It's a beautiful sunny day in Dewford City, not a cloud in the sky. Children play on the beach, and the sound of training can be heard from the nearby gym. Wingulls fly overhead, on their endless voyage across the continent. Deep underwater lies a rich ecosystem, where plenty of Pokemon live. Ordinarily, Pokemon underwater wouldn't need to worry about dealing with those that lived on the land (except for the occasional fisher, of course). But today wasn't an ordinary day.
Yesterday, a large storm went through the area, and many Pokemon were swept onto the land. Most had made their way back into the sea where they belong, but somehow, in a forgotten corner of the island, there lay a frightened Magikarp, confused and frightened by his predicament.
Yesterday, a large storm went through the area, and many Pokemon were swept onto the land. Most had made their way back into the sea where they belong, but somehow, in a forgotten corner of the island, there lay a frightened Magikarp, confused and frightened by his predicament.