LITTLEROOT TOWN - HOENN | 2053
I sit at the edge of the bed, tears rolling down my cheeks. My mother keeps on consoling me, but none of it is sinking in. My dreams are ruined, and no one can fix it.
I look in the mirror, and see a 10 year old boy with scruffy blonde hair and reddened eyes looking back. He holds in his hands a small purple hat, which has some dust on it. I wipe the dust off, and it reveals a small Pokéball shape. Tears well up again, and droplets land on the purple cap.
"Now now, sweetheart, it'll be okay.." my mother says gently, kissing my forehead. She too has a sense of sadness in her tone of voice.
"But we travveled so far to get here, to Littleroot..." I whimper, looking out the window at the bustling town. It had developed an awful lot ever since my Father had came here many years ago. At least, that's what he told us. All I had wanted to do was follow in my fathers footsteps, the champion of the Ohmato region, and become the best ever pokemon trainer.
But no...
Professor Birch has ran out of starter Pokémon, which means I am legally not allowed to become a trainer. This means all my hopes and dreams of becoming just like my father have been squashed, just like that.
A knock was heard on the door.
A big, muscely man entered. He held something behind his back, and smiled at me. I looked at him with sorrowful eyes, but he just smiled back.
"Felix..! I have a suprise for you!" My father called, as he walked slowly toward me. My father always knows how to make me laugh, and my mother always knows how to console me. My father creeps over in a comical fasion, which brings me to a slight giggle.
"Close your eyes!" He says, chuckling. My mother gasps, when she catches a glimpse of whats behind my fathers back. I obediantly close my eyes.
"Put out your hand!" He further says, trying to contain his excitement. I put out my hand.
I feel something spherical and cold in my hand. I try and work out what it could be when...
"Oh my gosh!" I yell, as I see the pristiline Pokéball sitting in the palm of my hand. "I- I got a Pokémon?!"
My father nods. "I made some exceptions with the Hoenn Pokémon League. I know the champion, we're actually quite good friends. He doesn't mind, especially as you're my special boy." He says sweetle, ruffling my hair.
"I can finally become a trainer!" I say, putting my cap on my head and holding my Pokéball close to my heart. Suddenly, a thought occurs to me. "Dad.. can I let this.. I mean, my, Pokémon out?" I say, giddy with excitment. I still don't know what Pokémon is in this ball!
"Why, of course!" He smiles. He clears away a desk, and makes some space in the hotel room. "Go for it!"
I throw my Pokéball at the ground, and it suddenly opens. A small, purple scoprion stands there, smiling innocently at me.
"Skorupi!" He chirps excitedly. He crawls around my feet, and jumps up on the bed.
"I'm going to have so much fun with you!" I say.