Ross and Brooke
"Elekid, use thunder punch!"
"Use quick attack and dodge that hit, Sneasel!
The Sneasel was no match for Elekid. It sprung from a boulder, which was half rooted in the ground, and leapt through the air. Elekid milled his arms, building up a charge of electricity. Sneasel had not even closed half the distance when a figure appeared out of the blue and launched a fist of wholesome electricity, striking it square in the face.
The pure force knocked the already battered Sneasel into the very boulder it had previously bound from. Elekid lowered his arms and held a vicious, victorious look on his face. A self-satisfied smile flashed on his trainer's lips.
"Aw man! Sneasel, are you alright? Come back!"
The teenage boy, Ross Tyger, took out his only Pokéball, which was strapped to his belt, and pressed the white button in the middle. The Pokéball opened up and after glowing a shade of bright red the faint Sneasel was absorbed inside. Ross's eyes were sad and gloomy as the girl, Brooke Hallows, walked towards him, Elekid following closely, over the grassy plain, where a few rocks and boulders formed a manner of hill.
"You've still got much to learn," Brooke said with a smile, and winked at Ross, who was a little bit shorter than her. "You should have tried to sneak up behind Elekid before attempting a reckless attack like that. You couldn't have expected Sneasel to dodge an attack he was walking straight in to."
"You're right, I guess," Ross said embarrassedly.
"It's ok, new trainers make mistakes all the time." Brooke replied, ruffling Ross's messy black hair. Ross looked up at her and she saw that same admiration that always lingered in his eyes. "The important thing is to learn from them."
"Will do, Brooke!" exclaimed the boy, and smiled brightly again.
"I should get going now." Brooke said, turning away and returning Elekid to its Pokéball.
"Goodbye," Ross said sadly. "Show that city folk what you're made from!"
"Bye!"
With that, Brooke started her journey to Jublife city. Parting ways with her friend, Ross, who was three years younger than her, her goal was to win the annual Little Cup, which currently was taking place in Jublife City. Brooke had seen a notice in the local Pokécenter, and instantly decided to trek back to her home city and obtain the crown.
Ross, on the other hand, had different aspirations. His younger brother, Garcia, was only of age ten and had fallen severely ill. He lay in his bed through the day, breathing irregular, shallow and rapid. He sweated a lot and suffered from nightmares in his slumber. In addition to this, time was running out. Garcia would fall prey to the Grim Reaper if Ross did not return in a month's time. It was Ross's duty to save his brother, and tomorrow would be the start of his adventure.
"Brooke?" Ross exclaimed, looking behind.
"Yes?"
"Next time, I promise I'll defeat you."
Brooke laughed, waved once more, and disappeared over the horizons.
"We'll see about that..."