There is a world... It is an ancient world, filled with many dangers, but many wonders also. It is a world, not unlike our own, where people, humans, live in harmony with the many creatures which inhabit it. They are called Pokemon There are many different types, with many different personalities. As many as the humans that stand by them.
These creatures, these Pokemon partner themselves with humans, form a team to battle, train and perform against and with each other. They come from all over, but in this story, there is only one starting place of consequence. This place is LittleRoot Town.
"Martin! Martin, come on, we're here!" Wha...? Oh, right. I opened the door to the moving van, sliding it up and revealing myself to my new home of LittleRoot town.
"You coming Martin? The movers can handle the boxes! come help me out!" The call came from inside the house next to the truck. The house where I'd (hopefully) be spending the next few days and no more at. Welp, better get in there.
I hopped off the truck and walked into the house, surprised to see a team of Machoke moving furniture and boxes all over the (admittedly nice) house. I walked through the living room and found my mom in the kitchen with her Wingull, who was dutifully handing her utensils to put away from a box.
"There you are! Here I thought you'd fallen off the truck somewhere," she said with a smile. "Now go on upstairs and unpack your room." I sighed, wishing I had a Pokemon of my own to help me, but NOOOOO. Mom said I had to wait till I was 15. 15! can you believe that? 5 years longer than anyone else I knew... But hey, what can you do?
"Alright, mom. I'm going..." Thank god I'm turning 15 in 2 days. I thought to myself. I bounced my way up the stairs and into my room, where stacks of boxes were piled around the walls. Luckily my bed was already set up. I opened the first box near my bed, which thankfully contained my computer equipment. This was going to be a while...
Hours later, I had finally finished unpacking. My computers, desk, game systems, and finally, my pokeballs. I had dozens of them. Almost a hundred I believe. I had special edition, gold and silver, and my prize. The most expensive pokeball ever made. I had, exactly one, masterball. It was a beautiful red and blue affair. Custom made for me, by my dad, before he... Before he left.
Finally finished, I walked my way back downstairs, where I found my mom passed out on the couch, surrounded by unpacked boxes and a half empty bottle of sake.
"Nice. Thanks mom. First night. Great." I grabbed the half empty bottle and walked outside into the growing twilight. Taking a heavy swig of sake, I ambled my way passed the houses and out towards the edge of town. walking along the trees I soon came to a path and a sign that read:
Beware! Pokemon dwell in the tall grass!
Pfffft, right.
I walked on, alone except for my bottle of sake, into the tall grass.