It was evening, my thirteenth birthday. Wow, how time goes by. It is hard to believe looking back... Looking at how much my world has changed.

I thought I always had the perfect plan. When Pikachu and I... "Ash!" I heard a high pitched voice yell. I turned around. My mom was standing there.

"Ash, is everything all right?" I didn't reply. I had been thinking about this for a while now. I knew what must be done.

"Ash!?" She asked again. I knew I couldn't ignore for very long. I looked up and smiled. It was nice to be home. I flashed a thumbs up to show her I was fine.

"It's alright if you want to stay up here, but don't you think you could say hi to some of our guests? They came all this way to see you..." She said.

I sighed. "I will be right down." I told her. I didn't mean to seem distant, but I knew I had a path to take. A path far away, a brand new journey.

I grabbed my backpack and headed down the stairs. Might as well celebrate for Pallet's grandest, no, the world's greatest master.