In ancient times, I led two Soul Gods to repel invaders from beyond the heavens. All six of my Pokemon died in battle, and I was gravely wounded and fell into a deep slumber.
When I awoke, I had become a baby.
I was adopted by Cynthia's grandmother and grew up alongside four-year-old Cynthia. She called me "little brother," and I watched her grow from a little girl into the Champion of Sinnoh.
As for me, I had lost my psychic powers, my Pokemon were dead, I couldn't summon the Three Soul Gods, and I couldn't even beat a wild Rattata.
Fifteen years later, the invaders from beyond the heavens will descend again. The third seal hasn't been activated, and the Three Soul Gods are still asleep.
I don't have much time left.
But this time, things are different.
