AN: I would like to ask anyone who would like to write this/write a variation to site me or run it by me if you want you can take the first bit, im too busy these days to write, edit and rewrite it, send to beta get back edit etc. If you want to continue the fic, feel free. I have simply lost all ability to continue. To my many betas, thank you. You know who you are.
CH.1. The news
"Blythe!" My mom called from downstairs in the kitchen, the scent of breakfast wafting up from down the stairs and into my nose. "Its time for Breakfast!" She called. I quickly turned off the T.V and ran down the stairs to the dining room, seeing my mom staring at the various trophies on the shelf from her days racing Rhyhorn. My mom then turned and smiled at me, "Come on now Blithe, if we don't start eating you won't get to the professors on time." I smiled, and nodded, sliding into my seat letting my long chestnut hair drape over the back of the chair. My bright sapphire eyes staring hungrily at my plate of eggs, bacon and toast, not a lot, just enough for my small appetite. It only helped that this meal is very tasty and nutritious, one of my favorite breakfasts.
A little later after breakfast, My mom was watching me pack my lunch and asked,"Honey, what is Professor Oak is teaching you this week?"
"Not much, mom" came my quite reply from my rarely used voice, while I cut the ham, a dull thud coming off of the board as the knife hit's the bottom, " I'm just re-learning how to train baby pokemon, after all, I am being given one for my journey soon" It was true I was nine and three quarters almost of legitimate age to have a pokemon.
"Oh how exciting honey! I just hope you stay in contact with me while on your journey!" My mom exclaimed, almost sounding sad, she must be thinking of dad. grabbing my bag off of the table, and setting my lunch inside, I left the kitchen, to begin the short walk to the Professors, my door letting out a soft creak and thunk as it had closed behind me, the smell of flowers meeting me outside, where moms prized flower garden blossomed and flourished.
As I walk to the Professors, I think about what I had seen on T.V, just before breakfast. I was watching the news to see what the weather was going to be like, and to see if there were any pokemon discovered recently, while waiting for breakfast, drinking a glass of Orange Juice, I like coffee, sure, I am just a bit too young to drink that, at least in my opinion, except for special occasions, like new years when i need to stay up and see the fireworks, or mourning my dads death. Apparently, according to the news at least, there was a Pokemon Masters League starting soon. It was to be held once every Three years. The person charged with being their leader was Red. It figures, he was a living, beating the old Kanto champion and dethroning the one that was crowned not a hour before. I wondered how this new league was set up, would it be weakest champion to strongest? By order of choice like the Unova elite four? I could ask the old Professor. He was involved in these things, as the leader of the Professors in the world. The doors to the Professors lab made a humming sound as I walked into the massive pristine white lab. I was still on auto pilot, to feed the Baby Pokemon. Maybe I could avoid the small ball of flame I get from accidentally stepping on the poor little Charmander that was never picked. Charmander was weak to most of the gyms in the Kanto region. I was planning on picking him to be my starter. It was then I saw the Professor, I gave a wave, a quiet "G'morning, Professor" and kept walking, towards the room filled with the young starters.
"Blythe, a moment, if you would please" the aged Professor's voice stopped me. "I have somthing else for you to do today. Something, new." he said, walking slowly down the hall I was told not to go down. I had listened,I could see the only thing was an empty hall, with a door at the end. If the professor wanted me to stay away from the room, I would. no need to break one of his maybe five rules for me. "Follow me, it's time for you to see what resides down this hall." He stated continuing down the hall. As we walked down the corridor I saw the lone, shiny reinforced stainless steel door at the end of the hallway growing closer, this must mean something for doors that grand to be in what must be the most boring section of the building, finally, in front of the 10 ft' tall doors, I realised it must be something very important to have so many locks. There were locks of all sorts on it barring invaders from getting through. at least I knew why the walls on the back of the Dragon types pens was 5 inches of reinforced steel, I had always assumed it was because they could easily destroy any other wall, but that wall, from what I remember should be on the other side of what was behind this door. Curious. and that seemed to be the easy way, if anything, this door considered.
I was curious as to what was so closely guarded as to be in such a room, I saw a electronic lock, padlock, magnetic lock, whatever that lock was, a pad of some sort. This door looked like it could take a explosion from a Golem, which had been known to knock down buildings, whatever was in this room, it was seriously guarded. I was about to find out what the aged Professor held so dear, as to hold it in that room. in that room, What would need so much guarding? Hell, the only thing He kept remotely as safe as this was a key that he absolutely never went without. It never left his neck. I was told this by his Granddaughter, who often played with me and my other friend, Leaf. Leaf and I were about 7 at the time and she was in her twenties. Probably just helping my mom out with babysitting while mom went shopping so she could teach me more about cooking. Her brother already a recognised gym leader and Red still traveling. Having given Lance his title back for reasons no one really understood.
"Well, here we are, This door holds the secret to Reds' Success, Power, Victory." I really wanted to see the thing that allowed such a trainer to be who he was. "The only other person who entered this room outside of me is the very best trainer, a legend some may say. The best there ever was. Do you think you can stand up to that? The legacy and power you will hold is absolute." I nodded and was getting impatent. The pep talk made me really want to see.
"Alright then" The aged man turned and quietly opened the electronic lock and put his thumb on the pad on the door, took the key off his neck, the one I never saw him without, and opened the door, to show me the rooms contents. Time slowed down and when the Doors finally opened I wasted no time, sprinting into the room. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the low lighting. "These" the aged man, walking into the room, an amused expression from behind me started, as my eyes finished adjusting, "are eggs that my trainers left with me for raising, or giving to trainers that I trust. You, my dear, are the first to enter this room since Red, other than me, of course." Oak said, Pride shining through in his voice, moving to the six empty slots on the shelf that looked like they hadn't seen a egg in years.." I come to this room once a week to see how the eggs are," he said, looking sad. "As I hope you recall, eggs cannot hatch without a trainer by their side," he stated. I just nodded, awed by the fact that the only other person to enter this room was the best. "And yet," he said, breaking my thoughts, " I, will allow you the same opportunity as I did him, you have the chance to pick whichever you wish. Choose wisely, and follow your heart." he said, turning, and quietly, leaving, I could only gawk in awe of my unbelievable luck. I walked to a nearby egg that I could feel a tiny connection to and picked it up, putting it in a cart near the thick steel doors, before wandering into the room that seemed to be endless stretches of eggs and carpet, a staircase going up and another floor above that, a thousand eggs at least, a few thousand perhaps. Oak must have had this room for ages, since he started as a professor, or at least this room had eggs from the daycares that were scattered in each region
A few minutes later, I saw two more eggs, on the second floor now, that I felt a pull towards. Picking them up,I wandered back, my feet making little noise on the plush carpet. I came back to the doors, leaving my eggs there, before wandering back into the room.
Soon I was on the third floor, the top floor, and felt compelled to another egg. it was on the sixth shelf, about six feet off the ground, the shelves being a foot apart. I was tall for a nine and a half year old girl, standing at five foot four. I could reach the shelf and the egg on it, if just barely. Feeling like I would be missing something if I went down now, I continued on to the next row. Halfway down the row, I saw an egg. I knew this wonderful little container of happiness was meant for me. I ran to it, stumbling slightly at the eggs added weight in my arms. Coming to a stop in front of my prize, a larger than average egg, from my experience at least, I pulled it down, almost reverently cradling it in my arms. Completely forgetting about the other egg hanging precariously in my left arm. I felt like I was complete, knowing that what this egg held would most likely be my best friend and strongest pokemon partner. I ran joyously back, down the two flights of stairs and came to a giggling, gleeful halt in front of the cart and setting down the first little bundle of happiness. I kept the heartwarming and amazing bundle, feeling so safe with it, and went back, lightly skipping in joy at my completeness.
I went down a set of stairs, having missed these, they were in the back, after all, between two shelves, seeming untouched, for a very long time. So I thought in a spur of "pure genius," 'Why not go down and see what's down here?' I started my descent. My shoes hit metal floor, a clang sounding out that hurt my ears, and a smell of years of allergens and dust build up that made the place smell like my grandparents' house. There was so much dust, a very thick layer,covering everything in sight, it felt untouched and unnoticed. I walked down to the last row of eggs in the room and picked up an egg. I felt a connection to this one as well, dust kicking up and getting blown in my face from my disturbance of the egg. From under the egg, a letter fell, and landed with dust moving wildly from the sudden movement. I picked it up, brushed it off, and read the words:
To those who read this note, I wish you good luck in your journey and wish you happiness. This is the egg of my Pidgeot that use to send messages to the League. I hope you are a fair trainer, no you must be, or Oak wouldn't let you down here otherwise. I hope we may meet some day.
Post-Champion Red S.
I was in awe. I squealed in joy and sprinted up to the cart and put the eggs down and pressed the button that then opened the doors. Lightly skipping off towards the Professors kitchen, I had to get my eggs registered after all. When left, I heard my mom in the kitchen of Oak's lab, talking to someone, who I presumed was Oak. After all his assistants rarely went in there except, maybe, to get the Professor his lunch, which he often "forgot" in his research.
"Well Professor, I have been called to Kalos, so my daughter and I will be leaving. You will see us again eventually, I plan to come back in a few months to complete the sale of my home and Blythe will surely make it back eventually, but I was promoted to the Rhyhorn Racing Committee's chairperson, for the new Kalos division. I am sad to say we are leaving next week on the-" She was cut off when I ran past her, eggs now tucked away in my backpack, tears streaming down my face. "...Twelfth. Excuse me." she said, turning to the door to follow me. By the time she got home, I had said goodbye to my friends via phone. All but one, who was going to be at the Professor's tomorrow. There, I would say my goodbyes after spent my last day as the Professor's assistant.
"Dear," my mom's voice drifted to me, " I'm sorry about this, but needed a more stable income to keep us going and this was perfect. I got the call today that I got the job. I need to start the League next week on Wednesday, so we will have to be out on Sunday, if we are to be prepared for our new jobs, you as a trainer and me as a pokemon league chairperson. I already got a house, as a League Official it was easy, and the mover's will be here tomorrow. When you get back, be ready for most our stuff to be gone. We will be all moved in by Monday. Sorry about this, sweetie," She explained, voice trailing at the end. I sobbed a little louder. I did understand why we needed to move, since dad's death, we had been short on cash and mom had a child to raise, There was no way I would have been able to keep my life the way it was, despite all I wanted. I would be gone in three days and in a new country, a new world. I would know no one, i would be forced to start again. This would be worst part? There was nothing I could do about it, though. not until I had competed in my starting regions league and placed in the top 16, and be deemed capable of leaving the country on my own..
The best I could do was study, practice and learn all I could of this region. I had been told a little of this region; it was new, it had started just recently announcing it was joining the league this year, a bit late. The fairy type was common there, and were like dragons in the fact they had little weakness, very few indeed. I would need to pray I could beat this league. It was ranked third for a reason. I wasn't expecting to lose here,I had not ever expected it here in the birthplace of the strongest trainer, Red. I planned on winning against every single champion eventually. I would win the title of Master! No matter what!
Yet I knew could not loose, not with my eggs, I felt like they were my partners, and nothing was going to get past me and my dream. I would win, loss was not an option for me, I felt a twitch from the egg that I pulled into my arms unconsciously from my backpack, yes WE would win. Not even Red could when we got ready, no, he would never stop us.