Remnants 1 - Prologue

"It was meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found." Luke 15:32


My name is Tabitha Baker. But everyone calls me Tabby.

I grew up on my family's ranch north of Flocessy Town, in southwest Unova. When I was seven, my older brother Brandon, then eighteen, joined a group of activists for Pokemon rights, called Team Plasma. He butted heads with my father over the issue, and ultimately ran away from home to join them. While he was gone, he sent me a few letters, telling me how they were working to better Unova, for humans and Pokemon alike.

Half a year later, Plasma showed its true colors, and fell.

We heard tell of their leader and king, a boy named N, resurrecting one of the ancient dragons. We heard of trainers rising and bringing the other dragon to fight him. We heard that their other leader, Ghetsis, was planning to seize control of Unova through the use of Pokemon had Plasma succeeded. The televisions, newspapers, everything - it was all in an uproar. I had been proud of my brother before, thinking he had been doing something just and good. But then I heard that members of Team Plasma had been stealing Pokemon, killing some, fighting people...they were criminals.

Was my brother a criminal? Everyone seemed to think so. Mom and Dad didn't know what to think. I didn't either. I was eight at the time. My big brother called me Tabby Cat - he was wonderful to me. He couldn't be a criminal.

But the rest of the town thought so. People in Aspertia City, where I went to school, gave me dirty looks. I heard whispers. And my best friend, Alan...he came up and he punched me. I can still see his face. He was so angry. He called my brother a dirty rotten thug. I punched him back. We were sent to the principal's office, and after that, we weren't friends anymore.

I didn't believe them. I didn't believe any of it.

It was a week after the media reported the true nature of Team Plasma, that it happened. I was sitting in the front hall, drawing a picture on a newspaper whose words I couldn't read. Outside, it was storming and raining something fierce. Suddenly, the door slammed open, and I shrieked in surprise. A gust of wind and rain rattled the pictures on the walls, and framed in the doorway, soaked to the bone, was Brandon.

He looked exhausted. He was still wearing a Team Plasma uniform, but it was ragged. And his arms were full of Pokeballs - and one Pokemon egg.

Mom and Dad forgave him at once. He was still their son, still my brother. He sat down and apologized, and explained, letting the Pokeballs spill onto his lap. I gingerly took the egg when he handed it to me.

He said he didn't know what Team Plasma was doing. He thought it was a righteous cause. He didn't know what was happening until it was too late, until N disappeared, Ghetsis vanished, and the league swooped down on the now ex-Team Plasma members. Many were arrested. Brandon, luckily, was with one of the minor leaders of Plasma, who helped plead for the cause of his own group, those who had good intentions but we swept in. Brandon explained that the Pokeballs were stolen Pokemon - the egg, a stolen egg - and he only wanted to find their real owners and return them.

And so Brandon came home.

I held the egg in my lap by the fire that night. I watched over it as the next few days passed, and Brandon tried to return the Pokemon and the egg. A few found their owners - many did not. And so Mom and Dad let Brandon keep those Pokemon on the ranch to live. As for the egg, we didn't find its owner. I'm glad we didn't.

Because three days after Brandon returned, as I sat by the fire, the egg hatched.

I had never seen such a Pokemon before, the baby that now fell into my lap. It was purple, with big ears and a long tail. The closest thing I had ever seen to it, was a Purrloin. So I lifted up that little baby, my eyes aglo, and named it.

"Kitty!"

I found out later that night that "it" was a "he", and obviously Kitty wouldn't work as a name. So instead, he became Kitt. I learned from Brandon, too, what Pokemon it was. It was an Aipom, a rare Pokemon here in Unova.

That is how I met my best friend and partner, Kitt. That is how my family was affected by Team Plasma, and would be affected after that. That is how my brother came home.

That was two years ago.

And that is how my story begins.



Remnants (c) me
Pokemon (c) Pokemon

(And so starts my White 2 version Egglocke! Woohoo! This is basically just setting the stage of the story I'm going to tell. I'll probably post another page tonight, too, if I can. This is going to be awesome. )