Mossy Village wasn't what one would think it to be. It was large, sure, but probably one of the most pacifistic villages in the forest. The Pokemon here seemed relatively calm, training and fighting to help scout or protect the village. Most, if not all, were some sort of bug type or grass type. He was going to protect them all. Though small, his heart was big, and every morning he would wake up before the sun, and his mom, and go outside running with his dad. They rushed under webbed bridges and weaved through the berry bushes. When they got to the creek they would spend a few moments together splashing in the water, and then be on their way, scurrying across the grass and moss, up the trees, and bouncing across the branches. His dream was to be the future protector of the village. To make sure that no outsiders would come to harm the peaceful folk who lived here. He fought hard. When bad Pokemon came to town, he and his dad would rush out to fight them. Henry loved every moment he got to spend with his dad, taking pride in how far both of them had come. There was nothing else he could imagine doing besides helping protect the village.