Hello! Here you will find a story which I have had banging around in my head for quite some time. It's been bothering me so much I can't focus on any other pieces I'm trying to write! This story follows the adventures of a young man named Caleb who is from Cherrygrove City in Johto. He's 17 and doesn't have his own Pokémon... yet! This story came to mind whilst I was playing Pokémon X and was wondering what it must be like for all those trainers out there who don't get their first Pokémon from one of the professors. Surely it can't be an easy task? Are some given as gifts? Do some trainers go out armed with pokéballs and a stick and just have at it? So, this is where this story has come from! Some characters are my own creatures, everything else well that all belongs to Nintendo now doesn't it? I hope you will enjoy my story and if you like, please leave me a review!
With the wind twisting it's way through the tall blades of grass, Caleb watched from his hiding place amongst the trees as he waited for his prize to appear. It had been a long day and sun was not being kind to him.
Come on! Where are you?!Pulling at his shirt he tried to let the air in to cool his body, beads of sweat causing his black hair to stick to his forehead. Narrowing his eyes he stared out into the grass, he'd been waiting all day and he did not want today to be another wasted day.
Please, why aren't you showing up?
Sighing deeply Caleb realised that today, like all the others, had been a complete waste of time. It wasn't like Caleb was looking for some super rare pokémon, no he was just looking for one particular pokémon! He'd first seen this pokémon as a kid; he'd been out hunting Rattata on one of the routes outside their home town of Cherrygrove City when his father pointed out the small green and white pokémon. It was so small and so well concealed that Caleb almost missed it. It's voice was soft and quiet as it rummage through the tall grass looking for fallen berries. Caleb's father in a soft voice explained to Caleb what it was. A Raltz. As he ruffled Caleb's hair and explained that a Raltz only appears before happy people Caleb could feel the happiness inside himself swell. He always knew his father was a good man and this mysterious little pokémon appearing before them simply confirmed it in the young boy's eyes.
Thinking back on one of the few memories of his dad Caleb sighed sadly, thinking of his father never ended well so it was easier not to. Returning to his watch he kept a steady eye out for the illusive pokémon.
Did it not appearing mean that he wasn't a good kid any more? He'd tried hard over his seventeen years of his life damn it! He'd stuck by his mother after his father disappeared, he gave up his dream of going off on an adventure in order to help her, he didn't even have a single pokémon like most teenagers his age! Heck, kids younger than him had pokémon and yet he gave all that up.
Letting out an annoyed sigh Caleb gave up with his vigil for another day and climbed down from his hiding place.
Perhaps he'd never find that little pokémon. Perhaps it was long gone?
Just like dad...
