Lumiose City, a city that never sleeps. A metropolis of art and artifice that is located right at the very heart of Kalos. The most populous city in the world.

This is my home, located in a region that I never knew about from what I can remember in my previous life, where the world of pokemon was just a game. I never really followed up on what happened after the Gen III or Gen IV games, only knowing that people still love the franchise as much as I did before I stopped following up on it.

Whatever life I had lived before is now a thing of the past. Right now, all I want is to enjoy the now and look forward to the future.

My new name is Nova Labelle, and I had already been in this world for 26 years. My new parents were scientists and inventors that focused on making tools that can benefit both mankind and pokemon. Unfortunately, they both died in an accident when I was eight.

Their legacy, however, still lives on.

The Holo Caster is one of the most groundbreaking recent inventions that was introduced to the world, although most of its users are still predominantly Kalosians. The Holo Caster was first conceptualised by my parents when they envisioned a day where people can communicate to each other through holograms. They never did get around to complete it, but my uncle helped to finish their work very recently. He is not an inventor like my parents are, but he still picked up their work from where they had left off. After years of hard work and after many trials and errors by the scientists employed by my uncle, the Holo Caster was completed in the exact same way my parents had envisioned it to be. Improved and finalised under my uncle's company, Lysandre Labs, the Holo Caster was then introduced to Kalos and subsequently the world.

In my hands is the very first Holo Caster to ever be produced. It is the very first prototype made by my parents before my uncle took over their last work, whose initial functions only allow it to record and save images and videos as holograms, so that these images and videos can later be retrieved and displayed in a holographic form. Communication through holographic images was not yet possible when my parents passed away. When the finished product was completed by Lysandre Labs, my uncle helped me update the Holo Caster my parents left me so that I can also use it to communicate with any other people with the same device.

The Holo Caster in my hands is battered looking with obvious signs of wear and tear. Still, I never got around to replace it because this was what my parents left me. It was supposed to be a birthday gift for my eighth birthday before their untimely demise. They wanted to surprise me with the very first Holo Caster they invented and they wanted me to be the very first person to use their invention.

They even recorded their own birthday wishes to me in it. It's still there in my Holo Caster. Whenever I think about them, I will open the recording so that I can still remember how they look like and how their voices sound like. It's like they are still alive. Their visages, their voices, they are all preserved in my Holo Caster as holograms for all eternity.

Technological progress in this world really is a beautiful thing.

My parents and uncle are people who strives their best to make the world a better place. They want to create a beautiful world and that was why they invested so much in trying to create new technology to make their visions come true. My parents are inventors, but my uncle is a businessman. Together, they founded Lysandre Labs, a company named after my uncle because my parents did the registration of the company when it first started. As to why my parents named it as such, my parents just found it hilarious to name a company by pasting my uncle's name on it. They knew that my uncle wouldn't like it, which is why they did it.

For as long as I can remember, my parents just love to annoy my uncle for shit and giggles.

To this day, my uncle wasn't the least bit amused by my parents' actions, but he never made a move to change the company's name even if he always complained about what my parents did.

I live with my uncle in Lumiose City ever since my parents' unfortunate demise. My uncle used to be a pokemon trainer before he decided to be a businessman. According to my parents, my uncle is someone with a beautiful heart determined to help make the world a beautiful place. When my uncle finished his first ever conference as a pokemon trainer, he decided to venture into business because he thinks that this is where he can make the most impact on the world.

My family may be small, but they are all good people.

Unlike my uncle and parents, I'm not interested in inventing things or getting myself involved in the corporate world. My interest lies in history. Right here, in Kalos, is a brand new world for me. A world that I don't even know if it existed in the pokemon game in my previous life. In this beautiful new world, I want to know everything. I want to know Kalos' entire history and my thirst for knowledge is not just limited to the Kalos region too.

Everything, everywhere, every known region in the world. I want to know and understand them all. All of their history, I want to know it all.

Since young, after I started living with my uncle, I want to be a historian so that I can go around uncovering historical facts and interpret what I found in an objective and unbiased manner, but my uncle warned me that travelling is dangerous. It is definitely dangerous when there are loads of untamed creatures running around in the wild that can spit fire and move the earth at a whim. So, my uncle made me promise him something before he allowed me to pursue my dreams.

Since my dream is to be a historian to uncover the truth of every single myth and legend, which will take me to all sorts of dangerous places, I need to learn how to protect myself. To do that, I need to first be a pokemon trainer and at least reach the level of an Elite trainer, because having a team of decently trained pokemon with you is a lot safer than travelling alone. Once I could do what he asked of me, only would my overprotective and doting uncle be assured enough that I can protect myself without his constant supervision.

I know my uncle always have my best interests at heart, so I readily agreed. If I look at what he told me from an objective and unbiased point of view, what he said is correct. It is dangerous to travel alone around Kalos. Knowing myself, I'm definitely going to actively visit rarely ventured places searching for unknown parts of our region's history because sitting behind a desk all day as a historian working in an office is just not my style. I'm not that type of historian who can sit in her office the entire day going through ancient documents. I'm the type that needs to be there at the scene to do the investigation. This quirk of mine earned me the nickname of 'part-time archeologist' by my historian colleagues.

My uncle is right. There is a need for me to first learn how to be a decent pokemon trainer before I embark on my dream to become a historian.

As a pokemon trainer, my dream isn't to catch them all, but rather find a few easygoing ones that I can bond with and is strong enough to protect me. I don't need them to be the best battler or the strongest fighter, I just want them to be my best companion like how my uncle's pyroar is to him.

However, as I soon found out, I actually possess some talent as a pokemon trainer, especially with ground types.

I don't know why, but I can easily bond with ground type pokemon. I can even understand them on a very instinctive level. I just talk to them and they will simply listen. A wild ground type will be more willing to trust me than any other trainer. It was how I found my very first pokemon when I was five, a swinub, when it somehow escaped from a nearby pokemon farm and ended up finding me with his nose. I didn't want to let him go after we quickly formed a bond with each other, so my parents acquiesced to my request and bought him from the farm when the owner came looking for it. I named swinub Berg.

When I finally started my journey as a pokemon trainer with Berg by my side, the same thing happened. Any ground type I met along the way simply watch me from afar with curious eyes. It was how I got myself many of the exotic ground types when I visited the Friend Safari in Kiloude City, the equivalent of Kanto's Safari Zone in Fuschia. Ground types simply come to me on their own volition.

I still have no clue why that is the case. Even my uncle, who is a walking encyclopedia of an assortment of knowledge in different fields, shrug cluelessly when I asked him why.

It was because of my affinity with ground types that I decided to be a Ground Specialist, trainers who specialises in training ground types. I am not the most powerful trainer around, but I am strong enough to qualify as an Elite trainer that belongs to the upper tier. I also got a few rock types along the way, two of which are fossil pokemon who were revived from the fossils I found.

Reviving Jaws, a tyrunt who is now a gigantic tyrantrum, and Sail, my amaura who is now an aurorus, from fossils is a very expensive thing to do. But when you are the niece of the owner of Lysandre Labs, such costs are small change when you have a doting uncle with too much money to spare.

Like I dreamed, I became a historian after I finished taking part in my first and only conference and earned for myself the title of Elite trainer by proving my strength as one. I didn't do too bad in the conference, finishing among the Top 4 among the hundreds who participated in that year. I only finished as Top 4 because I drew the short end of the stick when I ended up facing a Water Specialist in the semi-finals, who would later go on and be a member of Kalos Elite Four not long after that conference.

Siebold and I are still good friends even till today, even if I constantly questioned the fact why am I still friends with him.

My work as a historian took me to all sorts of places around the region and sometimes, also across the world. It is not an easy job because I'm the type of person to want to personally visit newly discovered sites. My ground and rock types are a big help when it comes to excavating things we found with their ground and rock type techniques, speeding up the excavation process faster than what any other archeologist can do. People call me the perfect mix of archeologist and historian, but I still prefer to refer to myself as a historian. I'm just a part time archeologist that has a talent for training pokemon to dig things up from the earth.

The history that I am currently most invested in is the history of Kalos. Specifically, I'm interested in unearthing the truth of the most famous part of Kalos' history that occurred about 3,000 years ago.

The Kalos War, and with it the truth behind the myth known as the Story of the Kalos King.

The specific period of history about the Kalos War that I am referring to was about a Kalos King that reportedly lived in an era about 3,000 years ago. It was an era where war plagued our lands. Most Kalosians refer to the tale of the Kalos King as 'The Story of the Kalos King'. There are many versions of the story and the stories about the Kalos King spoke about many different things, but the one thing that is consistent is that he was the one who stopped a war which was plaguing the region by firing the "ultimate weapon", destroying both sides of the war and thereby bringing peace back into our lands.

Many brushed this off as a ridiculous myth, one that parents will tell their children at night before they tuck them into bed to educate them about the horrors of war. In this world, wars are a thing of the distant past. War has not occurred for the past five centuries, at least not a full blown war. The last true war that occurred about five centuries ago was when Kalos' very first Champion united the land and founded the Kalos region. Subsequently, our region became the sixth region to join the Pokemon World League.

Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, Kalos, Alola. These seven regions form the Pokemon World League and the small part of the world that I currently know of. Most of the world is still unexplored because of how incredibly vast it is and how ridiculously hard it can be to travel from region to region. I do know that there is also a region named Orre, but due to how war-torn that place is and how hard it is to reach there, nothing much goes in and out of the region. Not much is known about it. Orre is also not a part of the Pokemon World League.

Small scale battles and conflicts still occur in many parts of the world every now and then, but those are usually against terrorist organisations. Many people lived their whole lives without experiencing one of those because these are things that only trainers working for the League would experience when they march into the fray to protect the fragile peace.

My uncle and I, however, always believe that there are always some element of truth to every story no matter how outlandish it may sound. My uncle is a firm believer that there are many things one can learn from the past, a belief that I also hold. He believes that the key to creating a beautiful world that can last for eternity may be found by discovering what people of the past did before the progress of civilisation got to where we are today. He believes that by learning from their mistakes and building upon our ancestors' success, only then can mankind grow further to help make the world a beautiful place.

Even when many Kalosians only take the story of the Kalos King to be a tall tale, I myself believe that at least a part of the tale should be the historical truth. To me, there is always an element of truth to every single story. It's up to us to differentiate which is which.

I'm currently still investigating the true history of the story of the Kalos King with my pokemon team. We don't know for certain what part of the story of the Kalos King is true and which is false, but that's what we are here to find out.

"Alright, Berg, let's see what your nose can find."

My mamoswine gave a loud snort before sniffing the air. I followed after him as he lumbered along the outskirts of Camphrier Town. Digging up whatever historical facts about the myth of the Kalos King had led us here. Hopefully, we can finally make some headway in our work. We had been consistently bumping into dead ends for the last six months now. Progress in our investigation had always been at a snail's pace because the history that I am investigating took place more than 3,000 years ago. I had already been investigating this part of our region's history for years and yet I still do not have the full picture.

Berg pawed at a specific spot on the ground after two hours of us wandering around.

"Here?" I asked and Berg nodded. I released my entire team when Berg gave me his confirmation.

Time to start unearthing secrets.

"Let me guess, you found another dead end again."

"What gave it away? My face?" I said in equal parts amusement and sarcasm when my uncle noted my mood the moment I walked through the front door. His eyes immediately trailed down to the rusty boxes that my golem, Crust, my golurk, Drift, and my marowak, Tinen, are carrying for me. I myself am carrying one of the smaller boxes as well.

My uncle pointed to the boxes with a single finger after pouring himself a glass of fine wine.

"That doesn't seem like a dead end to me."

"You should see what we found here." I huffed as my pokemon and I set the boxes on a huge table in a loud and audible thump. I opened the small box which I was carrying.

"Relic Copper, Relic Silver, a moldy Blue Flute…"

"Those are valuable." My uncle commented cooly without a care in the world as I tossed out said valuable items from their box.

"Some weird gems, dirty bags of Stardust…" I continue on my tirade as my hands waded through the contents of another box with my gloved hands. Personal hygiene and all that.

"That is worth a small fortune on its own."

"Pearls, Big Pearls, an oh! A Rare Bone! Tinen, here you go!" I tossed the dirty bone backwards even without looking. I heard my marowak catching it with glee. Maybe she will use the one I just found to replace the one she is currently using, I don't know. I never found out what criteria she uses to judge which is the best bone for her since she is so secretive about it. That Rare Bone doesn't look like it is sturdy enough to take a hit, but that's my own unqualified opinion.

"Nova, why are you even complaining?"

"Starpiece, Nuggets, Big Nuggets, Pearl Strings. Did I just stumbled onto some secret royalty treasure stash? Comet Shard." I picked up the blue sparkling thing with a hand before tossing it at my uncle without looking. I know he will catch it. "Wow. Much help to our work."

"The Comet Shard is very much valuable."

I opened up another box.

"And there's also-Woah! Everyone back off! An Odd Keystone!" I quickly backpedalled as Drift quickly stood in front of me in a protective manner.

It's a rare thing to come across, but not totally unheard of when unearthing artifacts. Odd Keystones are ancient items that serves as containers to trap and bind spiritombs. All spiritombs use it as a base. If some unlucky archeologist come across an occupied Odd Keystone and poke it the wrong way, he can say goodbye to this beautiful world.

Immediately, every single pokemon around me and my uncle are on guard. My uncle's pyroar is now growling and slowly approaching the Odd Keystone. Tinen is holding both her own bone and the one I just gave her as though she is an expert on dual-wielding. Pieces of rocks that are part of Crust's shell are levitating in the air, ready to be fired at the slightest hint of danger.

Spiritombs are very dangerous creatures. No one knew how they truly came about but the whole world knows that they are dangerous if not handled properly. There are myths surrounding this species of pokemon, saying that it is birthed by the formation of 108 spirits and bound to an Odd Keystone by a mysterious spell. No one had ever managed to verify that fact because encountering spiritombs is a rare occurrence. It also doesn't help that most of them are extremely violent and vengeful creatures that won't hesitate to kill everything in its sight.

It took a while, but our pokemon finally gave the all clear when they carefully inspected the Odd Keystone. This particular one is empty.

"Nova, what was rule #1 we established when it comes to bringing in artifacts back home? I told you many times to do the inspecting of artifacts outside before bringing it into the house." My uncle deadpanned when we all heaved a sigh of relief after finding out that this is just an empty scare.

"You were as interested as I am." I argued back. "You didn't stop me from bringing the boxes in!"

"I thought you had already done the inspecting outside."

I feigned deafness as I continue to rummage through the boxes.

"Relic Vase, Relic Band, and ooooh~ a Relic Crown!" I held out the rare and valuable object and inspect it under the light. Relic Crown is an item that collectors worldwide will pay a hefty sum just to get one of these into their collection. It is pretty, but they don't serve much of a purpose other than being pretty.

"Which makes me wonder why you are complaining about this entire thing." My uncle said in the flattest voice I ever heard as he sat on the sofa nearby, a glass of fine wine in his hand that he is now swirling lazily. Pyroar lay down on the carpeted floor by his feet, giving a lazy yawn.

"But uncle! None of this helps us in investigating the true history of the Kalos War or the Kalos King!" I whined as I childishly put the crown on his head. Yes, I may be an adult at twenty-six years old, the age where I should be having my quarter life crisis, but that does not stop me from indulging myself in the occasional childish acts.

"Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown." I stated as I took a few steps backwards and inspected my crown-wearing uncle with my hands on my hips, pleased with my handiwork.

My uncle is not amused.

"I never knew that my niece is capable of spouting such words of wisdom." My uncle drawled as he sipped his fine wine, still wearing the crown on his head. His flaming orange hair is so thick and unruly that I think that the crown is sitting on his hair rather than on his head. My own hair is a dark orange that borders on red, and I let it grow and cascade it down my shoulders in a slight wavy manner.

"And did you just seriously put a dusty old crown on your uncle's head?" My uncle complained as he plucked the Relic Crown off his head with a hand. "Who knows what dirty things are on it? So not beautiful."

"For all we know, that may be the crown that the Kalos King used to wear." I suggested, even if I don't even believe a single word of what I just said. "All hail King Lysandre!"

"Har. Har." My uncle deadpanned. "Very funny."

"No, seriously. What if we are descendants of some long forgotten royalty line? How cool would that be?"

"Not cool at all." My uncle snorted as he continues to drink his wine in an aristocratic manner befitting a king. "Like you said, uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. That's actually a good quote, Nova. I didn't know you had it in you."

"Hey."

"Hi." My uncle did a sarcastic wave at me.

"It's because you are so uncute that you are still single." I sniffed in a haughty and childish manner as I crossed my arms. "You don't even have a sense of humour. Not beautiful at all."

"Excuse me. I do have a beautiful sense of humour."

"Yeah? Like?"

There wasn't a reply.

"See?" I let a knowing grin show on my face. "I knew it. I'm right."

My uncle simply chucked the near priceless Relic Crown at me.

Not beautiful at all, uncle. Not beautiful at all.

AN: As usual, to my old fans who love my works on the pokemon world, here is the story of Kalos. To my new readers, welcome to my world of pokemon. If you love Histories of the Earth, give reading my other pokemon stories a go. I think you will love it. I certainly enjoy writing every single one of them.

Presenting the Kalos OC, Nova Labelle, a historian in the pokemon world. Like my previous pokemon stories, I Just Want to Travel The World, The Sun of Sunyshore, Ordinary Researcher, Reach for the Skies, Rocket's Exterminator, all of them are occurring in the same world. With Histories of the Earth, I now have six stories centered about the world of pokemon that I had envisioned ever since I first started IJWTTTW. I swear IJWTTTW was supposed to end at the battle frontier arc when I first started writing it, I never expected for the entire thing to develop into a literal series.

All that is left now is the Alola story, which I'm still undecided about what kind of trainer the oc should be. Once the Alola story is out, then it will be about time all 7 of them will meet.

Nova was supposed to be a Steel Specialist and an inventor that invents items for pokemon, but I found that idea too difficult to write. I'm glad that I made her a Ground Specialist instead, you will see why in the later chapters. I think her being a historian and a Ground Specialist is the best fit for her because of my interpretation of the Kalos region.

I have to say that I never follow up on the pokemon games after Gen IV, so anything from the Unova region onwards, I have close to zero clues on what went on in the games/anime/manga etc. Everything I know is from me reading bulbapedia. If there are any factual errors, just treat it as an AU or sorts.

In any case, hope you enjoy Histories of the Earth

Character and Pokemon list:

Nova Labelle, Age: 26, Female, Ground Specialist, Historian, Niece of Lysandre

Pokemon on hand:

1. Mamoswine (Berg), Male

2. Golem (Crust), Female

3. Excadrill (Solid), Male

4. Golurk (Drift), Genderless

5. Garchomp (Core), Male

6. Claydol (Vision), Genderless

7. Whiscash (Seis), Male

8. Marowak (Tinen), Female

9. Torterra (Terra), Female

10. Gigalith (Mantle), Male

11. Tyrantrum (Jaws), Male

12. Aurorus (Sail), Female

Lysandre Labelle, Age: 52, Male, Owner of Lysandre Labs, Uncle of Nova Labelle

Pokemon on hand:

1. Pyroar

2. Gyrados

3. Mienshao

4. Honchkrow