when he realized the Spark was all black and blue. He turned and high tailed it inside and in now time at all, Galvan was running towards them. "That's my dad."

"Yeah I kinda figured." Candela nodded. "You guys look alike."

Spark's father and a few others skidded to a stop in front of the two kids; all of them looked incredibly worried. Galvan dropped to his knees and put a gentle hand on Sparks's black eye.

"S-Spark? What happened to you?" his dad was shaking all over. This made the little boy feel incredibly guilty. Even though it wasn't his fault, and he really was doing the right thing, it pained him to see his dad so distraught. Words dried up in his mouth and all he could do was clutch the egg.

Candela decided to speak up for him. "Some jerk kids were trying to crake open this egg, see? And Spark here tried to stop them so they started beating him up instead! When I saw what was happening, I ran over and got them to go away. Then we came to get you." She crossed her arms confidently. Galvan smiled at her.

"Thank you for helping him. It's Candela, right?" she nodded wildly. "Your uncle Zeke is a friend of mine. He said we might see you around." Galvan turned back to Spark who still hadn't looked up at him. "C'mon let's get you inside and make sure you're okay. I'll get Sai to carry you into town so we can see the doctor-"

"- we need to make sure the egg is okay first!" he blurted out. Everyone looked down at the little boy. Even though he only had one good eye, his glare was so fierce and determined that it ran through them like a current. Like a current of electricity.

"Spark, we need to make sure you're okay first-"

"-those boys were hitting it with rocks. See! There's a dent right there, and there! That could be a crack. We gotta make sure it's okay!"

Galvan was stuck between the two decisions. It didn't look like Spark had any serious injuries, but he certainly had a good tussle. On the other hand, his son was so adamant about the egg that he might not corporate for the doctor at all. That is if he so how managed to drag him there. Spark hopped up on his heels, an idea had struck his little mind.

"Have one of the Chansey patch me up! They're nurses."

"Nurses for Pokémon. I don't think the rules are the same for humans."

"I know they'll know what to do. Besides nothing broken, I was able to walk here all by myself." He grinned widely; like that fact was something to be proud of. There were about four more arguments from his father, but Spark had a response for everything. It was clear more than anything that the little boy had the upmost faith in the fairy Pokémon and also that he would not stop fighting until he made sure the egg was well taken care of. At this rate, it seemed that they were getting nowhere.

"Alright." His father put his hands up in surrender. "Let's go inside and see the Chansey. I'll get Professor Willow to take a look at the egg."

If he could, Spark would have jumped up and down at his victory. Instead he settled for little hop and a cocky smile.

"Well I should get going. I was supposed to meet my cousins a little while ago." Candela rubbed the egg and looked up at Spark. "You're kind of weird, but I hope I see you again before I leave."

"Me too!" he nodded earnestly. "Oh, but not the weird part. You don't seem weird. See ya later, Candela."

"Bye Spark!" and with that the little girl turned around and began running back down the road. It seemed that she was very late to meet her cousins.

Spark sat up on the examination table, his legs swinging back and forth off the side. The Chansey had just spent the better part of an hour patching u every cut and bruise he had gotten from the bullies. She tottered back to the table and held up a cool pack for his eye.

"Thank you." He took it and sighed as the cold hit his sensitive skin. For a moment, he imagined that he was a pirate and that he was being fitted for his very first eye patch. As visions of buccaneers and hurricanes filled his mind, two men walked into the room. One of them, the often talked about Professor Willow, was holding the egg in his arms looking quite happy.

"Spark?" his dad interrupted his day dream. He pulled away the ice pack and look at his sons swollen eye. "You know you still haven't told me who did this." His voice sounded strained.

Spark looked down and struggled to answer. "I don't want them to get in trouble for beating me up. I want them to get in trouble for hurting the egg. I wouldn't have gotten hurt if they hadn't been being mean to it."

"Well you are a bit of a strange one, aren't you?" Professor Willow chuckled. "You're dad said all you cared about was this little guy, but still I didn't think you'd be this hung up on it."

Spark hopped down from the table and hurried over to Willow. "How is it?" he eagerly asked.

"Perfectly fine. There's a few bumps and cracks here and there, but it's nothing to worry about. Pokémon eggs are about as tough as a Cloisters shell. Tougher even."

Willow handed the egg to Spark, who took it with both hands. He held his ear up to it and closed his eyes. It was warm and rough. Inside he could swear he heard a humming sound. Very slowly, he began rocking side to side. While this had happening, another thing was happening around him. Willow took Galvan aside and spoke in a low voice.

"It think your son should have the egg." He said plainly. Galvan smiled and looked at the scene.

"I don't think we'd be able to pry it from his arms."

"I think you right. Has he ever help you take care of the eggs before? He seems to have a great intuition for it."

"No, he's been around them a little but mostly stays outside near the pens when he's here. He's always had a good way with Pokémon, ever since he could walk."

The two men came to an agreement and went back to tell Spark. The little boy nearly burst their eardrums when he found out they wanted him to keep it. It was a tradition for kids to get a Pokémon when they turned ten, but here he was; nearly seven and he was already being trusted with his very own Pokémon egg. Spark handed the egg to Chansey and then leaped into his father's arms giving him the biggest hug. He then did the same for Professor Willow almost knocking the man over. Soon enough, it was time for everyone to go home. Spark and Galvan thanked the Chansey immensely for helping and she responded by pulling out lollipops for them all to enjoy. As they walked towards home, Spark waved to Professor Willow, thanking him over and over again for helping him with the egg.

Galvan looked down at his son, who was marching quite proudly for a little boy with a black eye.

"Are you excited to have your very own Pokémon?" he asked.

"Uh huh. I wonder what it's going to be…"

"Well whatever it's going to be, I'm sure you'll be fast friends."

"Yep!"

"It's been a long day, huh? Tomorrow you have to tell me who was having a go at the egg, alright?"

"Yeah, okay…" he mumbled.

"So, what are you going to name it?"

Spark's eyes instantly lit up and he began going on and on about possible name ideas. It was actually hard for Galvan to keep up. He had no idea how quickly his son's mind worked sometimes and this was staggering. Father and son walked happily down the road to their little house. The setting sun casting an orange glow on their valley. Today was a very exciting day and unbeknownst to the both of them, it was the start of a truly amazing adventure.