Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon ok? The characters in the novel are mostly mine however. So please don't steal them, and Nintendo, please don't sue

Authors Note: Don't worry about it if you get confused by some parts (especially a certain man…), it will be all explained at the end. Also, I re-submitted this story because I wanted to continue it, and I wanted to edit it. So, I hope you guys like this story!

Prologue: A Prelude to Greatness

Ahh…. The typical 15 year old's life. A 9th grader with shocking hormone attacks, yearning for freedom. A particular 15 year old boy named Kj, (Kyle Jay Maple to be formal, though if you called him that, well then, your end would be swift and painful) was just that stereotype. He yearned for release from his boring life: the obnoxious routine of getting up going to school, coming back and doing homework, and then repeating. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life either learning or working. No, Kyle wanted a, shall we say, adventurous life.

Like so many boys his age, Kj wanted to follow his dreams and become a pokemon master. However, unlike fairy tales and stories, Kj didn't have much luck in fulfilling his ambitions. What was holding him back? It was the veritable stone wall known as the parental unit, namely his mother. Yes, Kj's mother was quite shocked at Kj's behavior, his silly "childish" dreams; she wanted him to get a good education, to become an esteemed pokemon professor like his father, or perhaps an attorney of law like herself. Sadly, Kj wasn't able to fulfill his dreams, and as most of his friends left at age 12, Kj stayed at home to study. However, our story doesn't end here, as a very fortunate turn of events is going to change Kj's luck.

KJ'sPOV:

"Kyle, honey, please come down here for a minute, I would like you to meet somebody!" That was my mother, typical of her; she knows I hate that name. Kyle… what kind of god forsaken name is that? (No offence to any Kyle's out there, I actually like that name) whatever…. "What mom?" I asked, trying to conceal the annoyance in my voice. "Come down here!" Well, my mother wasn't trying very hard to conceal her short temper…

I went down stairs to the living room, where I saw my mother standing with someone every boy idolizes. The man was the esteemed, wealthy, generous, and kind Giovanni. I was shocked to see him here. He was a great trainer in his own regard, using the formidable ground and poison types, an unlikely combination, to vanquish his foes. He was one of the strongest trainers in the world, though he gave up training a while ago. He's the reason I want to be a pokemon trainer in the first place.

"Giovanni is here as a visitor, it seems he saw your paper you sent out. The paper for the contest on "Why I want to be a Pokemon Trainer," you know, the one I forbid you to send…" I tried to conceal my happiness, and plastered a guilty look on my face. Inwardly though, I was bursting with excitement. Giovanni read my paper? And came all the way down here because of it? Then my enthusiasm flagged a bit, as I considered the reasons of his visit. Perhaps he 

merely came to laugh at me, and crush my hopes once and for all. I gulped, and waited, but Giovanni just smiled. "I really liked your paper Kyle. It showed your enthusiasm for the training business, your intimate love for all pokemon, and your vast knowledge of all things pokemon. I think you would make a great pokemon trainer." Somehow, when Giovanni called me Kyle… I didn't mind at all.

I was speechless and shaking. Giovanni liked my paper? He thinks I would be a great trainer? Wow… I tried to compose my self, but I still couldn't say a thing; I was at a loss for words. My mother took this opportunity to interrupt in her own unique way: "I know of your great work Giovanni, but I frankly will not allow my son to venture on an impossible and hopeless task. He won't make any money, and all of his pride will be shot down the drain when he fails miserably. I don't want him to come crawling back to me in the end. I don't want him to be a bum." I seethed inwardly at her, appalled that she would talk to the great Giovanni like that, being the great pokemon master that he is. Giovanni looked quite taken aback by this, but his smile never wavered. Instead, he calmly tried to explain all of the good points of pokemon training, what a success it has made him, how it teaches management skills, which helped him run his esteemed company, and it helps one make new friends. Of course, this flew by her ears. I mean, if she wouldn't listen to the pleas of her own son, then what would make her listen to the bantering of a man of whom she looks down upon for his "social status?" She just shook her head, and kindly, yet forcibly asked Giovanni to leave.

Before he left, Giovanni asked to use the bathroom, and I sadly pointed him in the direction of my room, to my private bathroom. I glumly sat on my couch, as my mother looked sternly at me, obviously waiting for when he left so she could verbally berate me. That paper was the last string of my lifeline. It seems I would forever float on the ocean of mediocrity, never being able to land on freedom…

Giovanni left me on a sad note, his never wavering smile actually made me sink deeper into depression. Maybe to him it was the nice and courteous thing to do, but for me… it reminded me of his success and happiness, and how ill never have that. It just made me feel hopeless.

Of course my mother yelled at me after Giovanni's departure, but the words fell to deaf ears. I frankly didn't care about what my mother said anymore, so I just tuned her out, like I always did. Finally, she let me go, with the threat of taking away my laptop, the one I bought with my own money, but again I paid her no heed. That ordeal was the breaking of the last dam, and now the waters flooded my sanctuary. All I had left was to go upstairs and study, to become everything my mother wanted me to be. "For that's what all good boys and girls do for their parents…." I walked up stairs, my mind feeling completely empty and too heartbroken even to cry, I slumped onto my bed. After a few minutes of wallowing in my despair, I composed myself, and went back to my bench. "Working" (aka-slacking off while drawing) I "worked" up some good pokemon sketches, before ripping and crumbling them and throwing them away. It was a good representation of my life.

I opened my drawer for some paper, and feeling around, couldn't find any. I sighed, before getting up and going to my closet, where my extra paper is. Instead of the neat, organized, and relatively bear ground in the closet, I found a largish trainer "fit everything" backpack. Pinned to it was a note. The note was from Giovanni, and read:

Dear Kyle:



I know how hard it is for you not being able to follow your dreams, and I feel very bad, especially for someone with a great potential such as you. Though I know I can't persuade your mother to let you go please, never give up on your dream.

Inside the pack are prizes for the winner of our contest. You will find a new pokedex complete with most pokemon data, evolutionary data, Recommended strategies, a map, radio, MP3 player, a slot for a SIM card so you can use it as a cell phone, and of course instant messaging. Also, you will find 5 pokeballs, 5 potions, 3 antidotes, 3 paralyze heals, 3 awakenings, and an escape rope, the new standard trainer pack that my company has created. You will also find the new collapsible Machro bike, which is super fast, light, and agile.

There is also a pokeball belt, with 2 pokeballs already inside. One of the pokeballs contains an eevee, the choice pokemon you chose for the contest, and the other, an egg, that will hatch in a few months. There is also 1000 zeni in there.

PS.: Remember to let the egg warm.

From: Giovanni

Of course, my first and foremost action was to fall down in shock. This caused a loud thumping noise, and I heard my mother coming, so I quickly grabbed a stack of paper and stood up, just as she came in. "What happened?" she asked. Trying to look as guilt less as possible I answered. "I was just getting some paper." She glanced over at my work bench, and thankfully my math homework was on it, almost completed. "Very well then, please continue. Oh and honey, remember, I always have in mind what's best for you, even if you don't like it, ok?" Inwardly I glared daggers at her, but then just nodded as she left the room. I let go of the breath I didn't even know I was holding, and after making sure she was downstairs again, I quickly took the pack out.

I took everything out, and admired my pokedex for a while. Then it finally hit me. I had a pokemon! I checked my new belt, and found the ball I was looking for. It was pinkish, and I knew it was a love ball. Taking it out and admiring it, I knew what to do. I would run away and start my journey, but I would have to plan it all out. With the money and items the contest gave me, I would be able to run to Coral Town, where I would take a boat to some faraway pokemon league. Of course I couldn't participate in my own home league, the Candela Shore League, because I could get caught. Another league would make it easier for me to not have to watch my back for the police. Yes, I would run. And as I held the Love ball up to the light, my finger poised at the button, I knew I had made the right choice.

Authors Note: OK guys, here's an explanation about Giovanni. Yes he is the evil rocket boss, but he was defeated 10 years ago by the Red/Blue/Yellow trainer, when Team Rocket was first disbanded. Then the team was disbanded again by the Gold/Silver/Crystal trainer, or 7 years ago according to my timeline.

OK, now, he was only ever defeated by the Red/Blue/Yellow Trainer, so he disappeared, and lets assume, for my purposes, no one ever knew who he actually was. Well he emerged 5 years back, and established him self as a great 

trainer, and a hard working good citizen. Yet, no one knows what he is planning. This would explain how Kj idolizes the man. Also, part of the plot revolves around him, so stay tuned.

Please R&R, I took my time on this one, and since firing up my old Red version, it reignited the passion to write pokemon.

Until then

KMaD