My instinct is to start with me.  It’s a natural instinct, I suppose, considering that I’ve been here since before all this began.  In fact, I’ve been here since before time was time.  Let me introduce myself, I am Saliaven Chronotis, dimension traveler extrordinaire and currently the guiding principle in the development of a new pokemon world.  My current position is avatar of the Creator and . . .  well, as I said my INSTINCT is to start with me.  Truly, I should really begin at the beginning, a point where, curiously, I wasn’t around.  Temporally, there are no ends or beginnings, or at least, not many.  You try telling that to a stressed out novelist, see the reaction you get.  To start at the beginning, I would have to introduce three people who have figured heavily into the history of this realm, even though they only have a microscopic view, and very little force.  There will be others, though, who have a pretty good idea of what’s going on, and a somewhat strong power level.  I guess its best to start with the lowest and work up, so we shall start with Ash Ketchum and crowd, and then work up to me.  As I was saying, the beginning in this case is probably where the history of the dimension splits and all hell breaks loose.  This happens a lot more often than you might think, unless you read the same books I do, in which case you know it happens a lot.  In the interests of keeping the audience from losing their tempers and rushing the stage, I have picked out one that stands out.  I think you’d recognize it as page one of this entire ordeal.  I’ll allow Ash and his people to explain the details, since I have already pointed out I wasn’t there.  And so, without further ado, I present the real chapter one...