"Brother..."

"Brother, are you there?"

"Brother, please, speak to me."

"Yes brother, I'm here. Don't lose your head."

"Don't do that again, brother. You had me worried."

"Your worry is unwarrented, brother. These mortals still have no idea of my precense."

"Good. We need to keep it that way. But for now, just keep your ego under wraps."

"What do you think I have been doing all this time, brother? Believe me, this is no easy task you have asked of me."

"I realize this, brother. But as it stands, the humans-"

"Can't know of our continued existence until the right time, yes. You seem to have forgotten that you have given this speech more times than I can count."

"I apologize, brother. It just seems that you seem to be-"

"Forgetting the urgency of this task."

"Please stop interrupting me."

"Listen to me, brother. You need not worry so much. Have you ever known big brother to be wrong about a prediction?"

"Well... no, of course not. But still, that does not mean-"

"Brother, enough with this worrying. You need to-"

"DO NOT INTERRUPT ME."

"..."

"Brother, you are putting a lot of faith in big brother. And yes, everything he has said up to this point always turns out to be true. But with how vague his predictions always seem, can you truly blame me for feeling this nervous?"

"Vague or not, they're all we have to work off of. Do you remember the last time we ignored his advice?"

"Fair point, brother. I suppose I should have more faith in big brother."

"Took the words right out of my mouth."

"So, you said you felt him earlier? The hero?"

"Yes, I felt his presence. Brash and energetic, yet at the same time kind and willing to learn."

"Hm. Sounds like your type, brother."

"Indeed. And have you felt your mortal yet, brother?"

"Only slightly, but he is definitely there. Scarred childhood, naive mindset, but truly wants the best for everyone."

"Heheheh... He almost sounds like your old mortal."

"Yes, quite. But nevertheless, I just hope these humans know what they're up against."

"Of course they do. Big brother says so."

Chapter 1: Humble Beginnings

"...and they were all found later that week in eastern Nimbasa City. Now, let's go to Leonard Kensey with the weather. Kensey?"

"Thank you, Michaels. Now, it seems as though the cold fronts of last week will continue into the next few days, with possible thunderstorms over the southern Unovian region. For your weekly forcast, you can expect a slight chance..."

Adrian awoke with a start. As he scraped to dry drool off of his cheek, he became to realize that he just fell asleep in front of the TV again. And the news was on? When did he turn on the news? Hm, Mom probably recorded it just to see the weather.

Adrian looked out the window to see that it was raining again for about the fourth day in a row, and it was really starting to get ridiculous now. Wasn't it, like, the middle of July? Though, now that he really thought about it, Adrian realized that he didn't really have much to complain about. He never actually hangs out outside anyways, and besides, he always found the gentle sound of of raindrops pattering against the window extremely relaxing, along with the sound of the rhythmic booming of distant thunder, it was enough to make him curl up in a warm blanket and just relax by the bedside and... and just let the... the...

Ugh! No, gotta stay awake! Gotta stay up for the "suprise". Adrian scrambled to his feet and ran circles around his room, trying to get the blood rushing to his head, and almost slipping on his "I heart Driftveil City" trucker hat. On his way, he caught a glimpse of a dashingly handsome man looking back at him in the mirror. Aidrian suddenly decided to take a moment to admire the beauty standing before him.

His matted cocoa brown hair, his "Moo Moo Farms" T-shirt with only two ketchup splotches (At least, he hoped that was ketchup...), his relatively spotless jeans, and eyes as green as muddy grass. It was at this point that Aidrian realized that he needs to work on his adjectives.

"Basking in your own glory again, I see." Aidrian whipped around toward the sarcastic voice to see his friend, Cheren, leaning against his bedroom door, a smug grin upon his face. He seemed to be sporting his usual blue jacket overcoat and black skinny jeans and a pair of amber prescription glasses or, as Aidrian would commonly call them, nerd-spectacles. He also had his black hair loose and flowing, with one gravity-defying cowlick hanging above his forehead.

"Didn't realize that breaking and entering was suddenly legal, four-eyes." Aidrian remarked with a sneer.

"Your mom let me in, dingus. By the way, she made brownies." replied Cheren as he pulled a brownie out of seemingly nowhere. "By the way, Bianca should be up in a few minutes. Don't know what's taking her so long."

"Bianca's coming up?" asked Aidrian, "This wouldn't happen to have anything to do with that 'suprise' you guys have been so cryptic about, would it?"

"Well actually, it's only kinda-" Cheren started, but he was soon interrupted by the loud stomping up the staircase and was soon followed by a loud blonde girl, carrying a green handbag, wearing a green dumpling-shaped hat with a short and frilly orange shirt and long white mini-dress bursting into the room. This was Aidrian's second friend, Bianca.

"Ehd ooh owh agh ore 'om aygh ow-ees?" asked Bianca while trying to chew a mouthful of brownies.

"Bianca, didn't your mother tell you not to talk with your mouth full?" responded Cheren, and Bianca quickly tried to gulp down her ginormous snack. As soon as she had swallowed the last crumb, she began speaking in her usual longwinded, nonsensical, crazy fast fashion. Aidrian couldn't really understand what she was saying, but he thought he heard something about Pokemon and Professor Juniper and really good brownies. Wait, Professor Juniper?!

"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, Bianca!" interrupted Aidrian, "What about the Professor?"

"Hm? Oh right, Professor Juniper!" continued Bianca, "Yeah, she left something at my doorstep this morning, and it was addressed to all of us! So I went over to Cheren's house to tell him, and now we're here to tell you about it."

"Okay, so tell me about what? What's this 'something'?" asked Aidrian.

"Well, it's funny that you mention that..." replied Bianca as she pulled a small blue box with a green ribbon, "Because I happened to bring it along with me! I didn't want to open by myself since it was meant for all of us." Bianca set the box on a nearby table.

"Okay, so how do we decide who opens the box? Or should we all open it at the same time?" asked Cheren.

"I think a fair way to do it is to have the person whose birthday is closest to today get to open the box." Aidrian quickly responded. And before Cheren could even get a word in, Bianca agreed with with Aidrian's idea, and soon Aidrian was over by the box, trying fultiley to rip off the ribbon before anyone could blink.

"Bianca, you know the only reason Aidrian said that is because his birthday was last week." Cheren explained.

"Oh right, I forgot!" said Bianca, "So wait, how old are you now, Aidrian?"

"Yeah, I'm 15 now." responded Aidrian, preoccupied with the surprisingly strong ribbon, "Hey guys, this tag here? There's something else written on the back of it."

Aidrian read the note aloud:

Dear Aidrian, Bianca and Cheren,

Well, it looks as though the day has come. As of the day that you are recieving this gift, you are now all old enough to be legally certified Pokemon trainers. As such, in this box are three pokeballs, one for each of you, each one containing a Pokemon that you can all use to start your Pokemon journeys. And while I am quite exicited to have fresh blood in the trainer community, I have to warn all of you that if you choose to take these Pokemon and go on your very own journey, you will leave yourself vunerable to the much more dangerous parts of Unova. Now, I am in no way wanting to convince you to stray away from the challenge, I am simply asking that if you choose to take this path, you need to know what you're up against. I have much of confidence in all of you.

Yours truly,

Professor Juniper

P.S. To Aidrian, since I was late to get you anything, think of this as a sort-of late birthday present.

-End of Chapter 1-