It was a sunny day in Oldale Town, and May Birch was going about her everyday business, stocking up on supplies at the local store, ready for a day's training. However, among the standard makeshift stalls of the Sunday market stood a newcomer; one May didn't recognise.
"Why hello there, sweetie!" An old lady cackled behind the stall, "I see you've taken an interest in the occult. Does anything here take your fancy?"
"Well no umm, I was just looking, because you were new here, and umm..." May began, quickly glancing over the seemingly random collection of bottles and things with the heavy shopping bags in her arms. Her Torchic pecking at her feet in impatience, May didn't find anything of interest after her quick glance. "Really sorry, lady. My Torchic wants feeding, and these're heavy, so I've gotta go!"
"Ohh, not to worry dear." The old lady smiled, extending a shaky hand, "Here, take a wee souvenir to remember me by."
She dropped a perfectly round, pink pellet-like thing onto the top of May's shopping bag. "That's a powerful spell, dearie. Should solve any problem you encounter!"
"...wow, thanks!" May summoned up a falsified enthusiasm, more than just a little sceptical of a random pellet that could supposedly solve any problem she faced, "C'mon Torchic, let's get moving!"
"Chiiiic!" Her Torchic chirped after her, and the two began the short walk back to Littleroot town, accompanied with the timely rustling of paper bags with each step. Feeling like people were staring at her, she spun around to confront whoever it was, but noticed... no-one.
"Weird..." she muttered, but paying no heed of the fact that the old lady had vanished. What happens next?