Disclaimer: I do not in any way own pokemon. Original characters, like Rio and Aurora(For her unique coloration, all other dratini are not mine). Original places, like Stonehand(and the other cities I'll create) are also mine.
This is the first story I've ever written, so I tried to post a link to the song I wanted to it's theme song, but I can't get it to copy/paste successfully.
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I lived in a small town called Stonehand deep in the Hoenn region, so named because all the pokemon in the area are either fighting, rock, or ground types. Because of this, the people of Stonehand have a... dislike of the all others types. On the eve of my tenth birthday my mother gave me my very first pokeball and said tomorrow I could go into the mountains alone to catch my first pokemon. This is what caused all my troubles...
I'd been going up into the mountains and had become friends with all the pokemon who lived in them, so I knew I'd be safe. After opening presents(a pokenav, a pokedex, a new backpack filled with fresh supplies, and a small stack of cash), I set off into the mountains. A few hours into my trip I'd seen a lot of my pokemon friends but couldn't bring myself to catch any of them. It was starting to get dark and I was headed for home when I heard a whimper come from some nearby brush. I knew no pokemon native to this region could make such a high-pitched sound so I went to investigate. You can imagine my surprise when, upon going to help the pokemon, I found a silvery-blue dratini with a large burn on it's side.
Instinct kicked in and I began searching for the burn ointment I kept in my pack.
The noise must have woke it up, because it started hissing at me. Not to be put off, I carefully pinned the little dragon, and started applying the ointment. When I started to put a bandage on it, the dratini passed out from exhaustion and pain. After setting the final bandage in place, I set up camp and started a cooking fire. By the time the soup was ready, I noticed the dratini watching me warily and eying the soup with obvious longing, so I put a small bowl in front of it and returned to mi side of the fire. After finding nothing wrong with the soup, the little pokemon began eating like a munchlax.
Being full seemed to cause the dratini to trust me, because it came right over, curled up next to me, and promptly went to sleep. At this distance I could see my eyes hadn't fooled me earlier, the little dragon type's skin was indeed an unusual silver-blue, giving a iridescent sheen in the fire light. The horn on it's head looked like it was made from pearl. Deciding it was time for bed, I began to clean the camp. As gently as possible, I picked the dratini up, brought it into the tent, and placed it on my spare pillow. After checking to make sure it's bandage didn't need changing, I settled down in my sleeping bag and went to sleep.