Chapter One. Hope you guys like the first chapter! I just watched Pokemon Origins yesterday and I have to say it was awesome!

The sound of water splashing down with great force echoed loudly throughout the thick forest as Pokemon of all types gathered around the water fall that ran down into a drinking stream that many of them drank from. A young Stantler sipped weakly from the drinking water as the rest of his herd watched over him as he was the youngest addition to the family, many other Pokemon did the same as they all came to the stream to enjoy a refreshing swim or drink. Yet, there was one constant sight that the wild Pokemon had came accustomed to and that was the occasional Human who'd sit within the waterfall for hours enduring the force of the water to improve their physical strength and simply focusing on their mental strength.

The wild Pokemon had come to recognize four Humans who constantly would visit the waterfall, the Pokemon knew them as peaceful beings who simply wished to use the waterfall as a training method and as long as the Pokemon allowed that the Humans treated the watering hole with respect. Of the four Humans who visited the waterfall daily was the youngest of the four, the Human was a fifteen year old boy who had been coming to the spot for years. Yet, the wild Pokemon had noticed that unlike the other three he seemed different, as if he came to the waterfall for a different reason as if he was simply trying to find himself as the others went there to strengthen who they were.

The boy was from the local village and was one of the children of the town's famous martial arts dojo. The boy was the middle child of five kids and was the youngest of the three that were in martial arts training as his two younger siblings still were in preschool.

His name was, Parker Winters.

"Forget this," Parker groaned as he stood up from the rock that he sat upon, but as he got ready to exit the range of the waterfall the wetness of the rock, along with the force of the waterfall sent Parker collapsing into the watering hole. The young Stantler leaped back startled at this sudden sight, but the older Pokemon simply continued their daily routines as it was a common thing for the younger Human to fall into the water.

Swimming to the land Parker pulled himself on top of a dry boulder where he left his bag of supplies, pulling out a towel he began to dry off his short chocolate brown hair. His hazel green eyes watched as drops of water ran down his lightly tanned skin and fell down upon the dry boulder, exploding into hundreds of smaller drops of water that scattered across the rock. Sighing heavily he quickly changed into a dry pair of clothes that consisted of, white martial arts pants, with a black t-shirt, and a yellow martial arts belt.

A yellow belt at the age of fifteen was not something to be proud of, as by this time his older brother was a green belt preparing to take his test for their next belt. It wasn't the fact that he lacked the skills to move up, he just lacked the motivation and that was why his father was so persistent on training him.

"Time to head back," Parker sighed his voice with no excitement as he threw his bag over his shoulder and started walking down the dirt path that led to the watering hole. As much as he hated the waterfall training he loved the walk there, the leaves were a golden color due to the weather changing and the air had a crisp chill to it and the Pokemon were always more approachable during this time of the year.

Parker slowly made his way out of the forest where the rocky mountains of, Mt. Silver were visible. His village located at the base of it on the Johto side of it, the main path going through the mountain nearby his village which made it a great spot for travelers to rest up, but their main attraction was the Dojo that was located within the town. The Dojo was where many Martial Artist gathered across Johto to train at, but many failed the entry test and the ones that did pass would usually drop out in the coming months. Parker however was "lucky" enough to be the Dojo Master's son and thus... He couldn't never fail out.

"Home sweet home," Parker sighed sarcastically as he walked slowly up the stone steps that led to the large Dojo that also acted as his families' house, not only did Parker have to spend most his day training there but at the end of the day he had to sleep at the place that annoyed him so much. Entering the Dojo he looked around hoping that he could avoid his father, or two older sibilings.

"Stop right there little bro!" A voice boomed loudly as Parker sighed in defeat as turned around to see his older brother standing before him, the twenty year old black belt stood proudly in the doorway as if he had been waiting for Parker. Wearing his traditional white martial arts gear he carried himself with pride as everyone in the village knew him as the prodigy son. Along side him were his prized Pokemon; Hitmonlee, Hitmonchan, and Tyrogue.

Raymond Winters, the eldest sibling.

"Please, just let me go to my room," Parker begged as Raymond just pulled his gaze off his younger brother who really didn't want to deal with any of this.

Raymond then suddenly grinned and leaped upon Parker, putting the younger brother into a headlock he started tickling him, "Say it!"

"No!" Parker cried out in tears as he couldn't stop laughing as he struggled to escape his older brother's grip, Tyrogue laughed at his trainer's random moments of child like behavior. Raymond was very serious when training and battling, but his Pokemon were happy to see his relaxed side when around his siblings but it was something his father looked down on. His father thought that being the oldest that Raymond should stop acting like their older brother and more like their mentor.

"Say it!" Raymond laughed in a evil voice.

"Fine! Raymond, is the best of the best! He's the strongest, most handsome... And he smells like Dad's old training shorts!" Parker cried out as Raymond threw him aside grinning at his brother's attempt to insult Raymond, although the two were often at opposite ends when it game to Dojo matters and training they were usually on good terms.

"You two are such weirdos," A voice sighed heavily as the two brothers looked up to see the second oldest sibling in the family and the oldest girl, Sarah Winters. Unlike Parker and Raymond who adopted their brown hair from their dad, she had jet black hair like her mom's that was done in a ponytail. She wore black athletic pants and a martial arts top with her brown belt. The seventeen year old martial artist was known by the local boys as the most beautiful girl in the village, but also the most dangerous. At her side were her two loyal Pokemon, Medicham and Combusken.

Raymond grinned as he stood up and joined Sarah at her side, the two grinning ear to ear. Parker sighed as he knew what today was and it was something he had been avoiding for days.

Today he would get his very own Pokemon.

"Where's that boy?" A voice boomed loudly from outside the Dojo and Parker sighed lowly as he rose up to his feet.

"He's in here Pa-Pa!" Sarah called out as she grinned at Parker as she remembered it wasn't so long ago that she got the honor of picking her own Pokemon.

Parker's father would go into the mountains for one week straight whenever one of his children became of age and he would capture any fighting type he saw, after the week was over he'd return home. Upon returning home he would give that one child a choice of what Pokemon they wanted that he had captured, thus that would be their first Pokemon. Naturally, his father made sure the Pokemon were at a level where they'd obey them as he refused to have any disobedient Pokemon within the walls of his Dojo.

Entering the room was a man in his early fifties, his hair a blackish brown that spiked upwards, his martial arts gear was a black color that made him stand out from the others, and his black belt covered in golden strips. His face was harden by years of training, a scowl like look always on his face as if he was always mad, but whenever he held Parker's younger twin siblings the harden martial artist became soft like clay. The man was known as, Master. Marcus Winters... but to Parker he was dad, "Parker it's time for your decision."

Sarah made her way to a large monitor mounted on the wall and with a switch of a flip it lit up brightly, the baby blue skin was bright as a collection of Pokemon was displayed upon the screen. The list was larger then usual from what Parker could remember, but the selection was always the same... Just fighting types. Parker slowly approached the screen as his father stood beside him, nervous Parker looked up at his dad to surprisingly see the man smiling with eagerness, "I've waited so long for this day."

Parker bit his lip upon hearing those words.

His eyes scanning the list over and over, until he finally found one Pokemon that he had never seen on the list before.

A duel type that was part Fighting and the other type being one that interested him greatly, the type was unlike any other. Every Pokemon that was this type was different in so many ways, their body build, the way they lived, this personalities, they were just so amazing!

Parker knew he wanted that Pokemon.

"That one!" Parker shouted as he pointed at the bottom left part of the screen.

Raymond and Sarah grinned as they kew that'd be his choice.

"Ah, a Machop!" Marcus stated with joy.

Sarah sweat dropped at her father's oblivious attitude.

"Um... Dad, I think he meant..." Raymond was about to point out when he was silenced by his father.

"Raymond, don't question your brother's choice!" Marcus shouted as he was overjoyed that Parker had picked a Machop, a pure fighting type that would evolve into the poster boy of all fighting types.

"Uh, I was pointing at that one," Parker stated lowly.

"Hmm?" Marcus moaned lowly in surprise as he turned to see where Parker was actually pointing at.

"WHAT!? A HERACROSS!" Marcus cried out as everyone knew that their father truly hated Bug Types as he saw them as crunchy weaklings.

"Why was a Heracross even in the selection?" Raymond asked curiously as he knew how much his dad hated Bug Types.

Marcus sighed heavily as he had caught it accidentally one night in the dark and on his last night there when he thought he had released it, he accidentally released what he saw as the finest Machop ever, which he had purposely caught in hopes that Parker would pick it. As much as Marcus hated himself for not releasing the Heracross, he had to admit that the father side of him was happy to see the joyful look on Parker's face as he went through Heracross' statistics on the screen.

Parker grinned as he stared at Heracross' typing and how that fighting was its secondary type, the first being bug type.

Parker had successfully obtained a bug type.

The problem was he would never be able to capture more while under his father's training, but if he left his father's training he could never return home. Parker sighed lowly as he knew what he had to do, he knew if was for the best. Yet, as of right now Parker was overjoyed that he got to pick a Heracross as his first Pokemon!

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