-West of Littleroot Town-
When I woke up in the morning, I knew what day it was. Put on my pair of faded jeans, my white t-shirt, blue sleeveless coat, and my blue and white trainer gloves. Most trainers seemed to choose a red-based color scheme nowadays, but not me. Grabbed my bag and double-checked for everything. This was important to me, because I never double check anything. I had my tent, fishing rod, some food, and a map.
When I went downstairs my dad greeted me with an Ursaring hug. My dad was a fairly large guy, having worked on this farm for half his life. He used to be a trainer like me, up until the point that he (took an arrow in the knee) decided to settle down with my mom. He handed me my first Pokémon, and wished me luck, "Don't worry Drew; you're going to do fine, no matter what you do." He kissed my mom and headed out the door to go work on the farm. That's when my mom said, "Now Drew, being 13, you are going to behind some people you're age. That means you need to work harder than any other person if you want to win any competitions. I would also recommend becoming close to your Pokémon. It will get lonely on this journey. You are supposed to be heading towards…" I chimed in, "Littleroot Town, I know mom. I'm supposed to meet… Professor Birch?"
"Yes, he was a good friend of your dad's back when he was a trainer. He is going to give you some Pokéballs, a few potions, and check on the Torchic that he gave to your dad to give to you. And be sure to thank him for it!" She gave me a quick hug and I headed out the door, down the route towards Littleroot Town.
After about five minutes of walking, I took out the Pokéball that contained Torchic. With it, a note dropped to the ground. I read it,
'Dear Drew,
The Torchic I gave you was recommended by your dad entirely. She is very energetic and competitive, like you. She is going to be fairly…fierce. I just recommend the best of luck and everything.
From,
Professor Birch
P.S. Her name is Spitfire.'
Wanting to see this fierce little Spitfire character, I released her from her Pokéball. When released the first thing she did was begin shooting fire off in every direction. Then, using the smoke as a cover, she started to run down the trail. That was more than fierce, that was amazing! Eager to catch my only Pokémon, and desiring to learn more about this mischievous character, I chased after her.
For having such tiny legs she sure could run fast. I could barely keep up with her. I dived on top of her, and, in doing so, I received a high-powered scratch to the fore-head. She began to jump up into the trees. She's going to have to try harder than that to get away from me. I jumped on to one branch and began to climb one after the other. I didn't realize she was charging up ember for a strike. All I felt was heat scorching my face and my grip failing me. Then I saw branches, the grass, and the sky inter changing fast as I braced for impact. And then… blankness.
I felt the heat of the sun getting weaker and I opened my eyes. I was alone perched up against a tree. Did my only Pokémon just leave me out here? That was when I heard some rustling in the tall grass behind me. I turned around and saw two Poochyenas pounce out. One of them snapped at me, while the other was barking. I thought it was all over for me. Then and burst of flame came and hit one of the Poochyenas. That's when I saw Torchic place down some berries and get ready to fight. She turned and looked at me expectantly, and I knew exactly what to do. "Spitfire dodges the first Poochyena's Scratch, and use ember on the second!" She rolled magnificently under the foe's swipe, and she breathed in heavily before releasing a gush of flame onto the second one, causing it to retreat. "Now, Use scratch!" She turned and did a solid hit the next Poochyena's stomach, in which it also fled. She then wearily headed over to the berries, grabbed them, and proceeded to hand them to me. I took them and asked her, "Peace?" and I stuck out my hand. She looked as though she was thinking about then she pecked my finger. I said, "Alright, maybe we can be friends one day." I handed her one of the berries. After eating it, she gave me a look that said, to me at least, just maybe. Then we both began to laugh at how this partnership was turning out.