Hello! My name is Charley. I am an aspiring trainer, and don't you forget it! I was born and bred in the beautiful Tri region, where I have always dreamed of raising Pokémon. However, my story doesn't start out like most. There was no professor to help me , and no official starter Pokémon. I met my own starter myself when I was very young.
But I'm getting ahead of myself! Let's start from the beginning!
Charley smiled happily, adjusting the Pokéball-shaped beanie to get his black hair out of his eyes. He ran through the trees, his exhaustion mounting. As he ran through the sunny forest, he began to notice a lot of badly burned, unconscious Pokémon.
The boy looked at them in shock and fear. "What in the world happened here?" he asked aloud, as he continued to follow the string of hurt Pokémon.
He finally came to a stop after seeing a hurt Riolu, bent over on its knees with an exhausted look on its face. A large man stood over it, wearing some sort of weird silver and black uniform. The boy practically gasped when a very large Tyranitar walked onto the scene from the nearby trees.
The little boy mustered his courage and yelled, "Hey! Get away from that Pokémon!" He ran over and stood between the man and the little Pokémon.
The man gave a sigh. "Kid, are you sure you want to do this? I can tell ya right now it won't end well." He tried to warn the little boy who was trying to act brave and protect the weak Pokémon.
The boy gulped, but tried to act like it didn't faze him and rooted himself to the spot. "You have no right to attack this Pokémon! He didn't do anything wrong to you!"
The man smirked. "Boy, it's not smart for ya to mess in Team Silver business." He looked at Tyranitar, seemingly asking if it were ready for a battle, and the large Pokémon nodded its head
The boy looked worriedly at the over sized dinosaur, but he fixed his gaze on the small black and blue Pokémon now standing in front of the boy to protect him. "D-do you want me to use you for the b-battle?" he asked, gaining a nod from the inexperienced Fighting-Type Pokémon with a fierce fire in its eyes.
The man smirked down at the little Pokémon. "So the little twerp decided to fight after all?" he said with a slight laugh.
The young boy was frozen with pure fear, almost as if an Ice-Type had frozen him solid. But he shook it off and looked at the little Pokémon. "Ok, Riolu, try…uh…a T-tackle attack."
The little Pokémon charged the larger one, glowing an almost bright white color that reminded the young boy of evolution. But before the Tackle could hit, the large beast was slapped down by one of its massive arms, hitting the forest floor hard.
"Come on, Riolu! Get up! Get up!" he screamed with tears in his little eyes, afraid that the Pokémon wouldn't get up after that powerful Hammer Arm. But thankfully, the Pokémon stood up slowly, waving its arms in exhaustion.
He sighed in relief, not sure of what to do. This battle was extremely one-sided. "Um… try um...Tackle again!" He watched the Pokémon try and tackle the beast that could end with the same result.
All of a sudden, a jet of powerful flames struck Tyranitar in the side and back, causing it to cry out in pain. The little boy looked around for the source, glad that it had saved them.
A black and red haired trainer stepped out of the trees, a powerful Charizard following him. The flames started to simmer down in its mouth, but his orange tail still glowed brightly. "Now, now. What is going on here?" he asked, looking at the little boy and the older man.
The little boy smiled up at the older teenager. "LEON!" he shouted, running over to Riolu and picking him up. He greeted the newcomer with a small hug. "That bad man tried to hurt this little guy," he said showing the unconscious and bruised Riolu.
Leon shot a glare at the older man. "You dare attack a defenseless Pokémon? Charizard, use Slash!"
The Fire- and Flying-Type ran at Tyranitar, claws raised. Despite the fact that the attack was weak against a Rock-Type like Tyranitar, the sheer power as the Pokémon raked its claws against overpowered the Pokémon, and it fell to the ground knocked out.
"Crap!" the older man said before running away.
Leon smirked. "Yeah, that's right! Run away you creep!" He looked at his little brother, the little boy worried about Riolu.
Leon smiled and patted Charley's head. "I am sure that it will be all right. We just need to get him home to patch him up." Leon helped his brother to his feet, the young boy holding the young Fighting-Type close at hand.
The little boy smiled down at the knocked out Pokémon and then hugged it close. "Don't worry, Riolu. You're going to be okay! My name's Charley and I promise to take good care of you," he said, petting the blue and black Pokémon.
kotina: Okay, that's it for now. Please read and review, and thank you for your time!
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