Pokemon: The Journey Continues

*Note: I do not own Pokemon. All content seen in this story is purely fan based and should NOT be used in any other way.*

A Brief Summary: This is the story of a 14 year old girl named Lina who lives in the famed Pallet town. She is the daughter of Ash and Misty Ketchum (what an obvious couple choice). Both of her parents are very excited that she will be starting her Pokemon journey, but Lina is not too thrilled with the idea. Keep reading to find out what unfolds…

"Lina, wake up! A real Pokemon trainer would be up by now!" Oh god; it was today.

"Fine, I'm getting up." My parents had been planning me to go on a Pokemon journey since I can remember. Both of them had been top trainers, my dad having covered our mantel piece with all of the badges he had obtained throughout his life. It was pretty cool that he had traveled to every major region. Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, even the Orange Archipelago. My mom, on the other hand, was a gym leader for some time, and had decided to join my dad on his journey, only because my dad broke my mom's bike while running away from a flock of Spearow. What a wimp. Now my mom's gym is run by my Aunt Daisy, Lily and Violet, which I think are total airheads.

"Pika-Pika…Pi-Pikachu."

I watched the old Pikachu crawl down the hallway of our house. This was the Pikachu that my dad had started his journey with. It had been in his roster since day one and I hear got extremely powerful over the years. Nowadays, its fur is shaggy and falling out, its voice is course, and it just sits on a pillow in the living room. My dad completely babies it and doesn't let it leave the house. I always tell him that it should be going outside and getting some exercise, but he doesn't listen. Sometimes the Pikachu would try to get away from my dad's grasp by taking a walk around the house, although my dad always brought it back to the pillow it so wanted to avoid. It had never actually gotten as far as my room before, which meant my dad was doing something else.

"Lina, hurry up!" Yelled my mother from the kitchen. I pulled on some dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a blue wind breaker, combed my elbow length brown hair (when my arms are hanging at my sides), and skipped the mascara that my mom suggested would "bring the life back into my bland, brown eyes". Sorry mom, but unlike you, makeup is not a necessity for me. I then slid my feet into my bulky white sneakers, picked up Pikachu, and slunk down the staircase.

"Lina, you should be able to get ready quicker than you did today. On your journey, you will need to pack and unpack as fast as possible."

"Yes mother… whatever you say. Where's dad?"

"He left early this morning with Professor Sketchit to go to some conference. Did you pack your bag?"

"I did it all last night. Stop worrying about me."

"Oh, would you look at the time, it's already 10:00. You should get going." She packed me a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a cup of chamomile tea, and sent me towards Professor Sketchit's lab.

As I walk up the steep hill that leads to the Professor's lab, I saw Professor Sketchit's aid, Rodney, running down the hill. He was a tall kid, jet black hair, blue eyes, and a "cup-half-full" kind of attitude. We were polar opposites as younger kids, but he had rubbed off on me over the ears. Normally he had a huge smile on his face, but today he seemed very concerned. A piece of paper was flapping around in his outstretched hand. He came up to me, panting. "Lina, you have to read this." I took the note out of his hands and started to read.

A Notice to all Trainers

As of last week, the regions of Kanto and Hoenn have been hit by a new, unstudied strain of the Pokemon virus, more widely known as Pokerus. We advise all trainers to reroute their quests away from these regions and to refrain from catching any wild Pokemon from these regions. Starting trainers continue to receive your starter Pokemon from your respective laboratory. We hope to inform everyone about this new virus, and we thank you for your cooperation.

Sincerely, Professor Gary Oak