Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon, and if I did I'd be one
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Prologue*
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Since the first battle I saw when I was 4, I knew from that moment I wanted to be a trainer.
My name is Ty; I'm the son of Norman. My Father was a trainer since he was 12, his first pokemon was a slowpoke, and he eventually battled all the way to the top of the Elite Four. Only to fall at the feet of the former Elite four leader, Gregory, who was later dethroned by the long time Indigo leader Lance. But that's not the point of this part of the story.
When my Father lost to Gregory, Gregory decided that my Father was a very good trainer, he and my Father then pioneered in what is now known as Johto. Soon after returning from the wild, Gregory ended up being challenged for his position by 4 trainers, who had already beaten Gregory's friends and colleges. The leader of the group was Lance; he and Gregory battled while my Father watched. Gregory was defeated, and conceded the position of the leader of the Elite 4.
Lance soon got rid of 2 of Gregory's elite 4 members, and replaced them with Lorelei and Bruno, but kept a tough old woman, but that upset the 4th member of the group, and older man, Giovanni. It turns out the reason Lance refused to give him a position is because he didn't see the pokemon weren't just tools to be used and then tossed away. Giovanni stormed off and vowed to get Lance for this, later challenging him to a battle, losing but getting the offer of a gym leader position, eventually leading him with a good base for Team Rocket.
Back to my Dad. He was amazed at the battle that had taken place, a young child 10 years younger than my Father was at the time, 22, had taken his friend down. He challenged Lance to a battle, losing.. But Lance did offer him a job as a certified pokemon battle trainer, which he gladly accepted. Long story short, he moved to a small town in south Kanto, opened up a training center and Dojo, met my mom, trained people, and I was born! * fanfare! *
Now, to when I was 4. I had snuck out of my room, above the training center/dojo, and had snuck down stairs, seeing my Dad and a young kid, maybe 13 or 14 with 2 friends and a pikachu. He challenged my Dad to a battle, and of course he called upon his best friend and trusted battling partner, Slowpoke, who had now evolved into slowbro. They engaged in a tough battle, by Dad's slowpoke throwing mega punches and mega kicks at the pikachu, while pikachu was using a variety of thunder attacks. It ended up in a draw when slowbro punched and pikachu used thunderbolt, connecting pikachu with a solid mega punch/thunder punch combo, and slowbro a blast in the face. They shook on a good battle, and talked for a while before my mom found me. I thought I'd be in trouble, but my Dad came to the rescue, saying he wanted to show me a real battle, I met the trainer and his friends, and don't remember much except that one wore a strange looking hat, one had red hair, and one had spiky hair.
Every day from then on I was allowed to watch my Father. He had taught me many of the things he knew, and I became friends with his pokemon, especially a young growlith. That reminds me another story that does have some to do with this..
It only happened about a couple months ago, my Father was leaving on a longer adventure than usual, and was leaving growlith, who had become an Arcanine, with me to protect me and my mom incase anything was to happen. Arcanine and I were on are way back home, after watching Dad leave by foot to Saffron city to go to the Indigo Plateau, when we were unexpectantly attacked by a sneasel. It leapt out of a nearby tree, claws extended and tried to use fury swipes on me. I fell backwards and the sneasel passed over me, and heard Arcanine give a great bark, and then felt the heat of fire, and the sight of a fire blast and sneasel flying back over me. I got up and got behind Arcanine, who unleashed a mighty roar, shook, and sending embers all over, and attacked with a fire spin. The sneasel went spinning, and flew off. We quickly went home, I riding his back.
The reason he had left for so long was because he was being offered a job as a gym leader in a new pokemon league. We were soon to be moved to Little Root town, the home of another old friend of my Fathers, Professor Birch, who I first met when he was studying again under Professor Oak, another friend of my Dads. Professor Birch also had a daughter, who I had met on several different occasions, who was about my age. She was going to live next door to me in this small town. We were taken even farther self by boat, dropped off at a shore town, and had all our stuff delivered to our house by delivery truck, which I'm riding in now.
The sound of the truck stops, everything shifts slightly, and the rear door popped open. Two men were ordering a small group of machoke to remove the boxes out of the truck; Ty hops out, and walks in finding his mother at the table, sipping some coffee. "Ty, all your stuff is upstairs and unpacked already, just re- set your clock." Said Ty's Mom. "OK mom!" Cried Ty, running upstairs. He looked around his new room; it looked a lot like his old room, nothing much different. He walked passed his TV and gamecube, and turned to his clock. "Lets see," He said, reaching up to the clock hands" Its. about 11:35 AM" He said to himself moving the hands on the clock to the right positions. "Ty Ty come quick!" Cried Ty's mom. Ty quickly sprinted down stairs, wondering what was the matter. "Your Father is on TV!" She cried, pointing at the TV. Ty looks around quickly seeing only 2 boxes unpacked, but all the machoke gone. He looks at the TV surprised to see his Father.
Prologue*
.
.
Since the first battle I saw when I was 4, I knew from that moment I wanted to be a trainer.
My name is Ty; I'm the son of Norman. My Father was a trainer since he was 12, his first pokemon was a slowpoke, and he eventually battled all the way to the top of the Elite Four. Only to fall at the feet of the former Elite four leader, Gregory, who was later dethroned by the long time Indigo leader Lance. But that's not the point of this part of the story.
When my Father lost to Gregory, Gregory decided that my Father was a very good trainer, he and my Father then pioneered in what is now known as Johto. Soon after returning from the wild, Gregory ended up being challenged for his position by 4 trainers, who had already beaten Gregory's friends and colleges. The leader of the group was Lance; he and Gregory battled while my Father watched. Gregory was defeated, and conceded the position of the leader of the Elite 4.
Lance soon got rid of 2 of Gregory's elite 4 members, and replaced them with Lorelei and Bruno, but kept a tough old woman, but that upset the 4th member of the group, and older man, Giovanni. It turns out the reason Lance refused to give him a position is because he didn't see the pokemon weren't just tools to be used and then tossed away. Giovanni stormed off and vowed to get Lance for this, later challenging him to a battle, losing but getting the offer of a gym leader position, eventually leading him with a good base for Team Rocket.
Back to my Dad. He was amazed at the battle that had taken place, a young child 10 years younger than my Father was at the time, 22, had taken his friend down. He challenged Lance to a battle, losing.. But Lance did offer him a job as a certified pokemon battle trainer, which he gladly accepted. Long story short, he moved to a small town in south Kanto, opened up a training center and Dojo, met my mom, trained people, and I was born! * fanfare! *
Now, to when I was 4. I had snuck out of my room, above the training center/dojo, and had snuck down stairs, seeing my Dad and a young kid, maybe 13 or 14 with 2 friends and a pikachu. He challenged my Dad to a battle, and of course he called upon his best friend and trusted battling partner, Slowpoke, who had now evolved into slowbro. They engaged in a tough battle, by Dad's slowpoke throwing mega punches and mega kicks at the pikachu, while pikachu was using a variety of thunder attacks. It ended up in a draw when slowbro punched and pikachu used thunderbolt, connecting pikachu with a solid mega punch/thunder punch combo, and slowbro a blast in the face. They shook on a good battle, and talked for a while before my mom found me. I thought I'd be in trouble, but my Dad came to the rescue, saying he wanted to show me a real battle, I met the trainer and his friends, and don't remember much except that one wore a strange looking hat, one had red hair, and one had spiky hair.
Every day from then on I was allowed to watch my Father. He had taught me many of the things he knew, and I became friends with his pokemon, especially a young growlith. That reminds me another story that does have some to do with this..
It only happened about a couple months ago, my Father was leaving on a longer adventure than usual, and was leaving growlith, who had become an Arcanine, with me to protect me and my mom incase anything was to happen. Arcanine and I were on are way back home, after watching Dad leave by foot to Saffron city to go to the Indigo Plateau, when we were unexpectantly attacked by a sneasel. It leapt out of a nearby tree, claws extended and tried to use fury swipes on me. I fell backwards and the sneasel passed over me, and heard Arcanine give a great bark, and then felt the heat of fire, and the sight of a fire blast and sneasel flying back over me. I got up and got behind Arcanine, who unleashed a mighty roar, shook, and sending embers all over, and attacked with a fire spin. The sneasel went spinning, and flew off. We quickly went home, I riding his back.
The reason he had left for so long was because he was being offered a job as a gym leader in a new pokemon league. We were soon to be moved to Little Root town, the home of another old friend of my Fathers, Professor Birch, who I first met when he was studying again under Professor Oak, another friend of my Dads. Professor Birch also had a daughter, who I had met on several different occasions, who was about my age. She was going to live next door to me in this small town. We were taken even farther self by boat, dropped off at a shore town, and had all our stuff delivered to our house by delivery truck, which I'm riding in now.
The sound of the truck stops, everything shifts slightly, and the rear door popped open. Two men were ordering a small group of machoke to remove the boxes out of the truck; Ty hops out, and walks in finding his mother at the table, sipping some coffee. "Ty, all your stuff is upstairs and unpacked already, just re- set your clock." Said Ty's Mom. "OK mom!" Cried Ty, running upstairs. He looked around his new room; it looked a lot like his old room, nothing much different. He walked passed his TV and gamecube, and turned to his clock. "Lets see," He said, reaching up to the clock hands" Its. about 11:35 AM" He said to himself moving the hands on the clock to the right positions. "Ty Ty come quick!" Cried Ty's mom. Ty quickly sprinted down stairs, wondering what was the matter. "Your Father is on TV!" She cried, pointing at the TV. Ty looks around quickly seeing only 2 boxes unpacked, but all the machoke gone. He looks at the TV surprised to see his Father.