Page By Page

She turned the pages quietly, reading the journal carefully. Between pages were sketches and memos, notes and old homework assignments. Flipping the yellow, brittle pages, Alice Pendleton smiled, reading the heading of this next chapter. The book was hundreds of years old, and it took some time to restore it to readable condition. The historian loved and reared the book as if a child, and, indeed, Alice put as much, love, work, and sweat into the journal to make it worthwhile.
And, today, she would read it cover to cover, drinking in every word that this boy, this first, amazing person, wrote as the first Trainer.

*Day I June 3rd, 2068*

One of the small purple horned ones came close to the wreckage of Manhattan. I offered it some of the mutated peaches growing nearby, and it enjoyed it immensley. It seemed to nullify the toxins in its horn to non-fatal levels, allowing me to study this creature more closely.
It turned out to be a male, and its skin alternated between scales and purple fuzz, making it hard to figure out to tell if it was reptile or mammal. Seeming to be a rabbit that changed after the Fall of Earth. The poor rabbits were probably hit with radiation and had to addapt. I seem to have befriended the creature, as it seems to follow me arround, making short bursts of shrill cries. This creature is no longer a rabbit, so I decide to give it a new name: Nidoran. Then I give him a personal name, Dallas, after the first fallen city.



I suppose I should write down what the Fall of Earth is, to the future generations who may or may not read it, for I feel this great leap in history shall never be forgotten, but, should it, I feel someone should know.

Alice gasped. She had never heard of this...cataclysm, especially not one that created the Pokemon. She, like every other person on the planet, simply though Pokemon just were . She sunk back into the book, reading fearfully on.

It started when the moon shattered. An asteriod the size of California hit it head on, exploding across the solar system. One made a large chunk here in New York, and I heard of two that landed in Japan, one in the Kanto region and one in Hokkaido.
The Explosion killed off most of the population, and what did survive is less than a shadow of the eight and a half billion people on the planet. Did you know, dear reader, that lunar dust is pure poison? It causes asbestos, which is similar to lung cancer, but worse. Asbestos isn't the worst of it, though. The radiation of the lunar rocks hit multiple nuclear, plasmatic, and septemdecinvox plants, causing our power source to decline, but drastically affecting the wildlife.
Destroyed Arizona became a wasteland, and not even the new creatures could survive the toxic feilds of sand, ash, and death.
Somehow, Japan survived by separating itself into four countries, where the radiation could not be spread.
Nuclear storms continued, killing off more. Skies were dark, and most of our technology was gone with our race.
For all I know, I'm the last one left.

I've seen a human mutate, a small boy affected by septemdecinavox radiation in his sleep. His skin turned yellow and his hair grew long, and could manipulate reality with his mind. He said, "Abra, Kadabra, Alakazam!" And teleported.

But that's beside the point. People dying or mutating left and right, animals are no longer animals, cities, countries, ravaged, it couldn't get worse.

Then it did.
Thr septemdecinavox power was seeping into the food supply, changing it, but benignly. Few people in my group ate it, and they, too, died.


Alice closed the book. Heart racing, she called up the long list of useful people contributing to her project.
Juniper. Sending all her files over.
Birch. Telling all he could about first Pokemon.
Rowan. Evolutionary energy and where it came from.
Oak. What was septemdecinavox power anyways?

One by one answers came. The historian ordered her Honchkrow and his groupies to fish out any book related to the origin of Pokemon.
Books from all around Sinnoh flew through her mail slot as the Murkrow got every book they got their talons on. Eventually, so did books from Kanto and even Orre appeared.
Slowly but surely, Alice got answers.