Hey everyone! I am SO SO SO SO SORRY that I haven't posted in awhile! I have a buttload of things on my flashdrive to edit and upload soon, so stay tuned! :)
***THIS STORY IS NOT MINE!***
Plot line, main character, and rivals are credited to Artie Ross, or Count Blaziken III on the Facebook page "Korra, The Poke Master". He has given me permission to post it on here, so don't think I'm creative enough to think of this stuff! Most things are decided by fan choice on the Facebook Page I mentioned above. If you wanna drop by and read from there, that's fine, because it might take me a few hours to get everything updated if I'm sleeping.
Thanks everyone!
~Mik Mik
Main Character: Zane
Region: Hoenn
Zane woke up lazily at 6:13 on a Friday Morning. The sun was laying sleepily on the horizon, reluctantly waking from a night of slumber. The clouds caught every ray of light, bathing the sky in beautiful shades of red, pink and orange.
Zane loved Lavaridge Town. It was warm, had a community hot tub, and it was peaceful. Ever since May and Brandon defeated Team Magma, there was no trouble.
Zane was an average 15 year old boy with brown hair and a passion for Pokémon. He had battled plenty of times before to help his mother train for battling trainers at the Gym and she had kept him around five years just to beat easier competitors that she had no time for. In a way, he was a Gym Leader at age 12.
He had moved to Lavaridge when when he was 6 years old because his mother, Flannery, was offered a position as Gym Leader. He moved from the Johto region, where his mother formerly worked as a Sales Promotion Executive at the Bicycle Shop. They lived a good life there, but with this job, they'd be living like royalty.
Zane got up, walking to his dresser and grabbing a pair of white jeans and slipping them over his boxers. He reached into another drawer and picked out a black shirt with small designs making a white V across the chest. He reached onto the top of the drawer and grabbed a sealed packet of white fingerless gloves. He opened them and put them on, smiling in anticipation.
This was his big day. As he snuck out of his room, he grabbed a backpack from the chair at his desk. He would leave it all behind today, he thought as he picked up a farm fresh plum from the fridge. He would leave it and fulfill his lifelong dream of being a Pokémon trainer. Sure it was dangerous, but he had dreamed about it ever since his dad left on his journey the second time.
Zane's father had been a hotshot trainer when he first started his journey. But something happened- an incident he would refer to simply as "The Accident"- and he stopped and forbade Zane from training when he was 10. He settled down for 17 years with his Pokémon, leaving all but one in his PC: an Absol named Reaper. But he left after getting some important call when Zane was 9.
It wasn't until two days ago that he called and said Zane could become a trainer and start his own journey. And Zane planned to make the best of it.
Zane opened the door of the house and smelled the air, not even sneezing because of the ash. He was used to it by now. Only one thing was standing in his way now: his trip to Lanette's house, where he had his starter Pokémon air shipped in by one of Professor Birch's Aides. He took a step and his journey began.
So, how'd you guys like it? I'll update it from Facebook as frequently as I can.
So long, folks!
~Mik Mik