From the moment he could walk, Evan had been full of dreams.
He was the kind of boy who believed in magic even when the world told him not to.
Growing up, life was not always easy.
There were struggles — exams that weighed heavy on his young shoulders, friendships that came and went like seasons, and the quiet pressure to become "something" in a world rushing too fast.
But there was always one thing that never changed — his love for Pokémon.
Since he was a small child, Arian had found wonder in that world.
The games, the shows, the cards — it wasn't just entertainment to him.
It was a place of hope, adventure, and bonds deeper than words.
He often dreamed of walking through lush forests filled with Pokémon, of building friendships with creatures of light and shadow, of standing side by side with partners who would trust him as much as he trusted them.
Even as he grew older, when others left their childhood dreams behind, Arian held onto his.
He knew life was serious — he studied, he worked hard, he planned for his future — but deep inside, that small spark never dimmed.
He still smiled when he saw a Pidgey fluttering across a blue sky in his mind.
He still imagined what it would feel like to battle, not with anger, but with friendship.
He lived his life quietly, honestly.
Helping when he could, being kind when no one was watching, trying to leave the world a little better than he found it.
And then, without warning, it all ended.
The crash came in an instant.
Screeching tires.
A blinding light.
A force that tore through metal and bone as if they were paper.
There was no time for fear.
No time for goodbyes.
Only a sharp, sudden pain — and then... darkness.
The world slipped away from him.
At first, there was panic.
A desperate, wordless cry inside him.
But slowly, the panic faded.
In its place came memories — a lifetime of them, flowing through him like a river.
His first day at school.
The nights he stayed up late under his blanket, playing Pokémon games by the light of a small handheld screen.
The laughter of his friends.
The quiet moments of loneliness.
The victories, the failures, the countless small choices that had shaped him into who he was.
Evan realized he was seeing his life, all of it, without judgment, without regret.
He hadn't lived a perfect life.
But he had lived it truly.
The darkness around him shifted.
Evan drifted alone through the darkness.
There was no ground to walk on, no sky to see — only a quiet, endless space.
It was not cold.
It was not warm.
It simply was.
He moved without moving, pulled by something he could not see.
After a while — though time felt strange here — the darkness changed.
It became... thinner.
Like a wall of mist breaking apart.
Ahead, something waited.
It was not a person.
It was not a shape.
It was not even light.
It was a Presence.
Something that had no face, no body, no voice — yet it felt more real than anything he had ever known.
It was not male or female.
Not bright or dark.
Not beginning or ending.
It was simply there, like the truth behind everything.
Evan stood before it, feeling small and yet strangely at peace.
The Presence spoke, though not with words.
Its meaning simply filled Evan's heart.
You have crossed from life to beyond.
Evan swallowed.
"Is this... death?"
The Presence answered kindly:
It is an end. But not the end.
Evan hesitated.
He still felt... unfinished.
"Why did I die so early?" he asked.
The Presence replied:
Your journey in that life was shorter than some. Not as punishment, but as part of your story. Every spirit follows its own river.
There was no anger in the voice — only understanding.
A gentle warmth wrapped around Evan then, as if the Presence smiled without needing a face.
You may rest. Or you may live again.
Hope flickered inside him.
"I can be reborn?"
Yes. There are countless worlds. Each different. Each waiting.
Visions danced at the edge of his mind — forests under twin suns, mountains that floated in the sky, oceans deeper than dreams.
"Is there... a world like Pokémon?" Evan asked, heart beating fast.
"With creatures, adventures, bonds?"
The Presence felt still, and then answered:
Yes. Whatever my creation can think of, it exists and my creation cannot dream beyond what I have made.
A deep joy filled Evan's chest.
"Then... if it's allowed, I want to go there."
It is allowed.
The space around him shimmered.
Before Evan, a simple, glowing screen appeared — like a window hanging in the air.
It showed numbers:
Karma Points: 470
Below that, words appeared.
Because of your kindness, patience, and the small good deeds you did when no one was watching, you have earned Karma Points.
You can use them to choose gifts for your next life.
The screen shifted again, showing a list:
Available Gifts:
Talent Recognition – (Cost: 150 Points)
See the hidden potential inside Pokémon, sensing their true talents.
Growth Insight – (Cost: 120 Points)
Feel how fast a Pokémon can grow and how strong it can become.
Psychic Power – (Cost: 140 Points)
Have the natural powers of a psychic — moving objects, feeling thoughts, and communicating with the mind.
Aura Power – (Cost: 100 Points)
Sense the emotions and intentions of others. Use the spirit energy known as Aura for defense and strength.
Elemental Affinity – (Cost: 80 Points)
Bond deeply with one element like Fire, Water, Grass, or others.
Bond Forging – (Cost: 90 Points)
Form deeper, stronger partnerships with Pokémon faster than normal.
Healing Touch – (Cost: 70 Points)
Heal small wounds and calm the hearts of others with your hands.
The Presence spoke again, warm and clear:
Choose wisely.
The gifts you carry will shape your path.
Evan read through the list carefully.
After thinking hard, he chose:
Talent Recognition (150 Points)Growth Insight (120 Points)Psychic Power (140 Points)Aura Power (100 Points)
As he finished choosing, the screen flashed:
Total Cost: 510 Points
Your Points: 470 Points
Difference: -40 Points
Evan's heart sank.
"I don't have enough..."
But before he could speak, the Presence glowed warmly.
Because your journey ended early...
And because your spirit carries a gentle light...
I allow it.
It smiled — not with a face, but with a feeling so kind it made Evan's soul ache.
One by one, the gifts sank into him, wrapping around his spirit like a soft cloak.
He felt stronger.
Clearer.
Ready.
The Presence spoke once more:
Go with hope.
Grow with courage.
And remember:
The light you give will never be lost.
A doorway of soft light opened ahead.
Without fear, Evan stepped through.
Toward his new life.
Toward his new story.