The Fuel Of Nightmares
Chapter One: Prologue
"Lucas! Hurry up, it's you're 15th birthday and you don't want to keep Professor Rowan waiting!"
Lucas grunted, then, realizing what his mother was saying, burst out of his comfortable bed, and looked in a mirror. His light brown hair was sprayed out all over his head, and as he had no time to comb it into a reasonable shape, he simply set a red cap over it, preventing Rowan from seeing it like that. He threw on a red Tee shirt and dark Jeans. Realizing it was Midwinter, He grabbed a jacket and his Backpack. He glanced outside, and saw snow littering the ground. He sighed, annoyed by the bitter weather, knowing that it could bring danger, in the form of frostbite. He ran down the stairs, almost bowling his younger brother over in a rush to get to the Professor's house.
"Lucas, grab a snack before you go!" His mother said, catching him as he was leaving. "And feel free to stop back anytime, honey!" Lucas rolled his eyes, and wandered inside the house. He opened up the kitchen cabinet. He scanned the inside of the near-full cabinet, and grabbed a toaster pastry. As he took a bite out of one, he sprinted out the door.
"Hey Professor, sorry I'm late…" Lucas shouted as he opened the door to the lab next door to his house.
"Oh, It's quite alright, Lucas. No harm was done. Now, come over here and pick your starter. I have Chimchar, a Fire type, and the easiest to train. Then I have Turtwig, a Grass type, and not that tricky to train. Then I have the water type Piplup, who is very difficult to train." The old man said, not breathing at all in the entire paragraph.
Lucas had already decided that he wanted a grass type, so he naturally said, "I'll take Turtwig, thank you." As He reached in to grab the Pokéball, Rowan grasped his hand.
"Now wait one second. I can already tell that you are a very strong trainer, coming from a long line of strong trainers. I need you to do a favor for me."
Lucas sighed. "And what would that be, Professor?"
"I want you to fill this Pokédex for me. It is a very difficult task, but I have no doubt that you, of all trainers, will be able to succeed in doing it."
"I guess I'll try, sir." Lucas stammered, confused. He grabbed the Turtwig's Pokéball, and started to walk out of the lab. As he neared the door, one of Rowan's assistants walked up to Lucas.
"Hello, Lucas. You just got you're first Pokémon, correct? Well, One is no fun, so have these 5 Pokéballs so you can catch more and have a full team." Lucas took the small, lightweight balls and walked out of the lab. The instant he exited the lab, he yelled in joy, and sprinted out of Sandgem town and into route 202.