Authors note for all you wonderful peoples.
Welcome to Words of Steel, the first story I shall behold onto the world. This however is literally my first story to ever be fully written, so expect the best or worst piece of literature you could ever fathom. That being said, I wanted to start this story to really see where it could go, what I could do with it and to have fun writing about a world that basically shaped my childhood. Finally, I own nothing from Pokémon or the respected industries that may or may not be shown in this story.
That is all.
When I was little, I learned about mysterious beings called Pokemon that inhabit our world and possess amazing strength and powers. Humans and pokémon coexist with one another and worked, played and fought together since the beginning of time. And then there were pokémon trainers. People who brought out the true strength and majesty of pokémon, went on adventures around the world and fought against other trainers to see which one was superior in the art of battle. So, of course, I wanted to be a trainer.
Being a child, I was at a bit of a disadvantage when compared to the top brass, with another hindrance being that I didn't have a pokémon. Living in Black City, one of the most industrialized and non-pokémon-friendly places in the region didn't help either, with the only occasional pokémon being rattata and trubbish. I would have been desperate to catch anything I could get my hands on but I was a stubborn child with stubborn limitations. I vowed to catch only the rarest of rare pokémon out there but, once again, I was in no position to make such claims. I rethought my idea of a rare pokémon and learned of the different species out there until finally I decided that my pokémon would be something that was cool and exotic compared when compared to any other starter.
"Dad, I want an axew." He put down the paper and looked at me with the widest eyes I'd ever seen.
I add my parents to my list of hindrances of becoming a trainer after that.
Both my mom and dad were equally discouraging in my want of becoming a Trainer, saying I should become a business man (Like my father) to get a nice job and have a wealthy living. After I was good on funds, I could then become a trainer; even though I was convinced I'd be fifty-something by the time that happened. My mom said I should finish school and be at least a little older, even though I told her it was perfectly natural for ten year olds to become trainers. My dad was more concerned on funds then my dream and always gently rebuffed me when I raised the topic around him. By the time of my eleventh birthday, I realized that I'd get nowhere in my training life if I didn't convince my parents that becoming a trainer was my dream and leave home. I decide that summer that I would leave home and venture out into the wild to find an axew and prove to my parents that I was a good trainer by running the gym circuit and come home with a team of six and a filled badge case. I didn't know exactly how I would find a axew or where I would go once I left home but I always figured it would be better than staying at home for the rest of my life. Fortunately, my constant pleading had left an impression, as that summer, my father announced we were moving to Undella for the month to relax. I allowed myself to be moved and concluded that if I couldn't convince my parents there, I'd simply run away before we went back home. Over that time, I realized that I'd never have a axew if my parents didn't buy one for me, so I once again tempered the idea of my starter until I was satisfied. If I couldn't get a starter that was awesome from the start, I'd catch an ordinary pokémon that I would train like crazy until it was the very definition of awesome.
Once I chose what that pokémon would be of course.
That is, if my parents would let me even have a pokémon.