I care not what those journals say! They are wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! I am the original! … Aren’t I? I fingered the Pokeballs attached around my waist. My Pokémon. My partners. My faithful companions. My best friends. Through thick and thin, we’d gone through the perils of Johto and into Kanto. And now, here I was. Standing at the entrance to the old mansion. I double checked my party, making sure everyone was set and ready to go. My Feraligatr, Beedrill, Noctowl, Umbreon, and Rapidash all seemed ready. But there was the question of whether or not he was ready or not… I’m so tired…