The day dawned much like any other. Blearily, I hit the alarm clock, and stumbled out the door, thinking only of breakfast. My mother greeted me as I entered the kitchen.
"Hi, Silver! You're finally awake."
I wasn't aware there was such a hurry... why didn't she just wake me up?
My mother informed me that my friend Lyra had been playing around with her Marill. She was always sort of rubbing it in my face that she had a Pokemon and I didn't... My mother continued by saying that our neighbor, Professor Elm, needed my help with something. Maybe he would finally give me a Pokemon of my own! I headed out the door, exicted at the prospect of adventure.
As I approached the lab, I noticed a character with red hair peering into the window. i wondered a bit at that, but then shrugged and entered the Lab. Elm greeted me warmly, and told me that he was researching the possible benefits of walking with your Pokemon outside of its Ball, and that he hoped I would visit Elm's acquaintance, Mr. Pokemon. I couldn't help but wonder why he didn't ask Lyra... but at least i was finally going to get a Pokemon! Elm presented me with three options, a Totodile, a Cyndaquil, and a Chikorita. Happily, i hose Cyndaquil, and immediately I let it out of its Poke Ball.
"Hey little buddy! I'm so ex--"
"QUIIIIILLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the little guy roared, and shot out sparks. i wondered if that was supposed to be a fire attack.... i guess he's excited about being a fire-type. Not one to squash hopes and dreams, I named my new partner Volcano. Elm's lab assistant gave me some Potions for the journey, and we hit the road.
As Volcano and I began the journey to Mr. Pokemon's house, we trounced a few low-level wild Pokemon, and I quickly realized something about Volcano- he liked being a fire-type. A LOT. Every single battle, he would do his best to incinerate his opposition... unfortunately for the eager little thing, what he hoped were power-packed Eruptions were Tackles.... just Tackles. I knew that as soon as he got a fire-type move, he would be excited to use it.
After a few more battles, we reached Mr. Pokemon, who excitedly handed me a Pokemon egg. Apparently, he wanted Elm to have a look at it... which made me a go-fer with a pyromaniac for a Pokemon. And to compund it, an older man who happened to be there gave me something he called a Pokedex and demanded I write information on every single Pokemon I came across and creepily asked for my number before hobbling out, muttering something about a radio show.
As I left Mr. Pokemon's house, trying to shake the old man smell, when my PokeGear rang. As soon as I answered it, I heard Elm ranting and raving about something before yelling for me to hurry back to the lab, so off I went. Along the way, I was stopped by the very same young man who I had seen scoping out Elm's lab, and he immediately challenged me to a battle, calling upon a very familiar-looking Totodile. After Volcano Tackle'd it into unconciousness, he learned Ember! Finally, a fire attack. Volcano seemed quite happy. Surprised at his defeat, the red-haired man stormed off. I returned to Elm's lab, and was promptly accused of the theft of the Totodile. Lyra, for once, was helpful, and quickly exonerated me. I told the policeman of the man I had battled and the name I had spotted on his Trainer Card- Gold. Elm was excited about the egg that Mr. Pokemon had asked me to deliver, and seemed even more excited about my encounter with the slightly creepy old coot, claiming that this was a good sign for my career as a Pokemon trainer, which Elm thought should next be concerned with conquering the eight Pokemon gyms in the Johto region.
Well.... why not?
Maybe because my only Pokemon is.... troubled, to say the least. As we began the trek back towards Cherrygrove city- the road towards our first gym battle, we encountered a wild Hoothoot. Excitedly, I ordered Cyndaquil to launch his first ever Ember attack, but he refused. He seemed to think that he needed to save it for a power-packed strike at his fateful hour.
This confused me. Why had the little guy been shooting pathetic sparks at every son of a Weedle that looked at him funny if he didn't even want to launch a fire attack? I obviously still had a lot to learn about these creatures.