When my brother was 13, he was challenged to a battle with a mysterious man. Now, my brother loves to battle Pokemon; he and his partner, Lucario were the strongest pair in our city, and without a doubt had the strongest bond as well. But the man used dozens of pokemon we had never seen before, and Lucario and my brother were overwhelmed. The ominous trainer not only defeated Lucario, but he killed it, and he shattered my brother's soul as well. But that's not my story. I was only five when I witnessed that, the first and only pokemon I would ever see die. I'm nine now, my brother is 17. He's so lonely all the time, and has tried his best to keep me from battling and exploring with pokemon and trainers. However, I've learned to dodge his warnings and restrictions; I've trained day and night, practicing to get revenge for my brother and Lucario. No one deserves to have their partner and best friend be killed, especially in a world where you only get one pokemon, for the rest of your life.