An Adventure Begins.
The newcomers awaken in a meadow, lying beneath a gentle breeze in the shade of standing stones.
To the south, a shimmer of blue stretches out to the horizon. To the north, hills rise until they meet grey mountain ridges. A rough road winds through the garden of stones, wandering off to the west, where the bright colors of dyed tents and flags dot a distant hill.
The village itself is strangely empty. The shopkeepers greet newcomers warmly, pointing them to a bulletin board on the hill above them when questions are asked about the whereabouts of the usual inhabitants. But there are some natives here - ispainterly, todistantlands whipitquick, going about their business. Maybe they can answer the newcomers' burning questions.
But, more notably, there seems to be quite a number of Pokemon wandering around looking confused, newcomers all - in the stone garden, in town, on the roads. They are all connected to each other, now, by a destiny beyond anything they could dream...
To the south, a shimmer of blue stretches out to the horizon. To the north, hills rise until they meet grey mountain ridges. A rough road winds through the garden of stones, wandering off to the west, where the bright colors of dyed tents and flags dot a distant hill.
The village itself is strangely empty. The shopkeepers greet newcomers warmly, pointing them to a bulletin board on the hill above them when questions are asked about the whereabouts of the usual inhabitants. But there are some natives here - ispainterly, todistantlands whipitquick, going about their business. Maybe they can answer the newcomers' burning questions.
But, more notably, there seems to be quite a number of Pokemon wandering around looking confused, newcomers all - in the stone garden, in town, on the roads. They are all connected to each other, now, by a destiny beyond anything they could dream...