Pokemon are the creatures in my world. The "animals", and occasionally the plants. Humans capture and train them to grow strong, using them for many different things.

I once found this sort of thing to be awful. I heard the voices of Pokemon that had been tormented, abused, or abandoned. I only heard their misery and suffering. I befriended a great and powerful Pokemon, and with him at my side, I was going to impress the people and ask them to release their Pokemon into the wild. To free them, and separate them, without force.

"They" showed me what happiness a Pokemon could have, with a trainer.