As this is my first real story on this website, i'd love some feedback on how to continue or point out mistakes i made.

-Tempestatum

Sitting alone in his bedroom, a young man browses through his laptop. A video plays in the background.

"The world of Pokémon….

"Welcome, new or returning trainer, to the introduction to receiving your license for traveling abroad with Pokémon and battling your way to the top!"

The young man sighs, scrolling ahead on the video. In another tab he was filling out the appropriate forms. He was a few years behind being a trainer. The law allowed trainers to start applying at age 15.

He was 19.

The video continues. "As you finish the necessary forms, they will be entered into the international UN database for Pokémon trainers. With it, you'll be able to enter most Pokémon leagues all across the globe! So, if you're ready, enter over at .com and join the wonderful world of Battling!"

Scratching his head, he finished and sent over the forms. His phone buzzed, telling him to pick up his new trainer card at the nearest DMV or other government office.

This young man's name was Zachary Brandt. He chose to finish out his high school and first year of college. He wanted to have a backup plan in case the Pokémon league didn't work out. His tall, lanky frame was rather average, he had short, slightly messy hair, and white blue eyes. No, not ice blue. White blue is more like seafoam on wave crests then ice.

Grunting, Zach closes his laptop, pushing it aside. "Welp, this is gonna be one hell of a journey." Checking his clock, it read 10:34 pm. He had finished the 2-week resignation to a nearby megamart last night and his stuff was backed. He would be heading out in the morning.

Tomorrow he'd get his first Pokémon as a registered trainer.

Checking his phone again, his friends had wished him luck earlier that day. They had done the same as him, staying with college. His buddy, Dan, didn't want to be a trainer and wanted to stick it out through the rest of College. His other friend, Josh, was the only boy in his house. His ass of a father was not around so Josh took responsibility. That left Zach to journey alone.

Stripping, he slipped under the covers. With the lights off, he slept soundly.

The next day

9:15, his radio blared him out of his dark peace of sleep. Groaning, he gets up, dressing in comfortable sweat pants and a t-shirt. Hugging his Mom, Dad, and his Sister, he was off. Living in a suburb, he chose to take a bus into the center of his hometown, Oklahoma City.

Standing under the shadow of Devon Energy tower, Zach walks in, ready to start his next step in life. The interior of the building was part business, part Pokémon center. Waving down a nurse, he asks which floor was the starter selection area.

"Floor 3. You just starting out?" He asks

Zach nods, "Yeah, wanted some insurance before heading out."

"Understandable. Good luck to you!" The nurse smiles warmly and walks off.

Zach's shoes echo on the marble floor as he makes his way to an elevator. He could feel people's eyes on him as he makes his way up to the third floor and to the counter. The old woman behind the desk raised a brow at him. The place was quiet today.

"Can I help you?" She quizzes, setting down her book.

"I'm here to pick up my trainer card, poke-dex, and starter, Ma'am." Zach answered politely.

Turning to the computer, he hands over some ID. His card was printed out and he slipped it into his wallet. Grabbing a brand new poke-dex, she loads the newest data and stats of all known Pokémon. She motions to the door. "Your Pokémon awaits, young man. Good luck."

She smiles as she gets back to her book. Get up, he pushes through the door into a rather sparse looking starter room. Music is softly playing through the speakers. Large windows look out over toward the North to keep the light of the sun from blinding any of the new trainers or Pokémon at sunrise or sunset. A small pool held a Froakie, a Oshawott, and a lazy looking Totodile. Sleeping in the sun light was a Bulbasaur, a Fennekin, and an Eevee. Not much to choose from.

Sitting down, Zach thought it would be best to have his partner choose him. The first to wake up was the Eevee. It crept over while the other watched disinterested. Seems like they had been here for a while to be doing that. The Eevee nuzzles his hand, looking up at him with its soft brown eyes.

Yeah, this Eevee wanted out and Zach was happy to oblige.