Unexpected Help - Prologue

The wind was strong and relentless, the sand it whipped up stinging his face. The sun was beating down on him with its harsh heat and light, blinding him and causing sweat to drip down his face. His panting mouth was covered with a cloth, a hooded garment protecting the rest of his exposed flesh from the sun's harmful rays. He had been wandering this desert for what felt like, and likely was, hours. All the while, he never saw any oasis or buildings. His Pokémon were all exhausted from their travels, safely resting in the confines of the red and white orbs he normally despised greatly. He had run out of water a while back, and prayed to Arceus above for some kind of relief from this horrid scenario. He kept his tiring legs moving, as there was no sign of any refuge around yet. He had to keep moving. If he dared to stop, he knew his legs would refuse to move again. They screamed at him, begging for rest. But he trekked on, hoping for some kind of miracle.

His travels had brought him all over the place. He'd seen so many kinds of terrain and foliage and fauna. Yet he hadn't come across such a vast desert before, and with such a lack of plants and wild Pokémon… What kind of region had he brought himself to…? His panting continued, each inhale and exhale heavier than the last. He almost felt like stopping, accepting defeat for his idiocy for just entering the land without prior knowledge of the climate. His legs begged for it…and his attempts to ignore them failed completely as they gave in. He fell over, his face against the burning sand and his tea green hair falling over his eyes and sticking to his face. But as uncomfortable as he felt as he lied there, it felt nice to just stop moving for once. Even with the sand continuing to whip at him, his body thanked him for finally stopping, his aching muscles finally at rest. His heavy pants began to slow down as his eyes started to close.

He wanted to cry. He had come so far without stopping, and he knew if he stayed like this he would likely die. He tried to move his arms and legs, but they were as heavy as lead. He couldn't even find the energy to lift his head from the fiery sands. His vision was blurred from his exhaustion. But he couldn't stop here… He had someone he wanted to return to one day… And that name and face lingered in his mind as his consciousness began to leave him. As he finally passed out, he could've sworn he heard some kind of loud noise not too far away…