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A gentle breeze blew across her face, cascading her deep brown hair in various ways. It was slightly chilly, but that was logical. The clock beside her blinked on and off neon greens number, 11:28 P.M. The sky was a powerful navy blue, with the starlight shining directly upon her face. It danced across her hazel eyes... This was her night. It wasn't just any night either, this night she would turn 13. The age where she could finally begin her journey through the region of Siir, to battle gym leaders and eventually make it into the Pokemon League... But that would be a long time.

The clock read 12:00, she silently stood up from her balcony, and opened a door while sliding into a room. Immediately she shut the door, took off the nightgown she was wearing, and slipped into a gentle sleep.

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The next morning, her mothers voice pierced through her head. She pulled the covers over her head, trying to drown out the sounds. But still, they kept rushing at her.

"Lynn! Get out of bed! It's your birthday and I just spent the entire morning cooking up your breakfast, if you're not going to get up for it at least tell me so I can eat my own cooking!"

Annoyed by this comment, Lynn flipped her blankets off her ans stood up. She walked across the comfortable rug over to her dresser, and began to mix and match clothes. Finally she settled on a simple pair of old and tight jeans, with a pink T-shirt-shirt that had a red heart on the front. Simple, and effective. Just as she had picked out her clothes, she grabbed an aquamarine colored comb off her dresser and looked in the mirror while combing her dark hair. And finally, she bound down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm up mom, sheesh. You could at least buy an alarm clock or something, do you know how annoying it is to hear you consistently yelling at me, over and over?" Lynn nit picked.

"That's why I do it!" She said enthusiastically, as Lynn sat down. The second she had a plate of warm food was thrust in front of her - all of her favorites.

"You're father's coming home from work early today, he will be here in about two hours. After breakfast you can go watch him on Television, he's competing in another battle again... He just wont stop reliving his childhood." Her mother rambled on. Lynn didn't really care, she was too engrossed in her food to really pay attention any ways. "Oh... I'm sorry! I forgot to wish you a happy birthday! How does it feel to finally be 13? I know I was excited when I turned 13. I was riding my bike through the woods when -"

Lynn gulped down a hefty portion of eggs, "Yeah, mom, I've heard the story before. It feels nice... Different. I've been excited for this day for a long time, and I hope I'm not disappointed."

"Well, I imagine you wont dear. Now go watch T.V., I'll wash up the dishes."

Moments later, Lynn was gazing at the Television set. The brightly lit colors danced across her eyes as she watched the Pokemon battle ensue before her.

"And now" the announcer stated, "The Champion of the Elite Four has two Pokemon left, and the Challenger only has one! How will this battle turn out? Trainers, on the count of three please choose your Pokemon!"

Each trainer then took out a Pokeball, the crowd was full of awe. Who would win?

"THREE!"

Two Pokeballs flew onto the stadium, and Lynn saw them both release a Pokemon. The Champion - her father, had selected a powerful Swellow. It was painted a majestic royal blue, with its wings bearing streaks of dirty white. It's beak was an astounding yellow color, and it's eyes were darker that the darkest night. Whereas the Challenger had selected a Lickitung. It's fat, pink, blubbery skin was all over the place as it's brightly lit red tongue rolled out in front of it. It's eyes were a blue of calm anxiety, filled to the brim with hope and fear. Both Pokemon immediently began to battle back and forth.

"Swellow, use Drill Peck now!"

The Swellow dived toward the Lickitung, just as Swellow got close Lickitung opened up it's mouth and fired a beam of ice at the Swellow! Lynn flinched as the beam was about to hit, but suddenly it did a quick roll out of the way. It's beak began to rapidly spin as it got even more closer, and finally it impacted. The Lickitung gave out a cry of pain as it hit the floor, and each trained recalled their Pokemon.

It hadn't been extraordinary, but it had been an entertaining battle.

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As her father walked through the door, Lynn suddenly flung herself at him as fast as she could. She briefly hugged him, then proceeded to congratulate him on winning the battle.

"Good job at the battle, Dad! You were excellent, I can't believe he even got into the finals, no offense to the trainer, but his Lickitung seemed a bit weak..." She began to exclaim.

"Er... Thanks. It was a powerful Pokemon, but it may of been a different outcome if it was a stronger one." When he had said the word May, her mothers ears had perked up.

"What is that, dear?" Lynn's mom asked.

"Nothing honey." Her father replied, "Hey, Lynn, come into the living room with me, I have a surprise for you!"

Joy flew through her body. She was 13, and it was customary for 13 year olds to receive their first Pokemon on their 13th birthday. She could only imagine what the surprise was, but she was more than certain it was a Pokemon. What else could it be? As she jumped on the couch, her father sat calmly beside her. He took out a single Pokeball.

"Now... I was originally going to let you pick a Pokemon out of my collection. However, I decided that you'd have to start your journey like me, learning everything along the way with an inexperienced Pokemon. I also realized that each Pokemon had it's own personality, and I didn't want you to pick a Pokemon on how strong it was and ignore it's feelings, I wanted you to pick a Pokemon and bond with it. So to avoid that happening, I decided to pick out your own Pokemon. Please don't yell at me, I only did was I thought was right. I didn't choose a weak one, it will be strong once you train it enough. And battling isn't about brute strength, it's about strategy and tactics, that's how you win battles."

Thought began to pop up in her head. What Pokemon was it? Would she start her journey today? Just how HAD her dad started his journey? But her questions were short lived when he opened the Pokeball, and her Pokemon came out in a flash of white light.