Forward: This is my first fanfiction! I had a dream kinda along the lines of a realistic Pokemon world. It was a very vivid dream. The story starts in the same place as the Pokemon series. It continues from there to a much better place, in my opinion. It probably isn't as elegant. I don't own any of the original characters from the Pokemon series, including most of the Pokemon. Enjoy:D

1: New Beginnings

"Go, Gengar," Yellow shouted as he threw his Poké Ball.

"Dragonite, he's no match for you," Lance whispered calmly to his Poké Ball.

Lance threw the Poké Ball towards the awaiting Gengar. Gengar used lick on Dragonite. Pain seared through its body as it feebly tried to move. Dragonite, shedding its skin, flew towards Gengar with it's tail glowing blue, dragon tail. A critical hit! Gengar soared across the stadium through the side wall. Gengar tried to stand, but with black tar-like blood oozing from her right leg she fumbled to the ground.

"Return Gengar," Yellow said, "Excellent try my friend."

"Your Gengar put up an excellent fight, Yellow. I see you two are good friends," Proclaimed Lance, "What do you have for Dragonite next?"

The Battle continued throughout the night on a little T.V. in the bedroom of our 10 year old hero, Ash.

…^_^…

It's a bright morning in the lovely Pallet Town, actually it's raining.

"Ash! Wake up! You're going to be late for the big day!"

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" the alarm sounded for the third time.

"Shit, I don't want to get up," the young boy says as he rolls over to hit the snooze button. "What, it's 7:50! I only have 10 minutes to make it to Professor Oak's house!"

Ash's hair was untidily fashionable, as always. It hung in thick black locks that filed neatly to points. Everything about him was stylish. He liked it that way. Neatly, ash put on his black v-neck, throwing a white button down, unbuttoned as always, with an over extruding collar. Over all of this, was his favorite cotton red vest with a single strap toward the collar that he always left unbuttoned. This vest was special. It was given to him by a man he met at the age of five. This man would always be his inspiration for becoming a Pokémon trainer. He threw on his black designer black jeans as well. To top it all off, he put on his favorite red and white hat, the one he got from the Pokémon League. Ash ran through the house, grabbed the toast that his mom made, and bolted out the door.

Pallet Town was a small, quiet town. There were only four houses: Ashe's, Gary's, Professor Oak's, and Sarah's. To the south lay a stretch of ocean, Rout 21, leading to Cinnabar Island. North East was Ashe's house, North West, Gary's, South West, Oak's, and South East, Sarah's. In the center of the town stood the biggest attraction to Pallet Town, Professor Oak's Laboratory. Many would say that Professor Oak is mad; they would be right. Professor Oak stayed in the lab mostly performing borderline theoretical experiments, such as: alchemy to make new potions, breeding Pokémon that aren't normally bred, etc.

Today was the day that every ten year old looked forward to, a day that would make them independent. Today was the day that a trainer could get his Pokémon License. Ten may seem a bit young, but only a few are selected each year. Professor Oak prepares three Pokémon to be given to these students after year of study and training. This year the choices are Squirtle the water type, Charmander the fire type, and Bulbasaur the grass type. Most years there are only three chosen; this year there are four, which is why Ash being ten minutes late to Professor Oak's Lab is a huge problem.

"Whoa, I'm pushing it," panted Ash, "Oak knows I'm always late, but if I'm to late, I wont be able to choose the Pokémon I want!"

Opening the doors, our hero Ash, starts a new beginning.