Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. Not even a bit.
Erm, yeah, this is my first ever story! Yiay! hehe *makes nervous face*
I know! My chapters are super short! I'd just rather not put them all together 'cause it... just... doesn't feel right. AAA! This is my first time, okay? I'm just trying stuff out. :p Anyhoo...
So enjoy, I guess? :p
CHAPTER 1: A battle begun.
A gentle breeze tickled the determined face of Misty Waterflower as she loosened a pokeball from her belt. Her stance spoke volumes about her confidence, her drive, her passion and above all her trust in the living being that the red and white sphere held.
The sphere was flung, and the battle had begun. Misty's Psyduck against the challenger's Bayleaf.
Truth be told, the battle had begun almost a year ago, Misty's battle to make her dreams come true. After spending 5 and a half years nurturing and empowering the Cerulean City gym, giving it a status of 'one of the most powerful gyms in the Kanto region', she felt… stuck.
Stagnation hit her like a poison sting and the desire to step away from the world she knew like the back of her hand struck her like a lightning bolt.
It had been raining the day Misty stepped out of the gym, dressed in shorts and a loose Tshirt, her neck length hair hanging loose under a pale blue cap with a cascade badge pinned onto the front. 3 poke balls hung from the belt on her hips and the straps of a familiar red backpack dug softly into her shoulders.
Misty stared upward, embracing the rain, just as it embraced her and promised herself that she wouldn't stop until she became the World's greatest water Pokémon master and more importantly until she found herself.
Thus began Misty's journey. She made several friends, some journeyed with her only to part later to follow their own dreams and one, namely Matt (an older Pokémon trainer, sporting a lovable Cyndaquil by his side, set on witnessing the many mysteries of Pokémon), stuck by her side, claiming he had never seen passion as bright as hers.
Now with Psyduck, Gyarados, Corsola, another Pokémon and Matt by her side, she found herself in a mountainside forest situated in the Alderan (A/N: yeah, STARWARS ALL THE WAY!: D) region, ready to fight her way up to defeat a renowned Pokémon Trainer. The latest addition to her team was surprisingly an electric/ flying type by the name of Emolga.
She had rescued the small Pokémon from the clutches of an untamable river they had encountered and smitten by her caring nature, not to mention her fiery temper, the Pokémon resolved to follow her around until he was made part of the team.
Though Misty stayed true to her original dream, she could not help but branch out a little. She trained the little Emolga, who occasionally liked to accompany the group outside its pokeball, just as much as she trained her water types, though she never let it battle if the match consisted only of Water types.
Thus far Misty had learnt from younger, older, inexperienced and experienced trainers. Misty now shared a bond with her Pokémon, envied by many. What one lacked in strength, it made up in clever technique and Misty's team now did not need to be ordered around. There were rumors that her Pokémon could read her mind, or perhaps even shared the same one during battle. Commanded by simple words and short gestures, her team made it hard for challengers to anticipate her next moves and sometimes surprisingly even the current move.
As Misty and Matt travelled up the steep forest several challengers met them and the battles were always short. They had worked hard for this, Misty and her team.
"Hey Misty! I think we should stop for a bit. It's getting dark and I'm pretty sure we're lost.", Matt said slowing down and leaning against a tree that stood beside a clearing.
"Who says we're lost? All we have to do is go UP!", a tired Misty snapped.
"We are lost. Believe it or not, we are. Yes, for our purposes, UP is good, but once we get UP there, how are you going to find the place? We really should have stuck to the path outlined on the map." Grumbled an equally tired Matt.
Misty opened her mouth to reply but closed it immediately sensing that in this case it was entirely her fault. Sighing, she apologized to Matt and began setting up camp. Age had brought maturity.
After a quick dinner, they lay down by the warmth of the campfire and slowly drifted off to sleep.