So hey! Welcome to my first story on the site, long time lurker, first time poster ya' know? So if you could leave a review telling me what I can improve on in my writing it would be greatly appreciated, and respected. But let's get along to the story shall we?

The Journey Begins!

As the sun rose upon the Sinnoh region, a new day opened. Alarm clocks went off, and people started to gather themselves, before heading off for the day. It was no different in Sandgem Town, home to the esteemed Professor Rowan. People got up, got dressed, ate their breakfast, and went about their daily, mundane tasks in the town.

Except for one person that is.

Among the rather small population of the town- which consisted of two families, a professor, the professors staff, the creepily cheerful Poke Center and Poke Mart staff, and the people who stood outside all day, every day. – this one such person was the only one to ever do what they did.

This person would change the region entirely, and leave an everlasting effect.

This person….

Wasn't Joey Diamond. The man in question was his father, who solely went by Diamond, the family last name. His father, the boy who became champion at age 10, the young trainer who caught Dialga, the former conqueror of Sinnoh now off exploring again? That was his father. Joey himself? Just by looking at the boy, you could tell that something must've gone wrong with the D.N.A replication. Unlike his father (as if he wasn't enough already) Joey slept heavily. Perhaps even more than a Snorlax in winter. He was never quite on time to anything, and forgot things more often than a grandma. Doesn't sound much like a champion huh? You wouldn't even be able to tell by his appearance either. Instead of having "striking, courageous," blue eyes, he had generic ol' brown. Instead of "wavy, chocolatey," brown hair, he had thick, messy black hair. All in all, this boy didn't scream "Son of the Legendary Champion of Sinnoh" into your now bleeding ear drums, but rather boringly whispered "Generic, Stupid, Pre-Teen.". Did he care? Not really, to be honest. He knew that he would need to match his father's accomplishments at some point, but he had made some progress and was worried about other things right now. If being held at gun-point by a man with a rather large Magmortar counted as "progress" and "other things" were your health and safety. But it would be best to start from the beginning, wouldn't it?

As per usual, a sleepy boy woke up early in the morning to an extremely pestered alarm clock, if they could be such. He dragged himself into an up-right position at the edge of the bed and stared at the wall for 5 minutes while gathering himself. There was something that felt… off…. about this morning compared to others, but he wasn't quite sure what. Then it suddenly popped back into his mind. Rapidly turning to glance at the still beeping alarm clock on his bed-side dresser, the time read 6:45. 15 minutes late. The youth hurriedly scrambled up from his bed and down the stairs being stopped by his mother. He tried to quickly move past her while muttering something along the lines of "Gotta go, I'm already 15 minutes late!" or "To and fro, off to the coal mines I go." but to no avail.

"Sweetie…" his mother said in a soft voice "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"That I'm supposed to have already met Professor Rowan at the lab?" was Joey's innocent response.

"No, think harder."

The boy darted back up-stairs, clumsily slapped the snooze button on his alarm clock, and then came back down the stairs, looking up at his mother expectantly.

"Look down." She said mustering every molecule of calmness in her body. How could one child be so forgetful?

Confusedly doing so, the soon-to-be trainer realized what she meant. He was still dressed in his pajamas. Shamefully going back up the stairs, he came back down a few minutes later in his regular attire. A dark green camo beanie, a green hoodie over a white T-shirt with the league logo on it, black cargo pants, and of course the ever-essential backpack. Finally permitted to leave, Joey rushed down to the lab as fast as possible. Why he ran at full sprint a whopping 20 feet to the lab right across the straight? Running came naturally. The blur of a boy entered the lab at high speed, and wound up crashing into another newbie who was getting his starter today. However, this was one he knew out of the other 6 gathered. For the boy currently jumbled up with him in a mess of body parts, was none other, then his hated rival Zach. Oh, how he hated Zach. But in a friendly way. You see, from the moment the town had been born, they'd been fighting each other. Literally. As soon as they were put into the giant room where all the babies went, Zach pimp-slapped Joey. Thus, began a 10-year long frenemy rivalry.

Before any trash-talk or nose-flicking could be exchanged, Professor Rowan intervened.

"Good to see you have finally made it Joey. Now we may begin." Rowan proclaimed dully.

Instead of listening, Joey tuned him out. It wasn't as if he didn't already know what the standard speech was. "Hi, I'm professor blah blah blah…. Battle blah blah breed, blah blah study…. Adventure about to unfold." Upon hearing that final sentence he brought himself back to reality. "Now, to help you begin your journeys, I have prepared some starter pokemon for all of you pick to from. You may choose Chimchar - the Chimp Pokemon, Piplup – the Penguin Pokemon, or Turtwig – the Tiny Leaf Pokemon. Choose wisely, for these pokemon will become your faithful partners through your journey." The professor explained with a little more vigor this time. "Oh, and Joey, we were able to complete your 'request'" Rowan nodded. Joey gave a brief nod in response before turning towards the starters. He let everybody else go before he did, and noticed that Zach picked Chimchar. He could choose Piplup to counter him, but what kind of an asshole would do that? Instead, he chose Turtwig, who had also been his father's choice. He picked up its pokeball and returned it. Rowan stepped up to him. "Following the path set before you, eh?" he questioned. He once again only received a brief nod in response. There was a moment of silence between the two before Joey spoke up. "So about my 'request'…?" Rowan produced a Premier Ball from his pocket before handing it to him. "Right here."

Within this Premier Ball was a Gible that he had found in the forest one day and raised. Just the day before, he had told him about how he was going to become a trainer and asked him to come along. He got a yes. Now here he was, in his hands. "Well, are you just going to stand there for the rest of the evening or do something productive boy?" Rowan snapped. Joey quickly apologized for no good reason and made his way out of the lab while looking at the two Pokeballs in his hands. He released both and hugged the Gible as it jumped into his arms. He had donned it Drago a few days after they had met, but now what to call Turtwig? "I'll call you Leafy." He told the Turtwig who nodded in response to his new name. Leafy. It may seem un-original, but it worked. Suddenly, Joey felt a sudden urge to look behind himself. "Do I dare?" he thought, and dare he did, for as soon as he turned around he came face-to-face with Zach

"I CHALLENGE YOU TO A BATTLE!"

Last names are VERY hard to come up with. VERY.