Pokemon: Master Chronicles
(Kanto Region)
Chapter 1: My name is Jace


I've always wanted to become a pokemon master. Yet I never understood how that
dream could ever become imaginable.

I've never really shown any real interest in pokemon or the battles that they contest in.
It was a concept that to me... felt a bit harsh. I really couldn't understand how a trainer,
or a pokemon for that matter, would even want to do such a thing.

Though, I've always wanted to go on those treacherous yet rewarding journeys. Be the
guy that won battles and put himself into situations where only he could be the hero.
It just isn't who I am.

I'm the guy you call when you wanna win a game of Call of Duty. I dominate in that
world. Video games are my specialty.

It is still my dream to be the guy that goes out there and takes the world of pokemon
by storm. I live in a world filled with the things. Everyone in this world knows all about
them. Growing up, everyone learns all about the pokemon you can start with. I always
took a personal liking to the Fire-Type, charmander. Yet I love the evolutions of the Water-
Type, squirtle. I'm already at a cross roads here and I haven't even started my journey.

Charizard is cool and all, but when you add another type such as flying, to a Fire-Type
pokemon all you really do is rid them of the weakness to Ground-Types and add the
weakness to Electric-Types. Personally, I feel a pokemon of the Fire-Type shouldn't be
weak to a pokemon of the Electric-Type. It just makes no sense.

Blastoise doesn't have to worry about such a thing. It is a pure Water-Type pokemon
through and through. Of course that means being weak to both Electric-Types and Grass-
Types. At least it makes sense. In my mind at least.

Anyway, before I rant on too much further. I am twelve years old now and for the most
part all of my friends have left on their own journeys. That happened at least two years
ago.

I don't have some dumb excuse like "I wanted to study pokemon more" or "I wasn't
allowed to leave". I just didn't want to leave my comfortable life style. I'm more of a
wishful thinker than a doer.

I live in the Kanto region. Pallet Town to be more exact. It couldn't get any more perfect
than that. I don't even have to travel to start my journey. Though I'll be doing tons of
traveling once I actually begin my journey.

Tomorrow my journey begins. I go see professor Bloom at her lab and then I make the
tough decision of which pokemon to start with. Here I am, sitting in my room on my laptop
scanning through the internet on information of the two pokemon I have to choose between.
How lousy. Why put such a decision on a child? It's just plain cruel.

See, I can't just carelessly do something. I'm either all in or not going to have anything to
do with it. I typically over think everything and catch myself rambling on in my own mind.
Talk about a small attention span.

It happens all to often though. My rants can go on for some time. I've been known to
go way off topic and get to the point where nobody even knows what the original
conversation was.

Still. I have a very important decision to make.

What am I going to wear? How many changes of clothes should I put into my item balls?
How many item balls should I even bring? Mom bought me tons of the things. She said
label each one and then put them all in a box or something. Then use one final item ball
to make it so my haul for this journey is at a minimum. Makes sense.

I don't understand the mechanics of an item ball. It does the same thing a pokeball does
but with everyday objects. Well, I guess you could say I don't understand the mechanics of
a pokeball either. This probably doesn't mean much to others, but I have been told I have
something called low latent inhibition.

Normally that would mean for someone to be highly inattentive and always distracted
by the things around them. Doctor says that because of my above average I.Q. I process
these things much better and it ultimately makes me more aware of things. Sounds like
something that will make me better at pokemon battles. It sure helps me when I'm
playing Playstation.

I can't say I'm more aware than other people. Not really something you feel when
you have something different about you. You just feel like you. Is what I see and do
really that different from others? I sure hope not. I just wanna be like everyone else.

At least until I become a pokemon master. Even then I want to blend though.

A true pokemon master doesn't just conquer Kanto, Johto or any region for that matter.
In this world the only people that can be called 'pokemon master' are those who have
conquered all of the regions. I have looked into this. There are only two people that have
accomplished this. Defeating one region can't be easy. So defeating over six? Impossible.

One of the masters has recently died of old age. The other one is a woman in her sixties.
So you can see that this isn't a task that is easily done. This task is nearly impossible.
There are about four people that have defeated two regions and two people that have
conquered three regions. These six trainers are legendary.

The moment you defeat your second region you are famous. Everyone knows your name
and face. Everyone except me at least. I try my best not to follow someone else's path.
So I avoid anything and everything involving these people. I do hear it took both pokemon
masters over twenty years to earn their thrones. That should really tell you how hard it is
to do this. I understand I keep stressing this. I wouldn't do so if it wasn't true.

Not everyone understands what it takes to defeat all of the regions. At least the people
that aren't trying to do so. Some people give up on the dream and become a Gym Leader.
Others are even more skilled and choose to be the wall that you must climb as a member
of the Elite Four. Only if you're approved by the pokemon league though.

Tomorrow it begins. I'm so close to beginning this journey. My eyelids are starting to feel
heavy now. This is really what I have been waiting for. I want to fall asleep. I don't want
to dream or anything else that will delay me starting my journey tomorrow.

Even with a groggy mind, I can't sleep. I'm just laying here. Insomnia? No. Just a kid waiting
for Christmas. "Ah!" Comes out of my mouth as I stretch and yawn. My mind. I'm starting
to lose focus. Soon, I'll be...

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

Where did time go? The sound of my alarm going off can only mean that it is morning.
Six o'clock in the morning to be exact. My excitement from the night before seems to
have disappeared and it is now replaced by drowsiness. Normally you don't notice
how tired you are in the morning until you have something that needs to be done.
You immediately take notice that all of the planning you've done the night before
means nothing.

Right now I just want to sleep some more. I can't do that. I know that in a mere two
hours it will be a pokemon and me heading to Viridian City. That feels like such a long
ways away. Not that I care at this very moment. All I know is that right now I'm exhausted.
Route One was always forbidden without a pokemon. I've been there a number of
times with my dad, but I never saw a wild pokemon. So I never understood why.

I sit up and move to the edge of my bed. I'm suddenly overcome with an overwhelming
feeling. I'm starting to feel sick. I want to throw up. I know all I'm feeling is my nerves
taking over my body. I want to stand but my legs feel weak.

I push through the unsteady and nauseating feelings and I stand up. I look around my
bedroom in a daze for a moment. For some reason my parents gave me the larger of the
two bedrooms when we moved into this apartment.

A few feet from my bed is a desk with my laptop. A few inches to the left of the desk is
a short dresser with my thirty-two inch television and Playstation 3 on it. At the foot of
my bed is a small cushioned bench that I normally slide over so that I can sit closer to the
television for whatever game I'm playing at the moment.

My controller lays motionless on the bench. Next to my dresser is a sliding door closet
filled with an assortment of clothing. The rest of the clothes being in the dresser of
course. Not including the ones scattered on the floor. Those are dirty though. I was
suppose to put them in a hamper but I never got around to it. Plus my mom always
ends up doing it anyway. Why fight it? There are a couple of plates and cups on the floor
and on the desk as well. Again. Mom usually gets that stuff.

My walls are covered in posters. Mostly just posters of pokemon. I have a poster with the
Elite Four on it as well. Other than that there are a couple of bands up and even a map
of the Kanto region. I've studied this map thoroughly. Seems like the smartest way to
prepare for my journey.

I have one of those lamps that are pretty tall next to my bed. Behind that lamp is a
window. That window is almost behind my full size bed but it has a few inches fore that.
I'm sure it'd be even if I had a queen size. As I'm standing here I feel the cold hard wood
floor beneath my feet. A cold chill comes up from my feet, through my spine and of course
sends the signal to my brain. I really hate cold chills. A shiver for a moment and then it
passes just as quickly as it came.

I slowly make my way to my bedroom door, wiping my eyes to rid myself of the nights
sleep. I really hate it when my eyes water. Wiping them can't possibly be safe. I grab
the handle to my door and slowly open it. I walk out into the apartments tiny hallway.

Across from my bedroom is the door to my parents bedroom. Directly to the right of my
bedroom door is a wall. A few feet down the hallway to the left of my parents bedroom is
another door and that is my destination. The bathroom. The hall isn't very big and it is
pretty plain, excluding the couple of family photos my mom has hanging up.

After using the restroom, taking what could be my last shower, and brushing my teeth;
I head to the kitchen. Directly at the end of the hallway is a large open space that most
families would call a living room. For us, it is just a room with a couch, a table, and a
television. We don't really do too much living in there. Mom takes her laptop in there when
she needs to do some work. That's really about it. At the end of the hallway, on the left is
an archway to the kitchen.

My nerves still haven't dispersed at all and my head is starting to feel light. I'm feeling a bit
dizzy due to this nervous feeling. Not only is this my first time really leaving home. This is
my first time coming into any real contact with a pokemon. Despite my dad working with
professor Bloom as a lab assistant.

By the time I make it down the hall to where the kitchen is, I see my moom finishing up
breakfast. The smell is sickening. My stomach is upset to the point of barely being able
to hold in the barf. That is undoubtedly going to show itself today. I manage to scarf
down a slice of dry toast but it doesn't give me strength. What could?

"It'll be okay." My mom says, trying to assure me. That surely wouldn't be enough. The
only way I am going to get past this flustered feeling is to just get what I need done.
I go back to my room and grab my item ball. Everything I could possibly need is in
there. I am actually surprised by how many I am using. Twenty-three item balls. That
is twenty-three items I am using before I even begin my journey. I also have twenty-
seven extras due to mom buying everything in bulk. Within the empties I put backpacks
and other things of that nature so that I can use the minimal amount of them. It is the
right way to do things.

I go to my closet and grab a pair of blue jeans that are hanging up and put them on.
I then go over to my dresser and grab a pair of socks and a shirt that has a picture of
the Elite Four on it. I take at glance at my clock. I grab the item ball that contains all of
my items and quickly make my way out of the door. "I love you mom." Those are my last
words. I know nothing more needs to be said. As I run, I hear her reply, "I love you too.
Be safe." With that, I am off to begin this difficult journey.

The butterflies in my stomach begin to settle at this point. That is a good thing. The
pressure finally leaves my chest and is now solely dormant in my stomach. Though
there is a slight pressure in my head still. There is no getting around this uneasy
feeling. I only live about four blocks away from professor Bloom's lab and I make it
there in a matter of minutes. I am an hour early and yet I have to be one of the last
people to get here. Upon my arrival, there is a group of at least twenty-four people
waiting. Things at this point feel very real.

I don't know why I expected to be the only one doing this today. Dad did tell me that
they did this once a month. Of course there are going to be more than just a couple
of people. Pallet Town isn't small by any means so there are plenty of kids wanting
to become trainers.

My parents told me that it used to be a small quiet town before defeating the regions
became a real thing. There are shops and hotels all over the place. There is a large
apartment complex, where I live, that all of the lab assistants live in. Very few people
actually own houses. They are pretty scarce here. This town has pretty much become
an attraction because of the pokemon lab.

There are plenty of kids wanting to start a journey that are from this town. Not only
that. A lot of people from other regions come here as well. How else would one come
to conquer the world?

As I draw closer I notice three guys in front of a crowd of people and soon realize that
these aren't all trainers. There are a couple of them behind the group but the rest are
News Station reporters giving interviews to those three trainers. The irritable feeling
returned. It hits me pretty hard. I've never been in front of a camera before. I know I
am going to be camera shy. Things are going to go bad quickly.

I make my way to one of the extra trainers after forcing my way through my nerves. "Are
they interviewing all of us new trainers?" I ask this with a slight hesitation. It is obvious
that I am worried about going on camera. I don't care if anyone knows it.

"Interviewing us? Hell no. Seems like we have some really strong people getting starters
in the Kanto region with us. Looks like the next chance to challenge the Elite Four is
gone."

"Strong trainers? How could they be if they are just getting starters like us?" I honestly
have no idea how that works. Before he said anything I realize what he meant but he
already began explaining it to me. It would be rude to stop him mid sentence. So I
listen anyway.

"They are all from other regions. Not only that. All three of them have defeated more than
one region."

At least I did learn something new from his explanation. Though it was short and sweet.
I'm just glad that I don't have to listen to an answer I already know. Though I do find this
to be a good opportunity to actually find out who these guys are. "So. Who are they?"

The guy smirked as if he was waiting to explain this to someone. "I'll start with the short
one with the spiky blond hair, cold eyes, headphones, and gray hoodie. His name is Sven
Eisenberg. Right now he is one of two trainers that has defeated three regions. He is also
said to be the stronger of the two. Though they have never actually faced off in a battle.
His favorite color is blue. Favorite food is sweets. He is fifteen years old and has never
lost a battle. Personality wise. He is pretty carefree and lax. He does have an unnatural
addiction to sweets though."

This guy really has a lot of information. I didn't ask for a life story but he seems to have
one. I did stumble on the right person here though. He seems to be the type of person
that collects data on people. He moved on to the next person.

"The tall one with short dark brown hair wearing the orange t-shirt is Blake Summers. He
has defeated two regions so far. He started this journey the same time Sven did in the
same region. Those two are considered to be prodigies when it comes to pokemon training."

"What region did they start in?" I interrupted.

"I was getting there." He says with irritation in his voice. "They are both from Sinnoh.
They are both actually from Sunyshore City. Blake feels as though he is the rival of Sven.
Blake's favorite color is orange. His favorite food is steak smothered in mushrooms. He is
fifteen years old just like Sven. It took him three times to beat the Sinnoh League and only
one to beat the Unova League. Both Blake and Sven agreed that Unova was easier than
Sinnoh and Sven said that it was also easier than the Kalos region. Personality wise, Blake
is pretty easy going and a pretty sarcastic person. Though he really hates to lose and talks
down to those that beat him. He is very competitive."

I immediately take notice to this guy adding Sven into everything. Sven this. Sven that. I
have learned more about Sven than I have Blake. Though it is nice to know what kind
of monster he is. Blake seems pretty childish to me though. Talking down to people that
beat him. I can't even begin to understand the logic to that.

"Finally there is Natalya Volkov. The girl with the long brown hair, red short shorts, and
yellow tank top. Like Blake, she has lost to Sven. She was defeated in Unova by him in
the preliminaries during her second try. The year before she made it to the Elite Four and
was utterly crushed by the first member. The following year she lost to him. The year after
that, she finally defeated the Elite Four and claimed victory over them. She too has two
regions under her belt. Though she isn't considered a prodigy like those two. Before Unova
she defeated the Hoenn region, which is where she is from. Dewford Town to be exact.
It took her three tries to defeat that region as well. She is twenty-two years old. Her
favorite color is yellow and her favorite food is beef stroganov. Personality wise, she is
a hard ass. She has a hot temper and has many buttons to be pushed. She is nice. Just
don't push her."

Even though it took her a long time to do it. Natalya is still a person that has defeated
two regions. Her skills can't easily be rivaled. Though, I'm curious how a battle between
her and Blake would go. I would love to see that match. It is very obvious why the two
of them are here in Pallet Town now. They are here to defeat Sven. I wonder how many
people are here to beat him. Perhaps even the guy feeding me this information is here to
do so. "How do you know all of this?"

He smirked once more. "Well, my goal is to defeat Sven. So I know everything about him
and the people that have also made their goal to defeat him. I'm from the Sinnoh region
as well. I'm from Twinleaf Town. I was only nine when I watched him begin his journey
and after he defeated the Sinnoh league with ease, I decided to defeat him. I follow him
to every region and battle it out in the preliminaries. I never actually got to face him but
I'm hoping to one day show my worth and beat him. I need to do it before he defeats
all of the regions and becomes a master."

I honestly have no idea what to say to this guy. He follows the best trainer in the world,
hoping to defeat him when he can't even beat the other trainers that aren't near his
level. How absurd.

He extended his hand. "The names Mac Fig. And you are?"

I didn't want to shake this guys hand. I didn't want to tell him any information. He just
seems like some sort of background character that is extremely plain but has just enough
wrong with him to throw in an assortment of plots as filler. I'm sure I don't fill the roll of
a major character but this can't be good for my image. And his name is Mac Fig. What kind
of plain name is Mac Fig!? "My name is Jace. Jace Owens." I of course grabbed his hand and
shook. I didn't want to be rude to the guy just because he had stalker-like traits. Who am
I to judge?