Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon or any of the names in the story. All rights regarding Pokémon belong strictly to Nintendo. No profit is made in the publishing of this story.

Hey there everybody, my name is pokemonperson 9atleast that's what you think) and I am here to publish my Very first fan fic ever. Pls try to enjoy!

Intro

Have you ever wondered what happened to max? You know, that nerdy kid that was following ash around during the Hoen(forgive me if this was spelled wrong) region and battle frontier. The kid who was too young to be a trainer? Have you ever stopped to think "Geez, I wonder how max will turn out when he gets his own Pokémon license?" no? Me neither. But here's the answer to the unasked question (or my interpretation of it) pls enjoy:

The Epic Tale Of Max

Chapter 1: I choose you! Like before I even got my licence.

It was a dark and stormy night, you know, probably somewhere, but in Hoen young 10 year old Max Masoto ( Couldn't find his last name so I gave him his Japanese name) was watching TV on a bright sunny day. He was watching live footage of his older sister May winning the grand festival. He was happy, but he didn't really care all that much because she won the grand festival 7 times before, and something better was about to happen. 3 days ago Max turned 10, he received a Pokedex from professor birch, but didn't take a Pokémon. He got his dad (Norman) to locate a certain Pokémon he promised to take with him a long time ago.

Suddenly the door opened and Max rushed towards when he heard the word "Ralts!"

Norman located and retrieved the same Ralts Max befriended several years ago, and brought him home so Max can fulfil his promise he made to him years ago, to be his Pokémon. "Ralts it good to see ya! You look all grown up now." Ralts replied with several cries of his own name, probably saying the same thing to Max. Although he never bothered changing his hair, as to much complain from his mother, Max grew and stood as tall as Ash did when he was his age, maybe even taller. He still has the same physic, scrawny and slender, but his mind got nothing but smarter. He was wearing a green hoodie with a Cacnea type pattern of spikes, brown shorts and a pair of black sneakers with a fire red stripe.

His father was proud of his son for the young man he has grown into. "I presume after a little training and catching a few more Pokémon you will be challenging me." Max skimpily shook his head in denial. He really wanted to start at the Rustboro gym, hearing rumors that it would be the best gym for beginners. "I see…" said his father. "Before you go though, I know you already have 6 pokeball from professor birch, but take this with you to. I know it will come in handy." Norman handed him some luxury balls which Max happily took and decided to use on his Ralts. "I am so proud of you son."

"Well, I'll be seeing ya dad! Come on Ralts lets go in the custom pokeball I got for you" ( a premier ball). Ralts tapped the ball but immediately came out after it stopped shaking and he was captured. "what's the matter Ralts? We have a long walk ahead of us, so get in the ball and let's go." Ralts mealy snickered and with a flash, both Ralts and max were gone.

"teleport huh? Never really liked the mischief those psychic types usually caused," smiled Norman. Where did Max and Ralts get teleported to? Tune in next chapter to find out!

Omg cliff-hanger I hate it when those happen. But seriously guys this is my first fanfic and I'd like to thank you for taking you time to read it. I'll make the future chapters longer (hopefully), so don't worry. But pls remember it might be a while between posts and pls be considerate. I am human. Me no Robot.

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Reminder, I don't own Pokémon, all rights go to Nintendo. There is no profit made off this publish and the only point of this being published is merely for entertainment purposes only. I don't own Pokémon.