Chapter One: Taking off
I always knew I had no choice of what my starter Pokemon would be, but that was not a big deal to me. I was just excited that on the day of my 18th birthday I would wake up to a new Pokemon, and a great adventure. Being the son of the two leaders of evil organization, let's just say I did not have much "Mommy and Me" time. So I was used to being on my own, and used to not having much choice in life. When I was with my dad, every conversation was about physical strength, power. He is the leader of Team Brauns. My mom, being the leader of Team Brains, always made me think of what the world would be like under her grip. I haven't seen my parents together in years, and that is why I will put an end to this war.
On the morning of my 10th birthday, my nanny told me there were two boxes downstairs for me. Each box contained two pokeballs. I considered myself lucky, starting with four Pokemon. Most of the other kids I knew started with one, and usually ended up joining one of the teams just to feed money into their families. I threw my first pokeball from my mom, and out came an Abra. I was not surprised, as Alakazam is said to have an I.Q. over 5000. Next, I threw one of my Dad's Pokemon, and a Machop appears. Then comes a Snivy from mom, and a Charmander from dad. There is no note, because words are not necessary. Both parents know that I am essential if either wants to win the war, and both know that nothing that they could possibly tell me would sway me to either side. My parents are actually both pretty wise for young, war mongols.
I slip my Nanny 1000 pokedollars, as a thanks for taking care of me, and head off. The second I go outside, I hear a girl from my class, Brandy, following me. I begin to run, but I hadn't exactly been hitting the trails lately. She starts catching up while yelling "Wyatt waiiiiiiiiiiit!" Once I realized resistance was futile, I stop.
"Hey Brandy, what's up?" I said. I really wanted to say "Hey Brandy thanks for ruining my first moment as a trainer!"
"Hey Wyatt, I was thinking… Well I'm just going to say it. I know who you are, even if your parents want to keep it a secret. And I know your mission. I want to come along with you, because I want this war to end as well. My family will be fine as long as I consistently win Pokemon battles, I will keep being able to send them money! Even if I don't win, they will be fine. Please, let me help you."
By the time she said "I know who you are" I was looking at the dirt. I did not know what to say. I could not be responsible for her, I just could not put her life in that kind of danger. "No." I said, "It's too risky." And I walked off.
Then she started to scream "So you think you can do this on your own!? WELL WYATT I CHALLENGE YOU TO A POKEMON BATTLE! IF I WIN I GET TO HELP YOU OK?"
I begin to smile. I had training in the art of Pokemon battles since I was just a little boy. She would not be a problem. But I wanted to test her, and see how strong she was.
"Alright." I said. "It will be a one on one battle. Send out your Pokemon"
As the light began to leave the pokeball, I tried to imagine what type of Pokemon Brandy took as her first. I assumed it would be a fire type, due to her outgoing personality. I was never so wrong. "Bulba Bulbasaur," said the little Pokemon.
"Alright then." I chanted, "You're up! Abra!" I knew Abra's attacks would be strong against Bulbasaur, being partially a Poison type. Many people forget about that. "Begin. You may have the first attack."
"Oooh. Mr. Bigshot letting me have the first attack. Okay then, Bulbasaur, give 'em a Poisonpowder!"
"Teleport please Abra." Abra instantly teleported behind Bulbasaur. "Now Psybeam." Bulbasaur was clearly hurting, but both Bulbasaur and Brandy were stubborn.
"BULBASAUR GIVE THAT ABRA THE WINE WHIPPING OF ITS LIFE."
"Teleport please Abra." I had her, and began to smirk.
"Swing those vines in a circle!" My eyes widened. Abra was knocked right out of the air. But then I began to smile.
"Abra give it another Psybeam please." Bulbasaur went down quickly. Brandy started to cry, and ran away.
"Brandy?" I yelled.
"Yes?" She whined.
"You can come." I did not know what I was getting into letting her come with me, but so far, that was the best decision of my life, no matter how big of a pain she is.