Authors's note: As this is my first ever fanfiction, and I just made a account, I'm not entirely sure how to use this, so I apologize in advance for any errors in layout, grammar, or spelling. This will be an ongoing story (I hope) with multiple chapters. It will not entirely hold true to Pokemon (I'm trying to make it a little more realistic, and I am less than adequate at geography so please forgive my terrible placement of towns and cities) and all criticism (including tips on grammar rules, or incorrect spelling). Now, on to the story.
He stands with his back towards the large, imposing gate to the Champion's Hall. He gazes stoically into the green eyes of Abraham Forest. His fully healed party of Pokemon itch for the battle inside of their pokeballs. Abraham says to him, "You've been on a long journey, Michael. I am the final challenge standing in the way of your goal. I am not inclined to let you accomplish this goal. You and I will battle, and the winner will be crowned the Champion of the Hoenn region!" With that, Abraham reached for the pokeball at his belt, and as Michael did the same, he couldn't help but flashback to his beginnings as a Pokemon trainer….