Prologue:

I've been at this screen so many times. The sign up sheet for my Pokemon Trainer license. I never got the courage to send it in. I don't know why I was never able to, then again there is much I don't know about. There's many parts of my life that I don't remember. My earliest memory is waking up in a hospital, strapped to wires, not knowing who I was. All I had was a bracelet with my name on it, Roan. The rest was scratched out.

My mom…. well… not my biological mother but a mother nonetheless, took me in after seeing the condition I was in. She was my nurse, and she cared for me for months until I left the hospital. After I was cleared for release, she took me in as her own son. I was always very grateful and gracious, but there was always that feeling of wanting to know my past.

It's been 3 years since I left the hospital and I finally got the nerve to ask mom if she knew anything concerning the night I was taken into the hospital. She was hesitant of telling me at first, but she gave in and told me everything she could. She told me that I was brought in by a tall man with a beard. He said that I was pulled out of the rubble of a ship that crashed into an island west of One Island. She also told me that I needed to go out into the world to find all the answers she couldn't tell me.

So, this is why I'm here. I finally have a reason to start my adventure as a Pokemon Trainer. I've been holding it off since I was 13, so I'm a tad behind everyone else. Not because I wasn't ready, but because I was afraid. I was afraid of what I could find out about my past. But, with the support of my mother, I am ready now.

Just like every time, a video of Professor Oak plays while saying:

"Hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokemon! My name is Oak! People call me the Pokemon Prof! This world is inhabited by creatures called Pokemon! For some people, Pokemon are pets. Other use them for fights. Myself, I study Pokemon as a profession. First, what is your name?"

After I type my name in "Roan" and hit Enter, the video continues:

"So your name is Roan! This is my grandson. He's been your rival since you were…*video skip*. Erm, what is his name again?"

The video always seemed to mess up at the same part, so I never bothered to question it. I also never understood this part, maybe it was a security precaution in case someone tried to steal my identity. Well, whatever identity I have. But it seemed personalized for me, since I knew his grandson very well. Blue was one of the first people I remember seeing when I got here.

"That's right! I remember now! His name is Blue! Roan! Your very own Pokemon legend is about to unfold! A world of dreams and adventures with Pokemon awaits! Let's go!"

And with that, I hit send and turned around in my seat. I looked at my room, knowing I won't be seeing it much after this. It wasn't a great room, but it was cozy. Many posters lined on the walls, of various bands and Gym Leaders around the world. But one always stuck out. It was a poster of the a Gym Leader from Hoenn, Flannery. She was a very pretty girl, and I watched many of her battle videos online. She's a very skilled Leader and a genuine master of Fire types. Yet, there was something there. Something familiar. I shrugged it off and went to lay down.

A few hours passed, and I just kept thinking of what I might find out about me. As sleep slowly creeped in, I looked at my NES. There was something about 8-bit games I loved so much, even though HD games run the world now. It's a shame, really. 8-bit just seemed to simple. Simple, but fun.

Right before I closed my eyes, I saw a flash of light right outside my window. I looked out and saw clouds rolling in, there was a storm brewing. I looked at it and thought to myself, "Great! My adventure starts in the morning, and me without Running Shoes or a Bike."

Hey, guys. This is something I wrote up a couple years back on a Pokemon website I used to help run. If you have any feedback, please leave it. Good or bad, both are welcome.