Join Date: Mar 2009
One final hurrah before I depart.
”Chapter 1: A Journey of One Thousand Miles…”
After outfitting myself for the long journey that was sure to await me, I checked my PC for that old Mail Lyra had sent me when she began her journey a month ago. I smiled for a moment at the simple innocence of her outlook on the Pokémon world, but my face darkened again when the dark omen of my journey loomed over me. Most aspiring Trainers awaited this day like there would be no tomorrow; I had waited for this day wishing that tomorrow would never come. It was 11:35 when I headed down the stairs, and Mom was still awake. I suppose I would’ve had to tell her that I was leaving anyway. She gave me my Bag, my Trainer Card, and my Save Journal before she thought to ask why I was leaving at this late hour.
“Come on, sweetie, nobody’s going to be able to see you off!” I didn’t really want anyone to see me off; the more questions I had to answer, and the more I had to talk about it, the less likely it would be that I could keep my secret. My response was one that soothed her nerves about my capabilities as well as my admittedly suspicious departure:
“Relax, Mom. I’m just going late because the Hoothoot are out at night, and they’ll give me less trouble than the Pidgey we see during the day. Besides, Elm will see me off, and I don’t really know anyone else.” Her nerves at ease, Mom finally let me out the door. To my surprise, I discovered that Lyra nad her Marill were still in town, frolicking about. This worried me; if she was still stuck here after a month, even I would have some serious trouble on this journey. “Lyra,” I asked, “why are you still in New Bark? I thought you were off on your journey.” Her response left me feeling like a complete dolt, though.
“C’mon, Alec, didn’t you know that Marill and I are getting nice and acquainted with each other before we set out? We’ve been here this whole time; I’m surprised you haven’t seen us.” It wasn’t that surprising to me, though; I was pondering whether or not to accept the challenge and studying Pokémon in my room for the past month. Lyra shrugged in response to my silence and skipped off, Marill in tow. I headed to Professor Elm’s for my first Pokémon. Ignoring the crimson-domed Peeping Tom at Elm’s window, I went inside.
Almost as soon as I walked in the door, Elm launched into a speech about walking with Pokémon and how beneficial it was. I’m certain that it was fascinating, but I was too preoccupied to listen until his remark that he’s “going to give me a Pokémon!” He pointed me to a dome to his right, but before I could choose my starter Pokémon, he got a call on his Pokégear. It was from Mr. Pokémon, about some discovery of his. Though I didn’t want to go on some cumbersome errand, I knew that the training would do my new partner good. Without any further ado, I strolled over to the machine.
I already knew before I looked into the Poké Balls which Pokémon were inside. The one on the left contained Chikorita, a bulky Grass-Type with a wide movepool helpful in aiding its friends. Next was the Fire-Type Cyndaquil, which made up for its lack of bulk with great Special Attack and Speed. Finally, I came to Tododile, a Water-Type Pokémon with powerful Physical offense and defense. I was certain earlier that I would pick Tododile, but something in me was just drawn to that Cyndaquil, and so it was: Cyndaquil became my first Pokémon. His nickname: Jeff. After Professor Elm directed Jeff and I to Mr. Pokémon’s house north of Cherrygrove City, we departed his lab… well, tried to, at any rate. A Lab Aide gave me some Potions to help in the journey; these were a greater aid than he knew, since I couldn’t buy items from a Mart.
Outside, I ran into Lyra and her Marill again. She recommended that I show Jeff to my mom, commented on how cute he was, and left as quick as she came. I decided to heed her advice and head home to say one last goodbye to Mom. She returned my Pokégear after it came back from the repair shop, then appraised my Cyndaquil more closely.
“Jolly natured, huh? Be careful, hon; its Embers and suchlike won’t hit as hard as most Cyndaquil’s would. Regardless, it’s a beautiful Cyndaquil, and I’m sure you two will do great together.” I was completely surprised at Mom’s Pokémon knowledge, and almost told her about the challenge. I zipped my lips, though; I wouldn’t want to worry her sick. Upon trying to leave town, Elm stopped me just to give me his phone number. I finally left, but not before I told Jeff about the dangers ahead.
“Jeff, this is going to be hard, very hard… you might not make it through. It’s more dangerous than you could even imagine. Are you sure you want to go on with me? Someone else would gladly train you.” Jeff was determined, though; even after being with me for a mere 5 minutes, he was determined to see through whatever challenges we faced… together.
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