A/N This was co-written with my sister, known on this site as LaLaLaGurl. This is my first fanfic, so please R&R. I'm open to suggestions, just not anything too harsh. Please enjoy!
"Long ago, there was an ancient Pokémon, said to be stronger than any other legendaries," Eric's emperor told Eric.
"I want you to obtain the elemental runes, the most powerful artifacts on Earth, and awaken that Pokémon. We are doing this for good cause. We will revive all dead beings in the history of time, making the world perfect." The emperor continued. Eric bowed and walked away…
Eric Klan slammed his head on the wall when he woke up.
"Whazza? That ought to leave a mark. " he complained drowsily. He looked up to see hat his calendar read July the 2nd.
So what? He thought.
Then it hit him.
"It's my 10th birthday!" He cried happily. He burst out of bed like a rocket leaving Earth and shoved his clothes on. He accidentally put on his navy blue shirt the wrong way and grunted before fixing his mistake. Eric pranced around the room, obviously excited.
"Eric! Quit that racket!" Eric's mom, Angela called.
"But I can't be late!"Eric cried back, desperate.
"It is 6:40! Not 8:00!"Angela shouted.
Eric had decided to collect his Poke Ball early because he imagined Alexander Oak, Professor Oak's grandson, choosing his Poke Ball right now. Alexander was always a huge jerk.
He plopped on his armchair and opened his brand-new laptop (which was his tenth birthday present from his mom), and decided to study each starter Pokémon. Eric noted Bulbasaur's powerful special-based statistics, looked at Charmander's special sweeping capability, and Squirtle's ability to absorb a powerful attack with ease. It took Eric a while to decide.
When it finally reached 7:30 Eric said bye to Angela, who shed a few tears at the sight of her little boy growing up and getting his first Pokémon, and put on his bag. Eric was striving not to be late. Pallet Town happened to be a diminutive area, but it was breathtaking. The low population allowed the region to have fresh air. There were plants of all colors everywhere you could see. Eric knew the weather suited Bulbasaur, but if the temperature rose, it might be trouble. Squirtle would have fun playing in the streams, and Charmander would enjoy basking in the sun.
When Eric got to the Professor's lab, nobody seemed to be awake, and it was locked, so he pulled out a slice of toast mom made him and waited outside. Oak's lab was a large, white painted building. There were metal fans on the exterior of the building, which the children, at an early age, were told never to touch.
He remembered a story that his mother told him of a little boy his age that had gotten his hand stuck in those very fans. Now, that boy was seventy-two, and was the Klans' neighbor. He was always afraid of their elderly neighbor for his mangled arm. When Eric finished his toast, and stood up.
Oak appeared outside at roughly 7:51. He ushered Eric into the now unlocked lab, and Eric was surprised by how comfortable and roomy it was.
"My grandson Alexander is still in bed. Lucky him, he gets to sleep in." Oak stated calmly.
Eric reddened slightly.
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