DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokemon.

Welcome one and all to my first fanfic! I'm a new writer hoping to use this site and all you BEAUTIFUL people to my advantage. I know that there will be questions, and errors. TONS and TONS of errors. But I'll fix them! I swear.

...yeah, right.

This is my FIRST attempt at making a real fan fiction, so please give me tons of criticism! I need to improve however I can.

Words in Italics are thoughts telepathy, and wherver else I deem them fit to go.

Prologue: Trainer

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"Oh, they're all so cute!"

I squinted through the red particles emitted from my pokeball as they started to dissipate. The harsh sunlight was a welcome relief compared to the relative darkness in the device I was captured in. Although no light penetrates the inside of a pokeball, somehow pokemon can feel what's going on around them. Me, I don't think too much about the "hows" of that stuff. No thank you, I'll leave it to more the philosophical pokemon out there.

Not only did this light wake me up from my slumber but as a fire-type, it felt very rejuvenating.

"I can still hardly believe it Professor! My own pokemon! I'm filled to the brim with excitement!" I looked to my left and right, just as I had once before. To my left, sitting on the unfamiliar carpeted floor was a Chespin. I knew this Chespin very well, as we were together in every waking moment of our childhood. Pokemon like us are rare to my understanding, and it's not surprising that we were both bred to help escape extinction. But when the humans who saved our species bred a few extras, we were sent of to a lab to be given to idiotic kids. His name was Sage, and we hatched next to each other. I like to think that we're friends for life, but as soon as one of us leaves we'll never see each other again.

Probably.

After sharing a snicker with Sage at the excited nature of the girl, I glanced at the Froakie to my right. The last new trainer we visited choose one of my friend's, another froakie. Although we weren't raised together like with Sage, he was a close friend. The day after we lost him, this dirtbag of a Froakie arrived.

He sneered at me with a confident look on his face. He knew about the intense popularity of Froakie in this region; and his confidence was rightly shown.

"Might as well stay in your ball" he said with a cocky smile. "Soon I'll be 'outta here while you two losers rot in this dump." I resisted to urge to spit at ember at him right there, as he pointedly started smiling at the girl and jumped around acting very playful. The girl crouched in front of him giving his head a gentle rub. He happily croaked at the girl as she laughed at his eagerness.

"Hey little guy! Nice to see you too!" she said. The current owner of us three, Professor Sycamore, took at step forward. "Is that who you want Cassie?" Cassie was a nice name. The girl seemed like a caring trainer, one who I wouldn't mind going with. But why should I try to get picked anyways? better to stay here with Sage, despite the lab's conditions.

"Um..." she took a step back and stared at the three of us.

"Hey Froakie, maybe you'll be better off this way! You'll could get properly pampered now! Someone to finally treat you like a queen!" Sage snickered. I laughed at and turned to Sage. "Maybe he'll even get a little bow! I hear there's lots of ways to fashionably abuse your Froakie!"

Sage laughed making a chittering sound while Froakie stared at us with a murderous glare. Cassie turned her head to look at me.

"Your fur is beautiful. Professor, what's this pokemon called?" The professor seemed to fire off the facts like he just memorized them. "That there is Fennekin. He's a fire type pokemon. You remember what his type advantages are? Or has school failed in teaching you even the basic facts?

"Fire is effective against grass!" seeing the professor's expression told her he was waiting for more. "And...Ice?" she said dubiously.

Sycamore let out a kind-hearted laugh. "You'll have to memorize those if you want to have a chance on your journey." Cassie frowned for a moment, but turned it into a smile. "Just another thing you'll have to yell at me about when I get all my badges, huh professor?"

Based on their conversation, I figured that the two humans knew each other well. Then again, everyone knew Sycamore. Being the region's top pokemon professor and all.

"Fennekin is a fire fox pokemon. They're very rare these days. You should feel very lucky to have one." Sycamore said.

"Pfft. C'mon professor, you don't believe all those stereotypes do you? Us kids are actually quite thankful for all the stuff you old people spoil us with." Cassie said in an sardonic tone.

"Anyways professor, I choose that one." she said, pointing at me. My mouth dropped open in shock. Why would she pick me?

"WHAT?!" a voice said on my right. "That's TOTALLY unfair! You should pick me! I'm better than any stupid fennekin!" Froakie said, pointing at himself.

Unaware of Froakie's outburst, the girl crouched in front of me. "What do you think little guy? You want to join me on my journey?" Sage was staring at me in shock. How could I possibly leave him?

"It was going to happen eventually" I thought. "Might as well be now."

The professor handed my pokeball to the girl. "Excellent choice. I-" Unknown to the girl, my ears perked down as I stared at Sage before the energy enveloped me and I was transported into my pokeball.

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So yep, there's the prologue. I don't have much to say other than leave your criticisms and suggestions on the reviews, and I hope to improve this story from this wretched chapter. Im hoping to release one chapter every week, unless I mega-evolve into my final form: Procrastinator.

...Yeah. Bad joke.

Thank you so much for reading!

This Chapter was shorter today because it was just the prologue. Expect 1000-5000 word chapters! Hopefully.