Eric is a 12 year-old boy with white hair and red eyes who has not managed to catch a pokemon outside his hometown, Snowpoint City. But when he saves a pikachu in the wild everything changes.
This is the first piece I have ever written. This does not necessarily mean it will be bad. Here is the setting (this fic is in no way related to the actual story line of any pokemon game or show). *stands for thoughts.*
Chapter 1
"Coming Mom!" Eric said drowsily. He hated getting up this early in the morning. But sadly, this is when most pokemon are sleeping, making them easier to catch. Eric has been trying to catch a pokemon since he was seven, while living in Slateport City. Then he decided he might have better luck in Sinnoh, so he asked his mother if they could move there. Unfortunately, the only house that they could afford was in Snowpoint.
Eric got up, and put on his clothes, then his favorite hoodie, a green pull-over with a pokeball in the middle. *Today will be different*. He thought this everyday, but today, it just seemed to him as if fate had stopped playing it's cruel joke. As he walked down the stairs, he was going over, in his head, various capture strategies. Yes, he was a very intelligent boy, but he lacked one thing, luck.
"What's for breakfast?" he asked hungrily.
"Your favorite," she said. Her name is Alicia, Alicia Goldflyer. Yes, she has the same last name as Eric, but he profers that no one use it. It sounds to regal to him.
Alicia placed a plate of chocolate chip-covered waffles on the table, which was devoured in minutes.
"Thanks Mom," Eric said as he dashed out the door. "Dang it, I forgot the pokeballs," he said. As he was turning around, he ran into a girl with hair and eyes the same as Eric's, otherwise known as the first friend he ever made in Snowpoint, or Madeline.
"Hey Madeline," Eric said, rubbing his head, "How have you been?"
"I told you years ago to call me Maddie," she said. "Anyway, are you off to try to catch a pokemon again?" Eric eyed the male pikachu, named Cole, that was sitting on her shoulder before they ran into each other with envy. That pikachu had never uttered a sound when he was within earshot, but now that he thought about it, no pokemon had ever made a sound when he was around.
"Yeah, but I don't think I can catch one. Today will be like all the days before it." he said in a discouraged tone.
"Oh come on Eric, you should be more confident!" Maddie said. She had always been more upbeat than anyone in the city.
"I'll try, but no guarantees," Eric exclaimed. "Bye." Eric didn't wait for a reply before racing into the woods. (yes i know he forgot to get the pokeballs) As he was walking around trying to spot a pokemon, hopefully a sleeping one, ha heard the cry of a pokemon not suited for this cold weather. As he ran toward it hoping to see what it was. He knew he had heard that cry before, but he just couldn't place it. As he drew closer to the source, he saw a large group if pokemon, gathered around a single spot, attacking something. Eric wanted to know more. He climbed the nearest tree and took a look at the center. It was a Pikachu! Eric jumped out of the tree and ran toward the group. An Ambasnow turned around to see Eric rushing at them, and then threw a punch at him, sending him flying backwards. *Damn, whatever these pokemon are doing, they don't want to be interrupted.* he charged again, this time sucessfully making it to the pikachu, then sheilding it. This only enraged the surrounding pokemon. They began hitting Eric as well as the pikachu. *so this is where I die,* he thought, his vision starting to go blurry.*beaten to death by a herd of pokemon.*
"Pikachu, use Thunderbolt!" he heard Maddie's voice say. The pokemon scattered. "Oh my god, Eric!" Then all went dark.
Sorry for the short chapter. The rest of the fic will be this way. But there will be a lot of chapters.