When Life Goes On
This story is from the perspective of a trainer and his Pokémon.
"Speech"= talking (human)
(Speech)= thought
-Speech-= telepathy
Speech= translated from poke speech
I am Dylan O'nallerway, son of the commercial fisherman Jonathan and Jeannette O'nallerway. Today is the day I turn sixteen and finally start my adventure (better late than never, am I right?). I am blonde with blue/hazel eyes and am a rather lanky fellow. I lived my life in Slateport in the Hoenn region; that was until a series of events had changed my life drastically, the death of my parents. When I was 12 my parent's boat had sank on one of their outings, my dad's body had been found two days later when he washed up on Lilycove, however, my mother's was never discovered. After that it was decided that I was to move to Dewford with my grandparents. This is where I received my first Pokémon.
It was my thirteenth birthday and after the party I decided to take a stroll on the beach when I heard an odd cry coming from Granite cave. I ran to investigate when a short, dark figure came screaming bloody murder out of the cave being chased by a group of zubat and. I ran to try to help when the dark figure tripped and fell; however, once I reached the figure and picked it up the horde of zubat focused their rage on me. As I went running back to the village I was pelted with wings and leech lives, but all I cared about was getting the thing I picked up back to safety. I was halfway to the village when a zubat knocked me off my feet by tackling my knees. As I turned to face the end the zubat had stopped dead in the air and were flung back into the cave; I turned to see that our savior was my grandma and her alakazam, Foodin, which not only had saved both the creature and I but also progressed to drag us back to the poke center while grandma scolded me for running off to the cave alone. Upon reaching the center it was discovered that the creature was a badly injured Sableye that had its right eye gem cracked. After a week of recovery for both the sableye and I, I had started to return home when I realized I was being followed by the sableye that I saved. After begging grandma and grandpa to keep it they decided it was time for me to start training my own Pokémon. This sableye has been named Jestler and to this day remains my best friend and main cohort in pranking.
Today, three years later I am spending the day with my Aunt and Uncle along with my grandparents in Oldale town, gathering supplies for my journey to join the league and achieve my dream of becoming the champion. As I said my final goodbyes to my relatives I headed out the door with Jestler on my shoulder.
"Are you ready broski" I asked Jestler.
Ready as ever broseidon, where do we go first? Jestler wondered in his usual uppity demeanor.
"I think Birch's lab to get my official starter" I explained to Jestler.
Well that is the end of chapter one everybody, hope it wasn't too boring. I promise the next chapter will have loads more speaking in it (WOAH now that's a thought!). This is my first attempt at a fanfic so please be gentle. Leave some feedback so that I may know what to change or develop for the next part.