Disclaimer: As far as I know, I unfortunately don't own Pokémon. Nintendo does. Constructive criticism is appreciated. However, flames will be met with laughter and sarcasm.

This story was originally Lucas Greylord's, but he let me adopt it. If you have read it before, then please note that I changed a couple of things for obvious reasons...

This idea belongs to Whimsical Acumen, a huge thanks to WA!

Frozen Beliefs

~One~

Of New Beginnings and Final Travels

Without Beliefs, there are no Ideals, and without Ideals, we cannot seek the Truth.—Anonymous

A wise man once said: the most memorable moments in life are the ones we never took time to plan. I believe he was correct. As time passed and I grew older, I remember looking back at each and every moment, with a sense of nostalgia, which was quite often since I had a very extensive collection of them.

However, two of the most significant, unforgettable moments in my life were meeting Aleron and leaving Aspertia City. I can recall the exact day and time and what I was feeling...

June 6, 2013, Monday 8:30 A.M.

To be honest, I had been a little worried to meet him; thanks to an irrational fear of him despising me—silly, huh? Well, at that time I had no idea what to expect; and that seemed to give my over imaginative mind the okay to spin up worse case scenarios. Of course, with the constant reassurances of my parents and friends, my illogical fear was dubbed unnecessary. They were all certain that my partner would be loyal and loving. That and the Trainers School I went to picked partners based on a student's grade point average and Personality testing. Overall, I had nothing to worry about.

However, I could not help but nervously twiddle my thumbs and tap my foot in anticipation. The clock above my head ticks and tocks tauntingly, reminding me of how long I have been waiting. Ahem, only ten minutes, but to my at-the-moment intolerant self, it felt like an eternity. It's bizarre how anxiety can turn a very patient person to an impatient one.

I sigh in frustration, believing that they are doing this on purpose. Seriously, how long does it take to prep my partner? Perhaps they are going over its shot records, making sure it is in good health, doubling checking to see that it's the correct one: all necessary protocol to ensure I will receive my compatible partner as guaranteed by Cheren himself. Yeah, that's it!

The door finally creaks, prompting me to shift quickly to a professional posture: back straight, feet planted firmly on the ground, and hands crossed and placed calmly on lap.

A teenage girl rushes out, shooting me a brilliant smile, as she skips outside with her tepig on her heels. I briefly wonder if that will be me, too. My eyes flicker back to Gavin Hastings.

Gavin peers down at me from behind his green glasses, grey eyes regarding me knowingly. He chuckles, inclining his head to his office. "Robert, no need to be so serious; you and I both know that getting a partner is an exciting affair, so do lighten up." He claps my shoulder, and I relax and spare him a genuine grin. "Come along, my boy, time's a wastin."

"Yes, sir," I reply, my stomach still churning in spite of his attempt to placate me.

Excitement surges within me as I follow. Gavin gestures to the plush sofa chair; and then proceeds to placing important documents that require my signature. I utter an impatient groan, refraining myself from bashing my head against the desk. Doing paperwork sucks. Hands down.

Gavin shakes his head at my reaction with another chuckle. "I'm sorry, but you know it's required in order to get your partner."

I nod begrudgingly, knowing all about the standard procedure through my older cousins. I quickly skim through each document without really reading them (a bad decision), which are the Release Form, the Graduation Form, school surveys, and start signing them. Not even ten minutes later, I'm shoving the paperwork to Gavin, who eyes my fervor with amusement.

"Okay, done! Now can I have my partner, Mr. Hastings," I ask, eye shining brightly like a child on Christmas morning.

He looks over each document, one by one, and files them away in his filing cabinet, before thinking thoroughly about something. I begin to protest, but am shushed as Mr. Hastings pulls out several items from his desk drawer, among them a carrier and the friend ball I had requested.

He first hands me my pokédex and trainers card. I silently thank mom and dad for spending a great deal of money on my blue and black dex. "Anything to help my baby in the real world," my mom's voice coos in my head. I pocket both items and stare expectantly at him, who in return hands over the friend ball engraved with my name and then slides the carrier over to me.

The pokéball goes into my pocket, too. With a shaky hand, I grip the zipper and slowly open the black flap. A fuzzy white and grayish-blue face pokes its head out, black eyes blinking. The eaglet trills as it hops onto my lap without hesitation, shaking out its grayish-blue wings.

"A rufflet," I gasp in awe, gingerly placing my hand over his red and white feather. He trills again and leans further into my gentle touch.

I groan silently when I think of my parents' disapproval. I can just picture my mother's reaction: freaking out. And I wouldn't blame her, given that a rufflet can turn out to be a handful. They are really competitive and are prone to pick fights against opponents bigger and stronger than them. However, if trained correctly and with patience, they will evolve into loyal braviary.

"Why of course!" Mr. Hastings says, beaming. "Shocker, no, but then again your test scores prove that you can handle him. After all, this little one might require lots of patience and love, which you will most likely give him."

I nod confidently. I could do that! Besides, it's not like the institution gave me a difficult Pokemon, right?

I clamber to my feet and my rufflet hops onto my shoulder, chirping into my ear. Mr. Hastings and I exchange farewells, before I float out of his office, beaming like a fool.

As I leave the school's premises, a pang of nostalgia and wistfulness invades, causing me to tersely reminisce about my five years here. I don't think much about it, because my rufflet is solid proof of my accomplishments, of my complement of the Trainer Program, and graduation. Ah, sweet success!

At last, I may now compete in the Unova gym circuit!

This might be my last Pokémon journey story. But that's not why I'm writing another author's note. I have a request for anyone reading, an OC! I need quite a great deal.

However, a few rules first. First, ALL OCS MUST BE SENT VIA PMS ONLY! Failure to do so may result in disqualification. Second, no Mary Sues or Gary Stus under any circumstances. Third, I may alter your OC to fit my story line, so be warned. Finally yet importantly, have fun making them!

OC Form:

Name: Pretty self-explanatory. Make them realistic names and include a last name, too.

Gender: Boy or girl.

Age: 15-19 only.

Hometown: Remember takes place in the Pokémon Black 2 and White 2 universe.

Description: Detailed please.

Personality: Detailed, too, buy refrain from just naming adjectives. Ex. Jason is a very levelheaded person when in stressful situations. Also, include their likes and dislikes along with a few hobbies.

History: Make it realistic. In other words, no abusive parents or team Rocket or Galactic or Magma killed parents. This must tie in with personality, which means if they are afraid of something explain why. Include dream/goal. Also include family.

Type: What type of Pokémon does your OC raise? Grass, Dark, or just mixed?

Partner: Just one Pokémon. No restriction. Generation 1-5 allowed. However, refrain from picking Eevee unless you feel like your OC should have one, which you will have to explain why. Also, if there are too many of the same pokémon, I will change it so be aware and consider choosing a not commonly picked pokémon. Include nickname if it has one, gender, personality (how it gets along with trainer and other people or pokemon), Do NOT INCLUDE MOVES.

Ex.

Partner: Sparky the pichu

Gender: Female

Personality: Is shy, but very sweet to Jason. She will shock anyone she doesn't know, including pokemon that are not her teammates. However, she loves to train in order to evolve and please Jason.

Good luck, guys! Any questions don't hesitated to PM me. Have fun and I expect tons of great OCs! ;)