((Omnes is a region in the Pokémon world, consisting of 17 gyms – one for each type. It is known as the most difficult Pokémon region, and consists of Pokémon from ALL the known regions, our hero will begin in Hyresta Village, the Pokémon school is here and this is where students must study and train to receive their trainer license. You must be 18 to receive a trainer license so unlike in the games etc, there will be no children who own Pokémon. Because in my story Pokémon can die. This is the tale of Alex, a student aiming for the Omnes elite four. Will he defeat all 17 gym leaders and become a pokemon legend, or fail and become like many of those who came before him..))

Before the Journey Begins

Alex groaned and pushed his long red hair out of his face, it was time. The exam he had been studying the past two years for was now just behind the school hall's wooden doors that stood in front of his shaking form. He pulled up the sleeves on his dark blue hoodie, he was uncontrollably warm but didn't fancy taking the hooded jacket completely off. He then wiped his sweaty palms on his black skinny jeans. Alex grasped the door handle and was about to pull when he felt a tap on his shoulder, and he flinched at the sudden contact.

"A bit jittery are we?" a soothing female voice asked him in a humorous tone.

Alex relaxed and turned to face the girl behind him, it was Saria. Saria had long black hair that fell to her shoulders and a lip piercing that brought a hint of deviance to her beautiful innocent face. Since the course started, Alex had a thing for Saria, but he was always too scared to hint towards his ambitions of getting with her. So, inevitably. He ended up falling into the dreaded friendzone, and stood idly by watching her date douchebags.

"It's too late now" Alex had thought after the latest one a couple of months ago, but he still could not suppress his feelings and was stuck in the vicious circle of friendzone and he hated it, but was still too scared to say anything.

"Yeah a little" he said nervously, "you know I've wanted to be a trainer my whole life, so it's a sort of D-Day for me.." he trailed off.

She smiled at him "I'm sure you'll do great, you're good with Type Theory and apparently that's the majority of the paper" , she opened the doors and turned to face him once more, but this time, rather sternly, "Also you're not the only one who want's be a trainer badly, in case you forgot this IS a course for want-to-be trainers".

"oh.. yeah sorry" Alex replied. She winked and walked inside, followed by Alex.

"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be" Alex thought to himself as he was walking out of the school gates.

"The question about Kanghask—"His thoughts were soon interrupted by a booming voice behind him.

"DUDE", the voice yelled.

Alex stopped in his tracks and turned to see his green haired friend Rocky, sprinting towards him. He was completely different than Alex, Rocky had short spiky green hair, an ego the size of Omnes and the physique of a Machoke (the brains of one too).

He pulled up when he reached Alex, "how'd you find it bro?" he said between breaths.

"It was okay, did you see the trick question about Sableye and its weaknesses?" Alex replied, "Can't believe they put that in there, the sly fuckers".

A few moments of silence passed, as Alex looked at Rocky and he could almost see the gears moving inside his tiny brain. "shit…" he mumbled " I put that they were weak to psychic types".

Alex stared at Rocky and began to laugh, "Let's go home dumbass".

Alex and Rocky lived on the same street, so they always walked home together. They had been friends since they were children, and since then had always wanted to be Pokemon trainers and to travel Omnes together.

"So.." Alex said, "still want Chimchar as your starter?".

Rocky nodded, "Out of the starters it's the coolest one, cause it evolves into Infernape. And Infernape is part fighting type, so it's destined for me" Rocky exclaimed, "you still don't have a favourite type do you?" .

"Nah" Alex smiled, "to been the champion you need a balanced team, full of different types".

Rocky stopped walking as they came up to his house, "Still got that dream of becoming champion then?"

Alex nodded as he passed Rocky and continued walking.

"Hey! You never told me which starter you were going to pick if you passed?" Alex ignored him and continued walking, to some this may have looked rude, but in all honesty he hadn't made his mind up yet.

Alex walked into his home and dropped his bag with a thud, he was tired and needed a nap before he came back down later for dinner.

"HEY MOM" Alex shouted,

"HEY SWEETIE, HOW WAS THE EXAM?" his mother replied,

"FINE, IM GOING UPSTAIRS FOR A FEW HOURS PUT MY DINNER IN THE MICROWAVE AND I'LL REHEAT IT WHEN I WAKE UP" he shouted again, his throat sore.

"OKAY SWEETIE".

He picked up his heavy back-pack and swung it over onto his right shoulder and walked up the cream carpet of the staircase, upon reaching his room he dropped the bag again and flung his converse shoes across the room into the wall of his small bedroom. He closed the curtains and removed his hoodie dropping it on the floor next to his single bed. It camouflaged with the dark blue carpet of his room, but Alex didn't take any notice, he just moved a pillow up on the headboard of his bed so he could lean comfortably and stare at the poster on the wall his bed faced. The poster was a picture of all the starters he was available to choose from, the Hyresta School of Trainers had given this to him in his first class so he could decide what his starter would be years before he actually got it, this was to avoid delay when the starters were being handed out, and to avoid people asking for a different one afterwards as they hadn't thought it through properly. Alex had decided on a type and that was Grass, this was because his older sister Carol was given a Bulbasaur when she started out, and she was now the Grass gym leader in Tulip Town.

He decided he didn't want to copy her completely, so Bulbasaur was out of the question and he'd never really liked Chickorita or Snivy , so it was between Treecko and Turtwig. He thought until he dozed off, and went for his dinner later on.

It was 12'o'clock now, and he still couldn't decide what he wanted. The papers were marked extremely quickly, only taking a night. This is because the region valued their training scheme and wanted people moved into the real world as quickly as possible, however the vast majority returned after only a week or so, after they're Pokémon get beaten badly and cannot be saved. So these "trainers" go back home without a Pokémon won't be able to fulfil their dreams. Some trainers however aren't as lucky, and get killed themselves. The forest path from Hyresta Village to Flintrock is full of wild Beedrill, and many people don't make it through.

"A life of a trainer is hard and dangerous, but the ultimate reward will await the strong willed",

Alex recited the word's from the Omnes league champion Ezekiel, The only trainer in history to have captured a legendary Pokémon, and that Pokémon was Rayquaza, it alone was responsible of making Ezekiel league champion, as its power was unmatched. Alex groaned at the thought of trying to beat a legendary and turned to fall asleep, he was still undecided in his choice but decided he'd take either one. As there were only a certain amount you have to get their early to have your pick, so he thought getting there a bit later would be easier as he wouldn't have to make the choice, because one would have ran out by then, satisfied with his plan he fell asleep.

"This was a bad idea" Alex moaned to himself, it turned out everyone in the school had passed for the first time in the school's history. Alex had got an A but he was 45 minutes late and found himself at the back of the line, meaning he'd get the last Pokémon left, MEANING he wouldn't get a choice at all. Alex watched as the boy in front of him selected a Pokéball, he'd never met him before but had overheard him talking about choosing a water type, but because Alex and him were the last two in line he might not get the luxury of getting what he wanted.

To his surprise the boy shouted "I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY HAD A TOTODILE LEFT", he was ecstatic (and who could blame him). The woman who gave him the Pokémon smiled that he got what he wanted, despite being one of the last in line.

After the boy walked off, Alex stepped forward and looked at the sympathetic woman's face

"I hope you like Grass types.." she trailed off as she placed the small Pokéball into his hands.

Alex smiled with relief , at least got the type that he wanted.

"What Pokémon is it?" Alex asked hesitantly,

"I'll let you find that out" the woman said as she began packing her things, she didn't need to be here anymore, because all the Pokéballs were given out.

Alex turned around and thought to himself "please be a Treecko or Turtwig" he closed his eyes and repeated those thoughts whilst he clicked the button.

Alex opened his eyes…

"Fuck"

((Author's note: Hey! I'm new here. Well I've visited this site a lot but I've never made an account before now. This is my first try at fanfiction, so please don't be too harsh D:.I am open to criticism as I want to improve this story and keep it going for a while. I don't know when I'll update this but I'm going to continue working on it today also I hope you people like it :). Plus this is will probably be the most boring chapter in the whole thing cause I was just kind of trying to set the scene, and I'm sorry I left it on a cliffhanger but I've gotta keep people interested somehow. ~ Sketchy))