Hey all, so, I'm starting a new story and I know you're probably gonna get pissed off at me, 'cause I can never seem to finish a story xDDD But I promise you, I will give it all I got to finish this. Yep, it's a Nuzlocke Challenge. Don't know what that is? Go here: Because I'm too lazy to type up the rules and crap right now. I'll do that later.

So I plan on releasing a chapter or two every Thursday Night (EST), I know, it's Friday. I wanted to get this out last night but I was too lazy and wasn't able to. xP So yeah. Enjoy this short, borring little chapter. If I can type up more tonight I'll post 'em, if not, you're gonna have to wait til next Thursday. I know, I'm mean like that xD

Enjoy~

Chapter One: The Beginning of a Legend

A clear, average, sunny summer day rolled into Littleroot, and while it seemed like any other ordinary day, in truth, it wasn't. At least, not for a young teenage girl named Max.

She was an ordinary, at least, in one point in her life she was. But sometimes, unordinary can be better, right? At least, for this story.

But, on this particular day, Max was moving.

Or, rather, she had just moved.

Moved into a nice, peaceful little house in a nice peaceful little village. But Max wasn't quite happy about it, for multiple reasons, which are soon to be found out. After all, giving it all away right now wouldn't be much fun at all.

So young Max sat on her bed, staring absently at the floor, relatively tired, but finding that sleep was impossible; she had already tried twice.

Giving a massive yawn, she threw her hands above her head, arching them back slightly and gave a huge stretch, wriggling her fingers before bringing her hands back down to her lap.

Deciding she was ultimately bored out of her mind, she stood up quickly. "It's awfully lonely… I thought… maybe this time, maybe this move… this move would be different. But… I guess I'm wrong."

She had no idea how false that statement would prove to be.

Max took to the stairs, walking down them, her hands concealed in the pocket of her black pullover hoodie.

Entering the living room, the girl saw her mother sitting cross-legged on the couch, staring blankly at the television as if it were the most interesting thing she had ever before seen. "Mom, I'm going out," Max called.

Her mother blinked and looked over at her daughter, smiling warmly. "Okay honey! You should stop by the Professor's house and say hello. I think he has a son around your age, maybe you two should get to know each other."

Max stepped closer to the door and waved a hand. "Yeah yeah, okie doke."

"And, if you decide to go off to Petalburg, say hi to your father for me!"

"Mhm… will do Mom. Peace."

And with that, Max left the house, slamming the door behind her and stepping out into the quiet little village for the first time since getting all moved in. "Yeah… sure. Like I'd ever dare to go do that…"

Narrowing her eyes, Max tilted her head up slightly, inhaling the crisp, late summer air and listening to the leaves rustle as they danced in the soft breeze. Deciding it was much too warm to be wearing it, she took off her hoodie and wrapped it around her waist, doublt-knotting the sleeves and pulling them tight to ensure it stayed put.

Then, she let her eyes travel to the house next door, where the Professor and his family were supposed to live. For a brief moment she thought about stopping by, but decided against it. So instead, she headed toward the village entrance, where Route 101 lay just beyond.

"Hey, lady!" came a shrill, young voice.

Max looked down to see a little girl running over to her, grasping her hand with small fingers.

"Y-you can't go out there!"

Max, rolling her eyes, replied, "Yeah? And why's that?"

"There are monsters out there! They're everywhere you walk!"

Max yanked her arm away. "They're called pokemon. I'm not afraid of them, they can't hurt me."

"B-but, you shouldn't go out there without a pokemon of your own!"

Max growled quietly. "Yeah, well, unless you're gonna pull one out of your butt, it looks like I'm going out without one!" And she did, without another word.

Only to hear a sharp cry cut through the air.

"WAHHH! HELP!"

Max's head snapped in the direction the cry had come from, and she immediately took off toward it. "The hell?"

After parting a wall of shrubbery, she stood before quite a pathetic scene.

An older man ran about frantically, a snarling zigzagoon right on his heels. The man looked toward her, acknowledging her presence and making use of it. "Quick! M-my bag! Go into my bag! Grab a pokeball! Do something!"

For a moment, Max just stood there, appalled by the fact that a grown man was afraid of a measly ferret-thing. If she were in that position, she would've just kicked it and ran off.

"Don't just there like an idiot! Do something!"

Rolling her eyes, Max, walked over to the bag to see three identical pokeballs clustered together. They all look the same… how am I supposed to know what's going to come out? she wondered quietly. So, she decided to pull a wild card and snatched up a random one, throwing it. The pokemon inside revealed itself to be a treecko, the lizardine creature standing before the zigzagoon intimidatingly.

Immediately, the pokemon stopped chasing its target and whipped its head around to look at its attacker, giving a threatening growl.

The treecko seemed unfazed by this and replied with a fierce growl, before throwing itself at its opponent. He struck fiercely with pound attack, and managed to dodge most of the zigzagoon's attacks, easily taking care of it with a few well-aimed hits.

Max grinned wide and fist pumped. "Yay! That was awesome!"

The treecko stood over the downed pokemon, hands on his hips, standing tall with a proud grin painted on his face.

The guy looked over at Max, his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

"Well, I must say, I am impressed. You handled him well. Thank you for saving me."

He straightened and walked over to her, holding out his hand for the empty pokeball. "I'll be taking my pokemon back, now. Why don't you come by my place later, okay?"

Max looked at the treecko's pokeball, then to the treecko, then to the guy, and pulled her arm back, narrowing her eyes. "NU! IT'S MAI POKEMON NOW HOE!" she growled, lunging forward and biting his hand as he reached for the white and red ball.

The guy yelped and jumped back, crying out in pain. "OW! What the hell was that fo-" but before he could finish, Max was already running off, the treecko right behind her. "Thanks for the pokemon!"

They kept running absent-mindedly in a random direction, the treecko catching up to her and now running at her side. Max looked down at him and grinned. "You're pretty awesome! I think… I'm going to name you… Meeko!"

The treecko grinned a toothy grin and help his hand out in a thumbs up gesture, as if he approved.

Max hadn't been paying attention to where she was going, though, and soon found herself face planted on the ground, the unwelcoming taste of dirt and grass clinging to her tongue. "What the f-"

"God dangit! Look what you did! You made me-"

But Max sat up, and suddenly, she locked eyes with a kid around her age, with shaggy black hair and a red bandana tied around his neck. He wore casual garb, nothing fancy and special, just an orange t-shirt with jean capris, a few ragged ribs in the knees of the denim. His eyes were an interesting dark amber, that Max found difficult to avert her light brown pools from. They sat there, looking at each other, then quickly looked away, Max feeling her cheeks heat up and hoping to hide it with a curtain of dark brown hair.

Max didn't say anything, and was glad when he finally opened his mouth. "H-hey there. Uhm, I don't believe I know you…" he lowered his head to try and get a look at her face, which proved difficult because of the hair hanging there.

Max, feeling the heat leave her face, looked over at him, brushing wisps of hair behind her left ear, but leaving her bangs hanging partially in front of her right eye. She gave a shy but friendly smile. "Uh, no, I'm pretty sure we haven't met before. The name's Max. I just recently moved in."

The boy gave a grin. "Oh, well hello Max! My name is Brandon, nice to meet you!"

He held out his hand for her to shake, but she didn't take it. However, his gaze averted from her face to the treecko standing behind her, and he lowered his hand.

Meeko was positioned right behind her back, peeking out slowly, with his hands resting on the side of Max's arm. Brandon smiled at him, and Meeko blinked sheepishly.

"Hey, is that your pokemon?"

Max was surprised at the sudden question, and quickly looked over her shoulder at Meeko, as if she had completely forgotten about him. "Oh yea! I just got him," she replied, looking back at Brandon.

The boy gave a half-smile. "Sweet! Did you get him from my dad?"

"Hm? You're dad?" Suddenly, Max the scene taking place near five minutes ago replayed in her head, and she blinked, blushing slightly. "Wait… you mean… that guy… was your dad?"

Brandon looked slightly confused, and he cocked his head. "What guy? Uhm… was he, kinda professorish looking? Ya know, long white jacket, the usual garb?"

Giggling, Max replied "Yeah."

Brandon gave a thumbs up. "Yep! That was my dad, though, most people just call him Professor Birch."

Nodding, Max gave a grunt as she pushed herself to her feet. Then she held out a hand to him, offering to help him up as well. He took her hand and allowed her to pull him to his feet, proceeding to brush himself off.

He looked over at her, an awkward expression on his face. "Well, I should get going…" he declared, chewing his lip.

But Max wouldn't let him, not yet. "Wait, what exactly were you doing… just laying on the ground like that? Pretty sure the ground wouldn't be a very good place to take a nap."

Brandon smirked. "Well, you see, my dad being a professor and all, I've developed quite an interest in pokemon as well. So, I was studying a wurmple… but then you came…. and uh… we scared it off…" but just as Max thought he was finished, he quickly added more, his face reddening. "B-b-but, it's fine! Don't feel bad about it! I can always find another one."

"Hehehe… sorry about that. I guess I should be going now though. You said you needed to be off anyway. Don't wanna drag you behind."

Brandon was going to assure her it was fine, but she had already began walking off, the treecko close behind her.

"Wait!" he called after her.

Max turned to look at him, surprised. She watched as he tossed a green bag at her, and she caught it with cat-like reflexes. The girl studied that bag for a few moments, before looking up at Brandon. "What's−"

But Brandon cut her off, grinning wide. "Open it!"

Blinking, she nodded slowly and moved her gave to the bag. She unzipped it and peered inside to see five empty pokeballs nestled together, just enough to get her a full party. Max smiled and looked up. "Hey, tha-" but felt an unsettling rock land in her gut when she saw that he was gone, the smile immediately wiping itself off of her face.

The trainer looked down at her feet to see Meeko sitting there, staring at her with wide amber eyes. Kneeling down, she held out an arm and allowed him to scuttle up it to rest on her shoulders. The little creature allowed a sly grin to creep up on his face, which turned into an amused chirp when he saw his trainer blush.

"What are looking at?" Max demanded, furrowing her brow.

Meeko smiled. "You're pathetic."

"Hey, shut up!"

The two were so busy bickering that they hadn't even noticed something rustling in that tall grass behind them, nor a pair of shiny red eyes watching them from a concealed hiding place. Only when a challenging growl rang in the air did they acknowledge the fact that they had company, and Max turned quickly to see an ash colored poochyena snarling at them, sharp, white fangs bared opposingly.

Max looked over at her treecko with a grin. "Go get 'em."