have you ever been to my world?

im sure you haven’t. that’s why now, i shall tell you about it.

sit back and relax, human, this is gonna take a while.

its always night, and theres no light except for the stars that light up the sky. those stars arent your normal, real world stars- theyre more like those hand drawn ones, like the ones you’d find in a child’s sketchbook. they sparkled in all sorts of colors- purple, blue, yellow, brown (can a star sparkle brown?), so much so the night sky looked beautiful. there was endless woods, except for a few human settlements here and there. the branches of the trees were bare, and they curled into eerie spirals, so that the tree looked creepy and alien. fitting, for a world that was inhabited mostly by ghost type pokemon.

my kind seem to be the most common in this endless forest. they run around, collecting stars that fall from the sky, and consume them to kee up their energy. did i tell you that stars fall from the sky? no, literally. the stars occasionally fall, hit trees, and set them on fire. not your usual red and orange fire- it was lime green flames that burned up the tree, similar to what you’d expect from a will-o-wisp. the star remains there after the tree is finished burning, and is searing hot to the touch. at least, to humans. to my kind, it isnt.

the humans in this realm welcome us. we seem to be their only company in this universe besides themselves. it is quite lonely around here, i admit, and you wont find a human village unless you walk for miles. they dont only like us because of our companionship. we provide light for them as well. the stars dont replenish themselves once they fall, and they lose their light shortly after falling out of the sky. humans are afraid of what would happen if the last star falls. total darkness, and blindness except for our own fire. yes, my kind can create fire. it is useful for self defence, as our fire is quite powerful. we can manipulate shadows as well. the humans dont seem to like that ability as much as our fire.

my kind like to perform for the people as well. we like to do dances that amaze and amuse, and we like to dazzle them with our most extraordinary ability. they call it fireworks, and they gather round to watch us do it when we do do it. we simply throw our heads up into the air, and will them to explode in a shower of colourful and showy sparks. oh, don’t seem so surprised- our head isn’t attached to our body in the first place, and we live just fine. we cant seem to manage more than two though. the strongest of us can barely do three. we faint and collapse after we reach our limit, and more often than not find ourselves revived by human hands. their medicine does wonders. we dont know how they do it.

ah. i know you may be very confused. why am i talking like i know what you know? where is this realm, shrouded in total darkness except for the cartoon stars in the sky and our fire? i cant give you an address. i cant give you coordinates. my world simply exists. it is just… there.

some of my kind are adventurous, and they have opened up doors to new worlds with their powers, gone in and come back. they tell things of the realms they have visited- some have seen a world covered in sand and pearlescent, aqua blue gemstones, inhabited by lissome, swift creatures that don’t give you a second glance as they zip by on their spindly legs. some have seen a jungle of strange trees that have green leaves and vines. the shape of the trees there are even more out of this world than ours- they look like a human flexing their muscles, showing off their strength. others have seen a ruined world, where everything is gone and only ruins of concrete are left, where the air is foul-smelling and toxic and the sounds of monster cries echo in the distance. humans live there too- very few of them, it seems, and they all wear strange, thick clothes (or suits as they call them) to protect them from the toxic air.

a few others have gone to a world opposite of that. the air is cool and salty, and many humans and pokemon live together happily, sharing what they have with one another. no concrete ruins, and no monster cries renting the air. the buildings are whole, and the air is safe to breathe. there, they seem to have their own version of ‘fireworks’. they make it explode in different colors and shapes, and they too, crowd around to watch when this happens.

i have been to this world. i have been seen by the humans there… and they aren’t as welcoming as i thought. they call me dangerous, and chase me away with their own pokemon.

they call this region the ‘pokemon paradise.’ where you can relax, smelling the sea breeze on the beach under the smiling sun.

they call this place alola.