A/N: I do not own Pokemon, not even a Jay-Zian share of it. Please leave all comments regarding that I am a horrible writer and I should find a way to publicly off myself as soon as possible in the comments section, and I will try to answer any questions in PM if you have any. This chapter is very short because it's my vision of a prologue. Enjoy!

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December 30th - Prologue

Two creatures were fighting on the TV screen to prove that their master was the better of the other. One, shaped like a large, round boulder with arms and legs was obviously struggling with the other, a behemoth of a thing, orange with disproportionately small wings. "Dragonite, use Dragon Rage to finish it off!" The giant orange thing's master commanded. With no hesitation, the Dragonite sucked in air and breathed out a massive blue flame. This attack took the boulder creature down as it gave one last sigh before collapsing. "Golem can no longer battle! Drew is out of Pokémon, so Lance is the victor of this year's Pokémon championship! He is one year away from tying the record of longest tenure as the Kanto league champion! This is another step in history in the making, ladies and gentlemen!" The announcer screamed, clearly going hoarse midway through his speech.

"Well, that finale was pretty boring," a teenage girl sighed.

"You'll have your chance next year if you don't let boys get in your way!" an older man chuckled.

"Dad! That's not nice!"

"Whoever said I needed to be nice?"

"I did! I think...once..."

"Exactly my point."

"Well...I should go to bed, you are kicking me out of the house tomorrow if I remember correctly."

"Yep! About time too! I can finally have the house to myself again!"

"Goodnight Dad..."

"Goodnight Jennifer."

And the teenage girl walked to her room, looking at herself through her mirror, examining her long, brown hair, then her jade green eyes, then her small frame. Starting the path of a travelling trainer at age 14 was a little old maybe, but who was to say? And then there was that new guy who was also starting out...what was his name again? Jennifer turned away from the mirror, and neatly tucked herself in to her bed.

"Do you have enough underwear? Deodorant? Toothbrush and toothpaste? Snacks? Water? How about something to re-" a middle-aged woman questioned, for the 395th time that day.

"For the last time Mom, I have everything ready!" a teenage boy wasn't sure what he was looking forward more to tomorrow: the start of his journey as a Pokémon trainer or leaving his mom's constant nagging.

"I'm just making sure, I know you and your forgetfulness."

"I have everything I need packed, including underwear."

"Well, you should get to bed, your big day's tomorrow!"

"I suppose, goodnight Mom."

"Goodnight Dave."

And the teenage boy walked to his room. He may be 14, but he felt the giddiness of an 8-year-old on Christmas Eve tonight. He plopped himself on his bed and fell asleep, not caring to put himself under the covers.