Romance fell asleep while reading the book on the legends of Sinnoh. It was obviously not in his range of interest...
In his dream, he saw a thunderstorm. The sky, black as the darkest night can be. And there was a war. A war among pokemon he has never seen the likes of before. This time, Mint was not at his side, so he feared the worst. Suddenly, one of the peculiar pokemon dropped from the conflict overhead, and crashed at Romance's feet. It was in great pain, drenched in darkness that had it's own impossible glow. It called out to Varemeil, asking it to help...
"...Honorable guardian, we are ... in great peril! It is I, Jirachi, one of Arceus' protectors... The renegade of darkness threatens ... to take over our world! We are in need of your help once again... Please! REMEMBER YOUR DESTIN- "
The Pokemon, briefly known as Jirachi had vanished. In it's place was a dark aura. Romance slowly raised his head, and looked at the towering silhouette that bulked overhead. A thunder revealed the evil that had destroyed the humble creature. Romance noticed a shining trinket, where Jirachi had been. After grabbing it, he ran, as hard as his legs could physically endure.
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Romance woke from his peculiar dream.
"What a painful nightmare..." He looked at his Poketch and saw that it was closing time. In fact, there was nobody else around. He exited the library still, dazed from the nightmare.
After a while, he sat on the bench he had earlier that day and stared out into the sea again. It was foggy, but a light slowly approached... perhaps a ship. He realized he had nowhere to stay so he went to the Pokemon Center, where they had always welcomed trainers with a soft bed and a hot meal.