PROLOGUE
The sunlight crept in between the dusty curtains of the library, it wouldn't be light for long, and the sun was slowly setting in the west, a gentle breeze rolled through the window. It was a beautiful scene as always, just off to the North West you could see the majesty of Mt. Silver, the mountain that separates the Kanto and Johto regions, and to the south west the endless ocean, holding countless islands and countless Pokémon. An old man sat at his desk in a library, procrastinating while he watched the sunset, he preferred Mt. Silver to the mountains of paperwork on his desk right now, sorting through applications for starter level Pokémon. He sighed as he picked up another application, skimming through it, it was the third application from Vermillion City he had read so far but he had to read every single one. He finished reading and placed it on top of another pile as the sun finally set. The wind picked up as night descended and a breeze sped through the window, spilling the paperwork across the room, both piles of read applications and unread flew in all corners of the room and out the door.
"Oh, in the name of Mew" he cursed, getting out of his seat and onto his hands and knees, his lab coat fluttered in the breeze, revealing the combination of a purple polo shirt, tucked into his brown slacks with his dress shoes, he wore professional attire, as always. He scattered around the room collecting the pages of applications, when a young teenager appeared at the door, clutching yet another application,
"this yours pops?" he looked around at the mess, "woah, what happened here"
"A breeze, that's what happened!" he exclaimed, clearly frustrated, "yes, that is mine, thank you" he took the page back, knocked them against the floor to try and neaten them, which didn't work all that well and returned to his desk.
"How is it all going? Have you decided everyone?" The teen inquired,
"No, not just yet, I've decided the first two, but I am going through the applications for Squirtle now"
"Did you get my application pops?" his face grew a grin as he seemed fairly amused with that remark like he had just played some sort of prank,
"yes I did, you didn't have a reference letter from a qualified source, only the application"
"well you're my qualified source!"
"Blue, you are too young, you are only fifteen, soon, I promise that, but not yet" he saw the disappointment turn to jealousy in Blue's face,
"is Red getting a Pokémon now!"
"no, no he isn't, I've told you before, you will go together" Blue's face shifted back to disappointment, "look, you are sixteen in a few months, next intake, I will accept your application." Blue's face beamed with excitement,
"Really?! Can I go to tell Red?" He had a full teeth grin on his face, and the old man couldn't help but let him go tell his friend,
"Yes, go on, go tell Red." He didn't even finish his sentence before Blue left in a hurry, however just as quickly, he re-appeared.
"I think you missed one pops" he gleefully handed it over to the old man and then sprinted out the door again.
'now, back to work' he thought, looking at the application his grandson handed him, 'Mr. Airen Redwood, Cinnabar Island.'