Hello everyone!

Long time reader, first time writer of Fan Fiction.

I wrote this some time ago ( and thus the writing may be a tad juvenile - I *swear* I'm a lot better these days! :P ) , thought I would revisit it, see what people think. It had a great premise, and I would love to continue writing it if people enjoy it!

Please review and tell me what you think! I have a few chapters written, and would love to share them (and continue writing more).

Enjoy!

....Before any trainer embarks on their journey, they should familiarise themselves with this guide:

Gym Leader Renaldo

Male

Trains Fire-type Pokémon

Barcelona, Spain

Awards the Thermal Badge

Gym Leader Angelina

Female

Trains Flying-type Pokémon

Cornwall, England

Awards the Airborne Badge

Gym Leader Klaude

Male

Trains Ground-type Pokémon

Dresden, Germany

Awards the Burrow Badge

Gym Leader Chata

Male

Trains Ice-type Pokémon

Cape Town, South Africa

Awards the Summit Badge

Gym Leader Madison

Female

Trains Dark-type Pokémon

Little Rock, United States of America

Awards the Midnight Badge

Gym Leader Kiki

Female

Trains Psychic-type Pokémon

Aswan, Egypt

Awards the Cortex Badge

Gym Leader Raellene

Female

Trains Water-type Pokémon

Adelaide, Australia

Awards the Whirlpool Badge

Gym Leaders Li and Chang

Males

Train Grass-type Pokémon

Lhasa, Tibet

Award the Blooming Badge

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Denver, United States of America, December 10, 2009

The weak sunlight feebly seeped through the curtains in the bedroom of young Aster Cadwell, on yet another bitter and frosty December morning. Aster was sleeping soundly, his Ralts nuzzled deeply under the covers for warmth. The sudden loud chirp of the telephone broke Aster from his slumber.

BBBBBRRRRRIIING BRRRING!

He hastily stumbled out of bed and took the phone from the receiver.

"Hellowhoisthis?" Aster mumbled sleepily.

"Aster! Were you still in bed?" His mother's shrill voice barked through the phone.

Aster sharply glanced over at his watch. 8:30! He had badly overslept.

"I'm sorry Mom! I didn't even realise..."

"There's no time for apologies now... run down to the shop, Dad needs your help, pronto!"

A loud click was heard as his mother replaced the receiver. Aster paced over to the dresser and mirror. His messy brown hair lazily hung over his face. He had deep brown eyes, tanned skin, and was well built for his age. Hastily he put on his jeans, hooded sweatshirt and shoes.

"Let's go Ralts," Aster said.

"Ral, Ralts!" His Ralts replied enthusiastically. Of course like all Ralts and it's evolved forms, Ralts was mentally connected to Aster; whatever mood he experienced, so did Ralts.

Grabbing his bag, Aster and his Ralts ran down the street, ignoring the bone-chilling cold in his haste, around the corner and across a small bridge spanning a river, to a small shopping district in a quaint street lined with lavender-coloured trees. Aster headed for the small shop located in the centre of a large collection of Pokémon trainer supply stores. He entered the door, adorned by a sign reading 'Cadwell Poké Supplies', his father's store.

Cadwell Poké Supplies stocked Poké Balls, Potions, Medicines and other various Pokémon supplies, as well as training guides, magazines related to Pokémon, and Pokémon treats.

Upon entering the store, Aster was met with his father's unimpressed glare - a look that he received so many times that he had forgotten the cheerful face beneath the scowl.

"You're late again, Aster," His father grumbled, as he sorted through a display case of Dusk Balls, reorganising them as he went.

"Sorry Dad, I just...It was...Well,"

Ralts was blushing, the little Pokémon's head hung low, it's cheeks glowing a faint pink.

"Never mind that now, someone called for you earlier," Mr. Cadwell said, pointing to a sticky note posted by the phone on the counter, as he spoke.

"Really? Anyone I know?" Aster inquired curiously.

"Not sure, it was a young fellow, went by the name of Wellor," Mr. Cadwell replied.

Aster read the note.

Aster Cadwell, Ralts,

414 Carabolle Way

9:00 AM, December 10

"Argh! That's today... In fifteen minutes!" He exclaimed.

"Alts, Ral Ralts!" Ralts chirped excitedly. Unexpectedly Ralts eyes began to glow a faint shade of purple. A slight humming resonated in the air inside the small shop.

Abruptly, the Dusk Balls Mr Cadwell had been organising flew of the counter onto the tiled floor, clashing, crashing and rolling all over the store. Aster's father was not pleased.

"Gah, not again!" He roared.

"Dad, he didn't mean to! When he gets excited... he's not very good at containing his psychic energy," Aster grumbled, embarrassed. He turned his head slowly, an idea suddenly occurring to him. The boy turned to Ralts.

"Ralts, do you want to give it a try?" Aster pleaded.

"Ralts, Ral Ralts Alts!" The little Pokémon cheerfully replied. The psychic Pokémon began to hum quietly

"Raaaaaaaaaallllllll"

A burst of subtly purple energy enveloped Ralts and his trainer, as they vanished from the store. Mr. Cadwell grunted in approval.

"Humph, little guy pulled it off this time," He said, his face breaking into a slight, crooked smile.

Meanwhile, a few miles off in a Pokémon research laboratory, a faint purple orb of energy burst as a young boy and his Ralts emerged, much to the surprise of the research scientist standing before them.

"Gah!" The man exclaimed. Aster collected himself and reached forward in an apologetic manner.

"Oh, I'm Sorry!" He grovelled. "My Ralts is learning how to use Teleport, he's still not very good"

"Ral Alts," Ralts grumbled shyly, head hung low.

"Ah! You must be Aster Cadwell," The man said. He was rather young, appeared no older than his late twenties. He had circular glasses, askew on his slightly crooked face. His vivid ginger hair was tied back in a neat ponytail. He wore a pristine white lab coat over jeans and a blue sweatshirt. A rather timid Sentret was curled around his neck, like a silken scarf, snoozing quietly.

"My name is Professor Wellor, I called for you," He said, offering his hand. Aster shook it politely.

"Nice to meet you, may I ask why you called?"

"Ah, I believe you will be quiet interested in this..." Wellor said, walking over to a large pine desk in the corner. He reached into one of the drawers and brought forth a manila folder packed full of numerous notes.

"I have an exciting opportunity, a proposal, if you will," The professor said excitedly, and removed a single sheet from the folder. He handed the paper to Aster.

Aster's face broke into an enthusiastic and excited smile as he read the words printed on the paper.

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