Disclaimer: I do NOT own Pokémon by any means. If I did, I would be filthy rich and out doing things.
Also, first time author here, so feedback is much appreciated. Don't be afraid to tell me if I suck, just try to keep it PG in terms of language, por favor. It it appears that enough people are lost on certain points, I will attempt to elaborate further in the pre-story sections like these. Thanks, and have fun reading! I'll try to update every few days or so.
Chapter One
Sunlight shone through a gap in the curtains, moats of dust drifting lazily through it. Alex was deeply asleep, oblivious to the time of day. Suddenly, his eyes parted slowly, and he gazed at his alarm clock through bleary eyes. He vaguely registered the time on the clock before yawning and stretching. Mid-stretch, however, he froze. He slowly returned his gaze back to the alarm clock. A shout of dismay left his throat. It was 1:00 in the afternoon! Alex leaped out of bed and hurriedly got dressed.
He rushed out of his room and down the hall. His mother was in the kitchen, humming to herself while she read the newspaper. As he dashed past the kitchen towards the front door, she called out "Get the mail while you're out, would you?", but he was already gone. Alex rushed down the path leading from the front porch of his house. He ran as fast as he could into town, past the market and past the Pokécenter. He narrowly missed a collision with a passing biker, but still he kept running. Soon he reached a large,white three-story building and he barreled through the double doors. "I'm here professor Redwood, I'm here!" he called out. A scholarly looking man emerged from a bookshelf and frowned at him.
"It's not like you to be late, Alex." he admonished. "I know, professor. When my alarm clock went off this morning, I must have accidentally hit off instead of snooze" Alex apologized. "But now I'm here and ready." "Yes well…" the professor trailed off, with a troubled expression on his face. At that expression, Alex's hopes began to fall. "Well what, professor?" he asked. "You were supposed to get the first pick, being the top of your class and all, but since you didn't show up I had to let the others pick before you." said Professor Redwood. Alex felt tears sting his eyes. "They're-they're all gone?" he croaked. He'd been looking forward to getting a Pokémon for two weeks when they were told they'd get to choose once the school year was over. "Well, not all of them, but the starters were all snatched up right away." said the professor. Alex's hopes were lifted again.
Starters are overrated anyways he thought. Just because they're pretty rare doesn't mean they're super strong or anything. "Who's left?" he asked. "Come look." said Professor Redwood, gesturing for Alex to follow him. Alex followed Professor Redwood out to the back of the building, which was an enormous fenced off area. It spanned about three acres, with all sorts of mini-environments dotting the place. There was a large pond/small lake, a few hills clumped together, a tiny grove and a small area that was completely stone except for the pits of lava dotting it. "Wow" Alex breathed. Then he frowned. "Professor, where's all the pokémon?" he asked. "Ah, most of them are gone." the professor said, looking at Alex sympathetically.
"So who's left?" Alex asked again, swallowing hard. "Well, we've got a few fire types, some water pokémon...we're fresh out of grass types though" The professor counted off. "What are those hills for?" Alex asked. "Oh, those are for rock types, fighting types, you know, those pokémon. I'm not sure if we have any there now. Well, head in and make your choice. Here, take this food. Give it to a pokémon and it'll follow you. Bring it back here when you've chosen." Professor Redwood encouraged. Alex took the food and the professor opened a gate in front of them. Alex stepped through and took a deep breath before continuing.
He walked slowly. It was all so surreal, like he was still in bed and dreaming about this. He was finally going to get a pokémon! He headed to the fire area, since it was closest. He saw a Magby swimming in a small pool of lava, and a Numel was confusedly bumping its head into a boulder nearby. A Slugma oozed out from under a rock to look at Alex curiously. A Ponyta trotted up to him, expecting treats. When it saw he had none, it clopped away. I've never been particularly crazy about fire types. Alex thought. Not since Mr. Smitty's Flareon accidentally sneezed embers on me.
Alex moved on to the pond and looked down into the water. Where his reflection should have been, a Wooper face instead returned his gaze. A Buizel jumped out of the water, clutching a Shellder in its paws. The Shellder, however, had no intention of being lunch and blasted itself out of the Buizel's grasp with a Water Gun. The only other pokémon were a Goldeen swimming by and a Slowpoke fishing with its tail. Alex left the pond and started towards the forest, but then he remembered they were out of grass type pokémon. So instead he jogged towards the hills.
At first there seemed to be nothing there, but Alex stumbled across a small cave. He entered and saw nothing. Before he could turn to go, however, he caught a glint in the corner of his eye. He turned to inspect the source of the shine but found only a sword leaning against the cave wall. "A sword." he said aloud. "Why would a sword be here?" Then, it opened its eye.