A couple notes before you start reading: First, Lech is pronounced as Lek. I guess that's really it. So enjoy the story, and please review, I'd highly enjoy that.

Chapter I

I gazed at the scroll, trying to translate the glyphs into something readable. The glyph surrounded an image showing two streaks, one red and one blue, flying around an orb. Finally, I found the names I was looking for.

"Yes! Finally, the oldest mention of Latias and Latios to date," I cheered, slamming my fists on my desk. It startled my Wynaut, who was bringing me another stack of books from the shelves. Wynaut thumped its tail angrily before trying to pick up all the books it had dropped.

"Oh calm down. This is great news, I may actually be able to find them soon," I said, rubbing the bulb spurting from Wynaut's forehead and giving it a Liechi Berry to eat. Wynaut abandoned the task of cleaning up and eagerly took the snack. I chuckled and turned bak to my research. I picked up my candle and examined the bookshelves. The library contained over 400 books and scrolls, the greatest collection of literature detailing legendary Pokemon, specifically Latias and Latios. Half of the documents I had inherited from my grandfather, the other half I had recovered on my own. My eyes caught sight of a stone sitting on the top shelf. Grabbing it, a swarm of dust filled the air. Once I had quit coughing, I inspected the trinket and mused over the memories it held.

I was running about, only being at the age of seven, being chased by Grandfather. I laughed with glee, only to find myself plummeting to the ground.

"Are you alright, Lech?" Grandfather cried, running over to me. Grandfather had a full white beard and bald head, but the crinkle lines around his eyes meant he never stopped smiling. He wore his archeologist hat, along with cargo shorts and vest, with its several pockets, over a white T-shirt, like always.

"I think so," I sniffed, rubbing the tears from my eyes. Grandfather glanced around to see what I had tripped over.

"What do we have here?" Grandfather said, picking up my assailant.

"Let me see," I begged, jumping to my feet. The stone was nothing more than a blue crystal covered by jagged edges of grey stone.

"I believe we have quite the Enigmatic Crystal here," Grandfather mused, dusting off the stone.

"Why? Is it special about it?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, but perhaps its connected to a Legendary Pokemon," Grandfather proposed.

"Which one?" I asked, my eyes inflating.

"Hmm... By the looks of it, I'd say Latias and Latios," Grandfather guessed.

"Really?" I exclaimed. Suddenly, my mother came over and bopped Grandfather on the head.

"Don't put ridiculous ideas into Lech's head. I don't need my son turning into a miniature you," my mother scolded.

Despite that, fifteen years later, I had become exactly that. I didn't think the stone was anything special anymore, but I had still become obsessed with finding Latias and Latios, and capturing the Eon Duo. Suddenly, Wynaut's thumping interrupted my train of thought.

"Yes, yes. I have to get back to work," I muttered, replacing the Enigmatic Crystal. Grandfather had passed away six years ago, but I still continued the hunt in his honor. I even dressed similarly, though I lacked the facial hair and lack of head hair. The scroll I was reading, titled Controlling of Ancients, had been written not long after the creation of the Red and Blue Orbs, confirmed artifacts after the mess with Team Aqua and Team Magma. The glyphs blurred together as the night ran on. Eventually, I slumped in my desk with Wynaut already positioned on my lap. I was awakened by the chirping of Spearow outside my Seven Island home.

"Shut up," I grumbled, heaving one of my hiking boots at the glass window. It succeed in scaring the Spearow away, fortunately, but also woke Wynaut, unfortunately. Wynaut proceeded to smack my face until I was fully awake and ready to feed it. I lumbered my way into the actual living area of the house, which consisted of a room with a futon that was rarely used, a small kitchen with two person table, and the door to the bathroom. After washing up, I spread some butter on a toasted bagel and fed Wynaut its daily Liechi Berry. Eventually, I left the building and headed for the dock. That day was my weekly trip to Two Island, and their open air market.

"Good morning Lech," Captain Mart called as I boarded his ship with Wynaut at my heels.

"Morning Mart," I returned.

"Where to?" he asked.

"Same as always. Two Island," I said. Before I could even take my seat, the boat chugged out of the port and was speeding toward my destination. I kept my hazel eyes trained on the water as we moved, occasionally seeing the ripple of water Pokemon. We finally arrived and I made my way through the crowds, caring Wynaut so it wouldn't get left behind, until I reached the opposite edge of the market. There an old woman sat underneath her, with a deep tan and square jaw, dressed in a purple cloak.

"Hello Bethany," I greeted, stooping to examine the variety of books she sold. Immediately, Bethany lashed out and pinched my cheeks, as she often did. I struggled away, clamming my hands over my cheeks.

"Just like your grandfather," Bethany chortled, drawing back to her seated position.

"What the heck? You do that every time," I complained.

"Because you remind me so much of David. You two even look alike," Bethany said. David was my grandfather's first name.

"Please. He was fat, and I'm not, as you can see. Plus, he didn't even have hair on his head, let alone forest green hair," I argued.

"He would always argue too," Bethany laughed.

"Fine, whatever. Do you have any old books this week?" I relented.

"Unfortunately not anymore. There was a fellow here earlier though, who picked up on about mystic stones," Bethany said. My mind immediately jumped to my Enigmatic Crystal. I had given up on it being anything, but there was always a small possibility I was wrong to do so.

"Where did he go and what'd he look like?" I asked.

"He had grey hair, strange considering how young he looked. He also wore a black suit, with some purple zigzag pattern on the vest. He kept muttering something about rare stones," Bethany detailed. There was shop that sold exactly what the man was looking for. I ran there, and saw the man inspecting an emerald using a magnify glass. The book lay on the table next to him.

"Excuse me, sir with rock book," I called. The man spun around and located me.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Could I potentially buy that book off of you? Or at least look at it for a minute?" I requested.

"That's a tall order, considering we don't know each other," the man commented

"Right, right. I'm Lech Gorski, pleasure to meet you," I said, offering the man a handshake.

"Steven Stone," he said, taking up the offer.

"Good, good. Now, could I see the book," I begged. Steven handed the book over, and after some scrolling through the pages and pictures, I sighed.

"What were you looking for?" Steven asked, as I returned the book.

"Nothing. I just thought this weird rock I have might be mentioned in it," I muttered, turning to leave. Suddenly, Steven grabbed my arm, causing my to drop Wynaut, who squeaked in surprise.

"Do you happen to have this stone with you?" he asked, his eyes glimmering like a child's.

"My Enigmatic Crystal? No, it's at my home," I stammered, yanking my arms away.

"Well, since I let you see my book, perhaps you'd let me glance at this Enigmatic Crystal of yours?" Steven inquired. Wynaut thumped its tail and butted at my legs to go, but I stayed put. If this Steven was obsessed with stones as much as he seemed to be, perhaps he was an expert in them.

"Sure, why not?" I decided, leading him to Mart's boat.

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