FAIR AND PRIME
By
PYRIMIDON386
(Nintendo's property, not mine. I'm just playing in their sandbox).
"Yes! Got you!" said 14 year old Kirsain Mellowfair as he picked up the pokeball that now held his new Pidgey. He had just completed his final assignment: catch your first pokemon. He would be graded on his method (a thrown stone in his case, but they hadn't been given their own pokemon for the task), how hurt the Pidgey was, and how quickly he had finished compared to other students.
If he got 50 percent or higher, he would be able to become a Pokmon Trainer and go on his journey with his new Pidgey. His best friend Roddy Prime was also taking the final test and both had agreed to journey together if they passed. Kir wondered how well his friend was doing, but right now he needed to get back to the exam room or he would be wasting valuable time, and that would lose him points he could not afford to lose.
Maybe he shouldn't have run straight to the exam room - he was panting for breath and his nerves were shot. Composing himself, he walked up to the desk with as much dignity as he could muster and wordlessly stood before the examiners who would decide his fate.
"Well, Mr. Mellowfair, we see you have finished. Please release your pokemon and we shall examine it." Kir swallowed nervously. This was it. "Go, Pidgey!" Please, please, please, I've waited my whole life for this…even if he just got 51 he'd be over the moon, he wanted this so badly. He'd heard that trainers in other regions were able to go on their journeys when they were 10, no strings attached, and he had been so jealous he'd nearly run away to Kanto or Johto to get his license, but he hadn't been able to leave his friends and his father behind.
All children in the Heksar region had to attend pokemon school until they were 14 if they wanted to become trainers. While this meant that there were much fewer trainers from Heksar, it also meant that – theoretically - even newbies had a big advantage because they knew every strategy type and move inside out. (Although, as his best friend Roddy often pointed out, knowing every move didn't help if your pokemon only had Tackle and Growl).
The system seemed to work, however, and as a result Heksar was renowned for its formidable trainers, and hopefully Kirsain Mellowfair would become one of them. If he could past this final test. If he did he'd get a free ferry pass to Kanto and he'd begin his journey with Roddy if things went to plain.
"Well," said Ms Dunsparce (that wasn't her actual name but a nickname given to her by her class because her face so resembled one, and it had stuck) "First of all, can you tell me how you caught this Pidgey?"
"I threw a stone," he replied. He was quite proud of that – he'd been practising for weeks on leaves and tree branches. "I hit it on the wing so it wouldn't fly away." Kirsain had hoped that would score him marks but he'd also been worried it would count against him because, well, how much effort did it take to throw a single stone? Not a lot. Personally he didn't see how that would actually take away marks beyond his own paranoia, but you could never be sure.
He waited nervously as the examiners muttered among themselves – Mr McGuiness was there, he'd said Kirsain was his best student - and strained to hear what they were saying. Mr Dillan spoke up: "Finally, can you tell us why you want to be a trainer?" Kirsain blinked in shock. No one had said anything like this would come up! "Um. I-" oh, no, he was losing it! Stay calm! "I…I want to see the world. Er. To - to see every Pokemon, not just read about them, I want to know what it's like to pull off a combination instead of being told it's good. Uh. I think so."
A few teachers nodded their heads and Kirsain nearly sighed in relief, but he pulled himself together and kept his poker face, just in case it was bad news. He couldn't get his hopes up too high. "Very well. Recall your Pidgey, please." As the tiny bird pokemon disappeared in red lights, Ms Dunsparce signed something and handed it to him.
KIRSAIN JASON MELLOWFAIR
CERTIFIED POKEMON TRAINER
Mr McGuiness shook Kir's hand. "Well done, Kirsain. You have your mothers blood."
"Yeah…" he replied, staring blankly at the slip of paper he'd been dreaming about for so long. "Yeah. I guess I do."
TBC...
A/N: This is just a touch-up of chapter one, just minor things like spelling mistakes and sentence construction have been changed, plus the awful purpley description of Kirsain has been removed. The whole thing is still mostly intact.
