I have decided to write a reborn story. I have not done so before but I hope this one goes well. Please tell me what you think (especially if you've written a reborn story). I might redo this.

Chapter 1: Time of Dying

"Typhlosion use Flamethrower on that Steelix!" Michael yelled. A torrent of fire erupted from his pokemon's mouth and engulfed the Steelix's head. With a great crash, the metal snake Pokémon crashed to the ground. Typhlosion roared in triumph as its foe hit the floor. Both trainers recalled their respective Pokémon and congratulated each other on a well fought battle. "That was great; it's just too bad that I had to use Steelix against a fire-type." The defeated Cool Trainer said, shaking Michael's hand.

Michael smiled. The Cool Trainer had done pretty well. He laughed at the name. The "Cool Trainers" were called that because they thought they were so cool. Technically, they were professional trainers but people called them Cool Trainer's behind their backs. "Maybe, but I'm pretty sure Typhlosion could hold her own against any Pokémon you threw at her, save water types."

The other trainer laughed with him. "Starters tend to do that."

After healing his Pokémon at the Pokémon Center, Michael decided to let them out of their balls. First, of course, was his Typhlosion. He remembered when he first saw her. Even then he had every reason to think she would come out on top. Next he sent his Tyranitar, Ampharos, Dragonite, Fearow, and Gyarados. He had to smile at the last one. Everybody had laughed at how wimpy his Magikarp was… until it evolved. He was proud of his team. With the help of half of them, he won the Kanto league. He was now well on his way to challenging the elite four of this league.

Reminiscing about his beginning days as a Pokémon trainer made him remember something. Something that may be more important than the Johto League. His little sister's 15th birthday. "Oh, shit." He said quietly. Being the 18 year old champion was kind of a big deal for his little sister. She wanted to be just like him when she started her journey. Running inside the Pokémon Center he quickly contacted Professor Elm.

"Michael what can I help you with?" Elm asked, noticing Michael's almost desperate expression.

"Professor, I need you to tell me that I have at least one Pokémon egg in your lab." Michael needed an egg because he trained all of his Pokémon until they had at least evolved. He wanted his sister to start with something new; that way she could train it from the beginning.

Smiling, the Professor thought about it. "Well, I'm not sure if you do have any left. They may have all hatched." Michael grabbed the screen.

"Professor if you're yanking my chain I swear!" he pleaded.

Elm put his hands in front of him and laughed. "Don't worry Michael I was just fooling around. You have plenty of eggs here, what kind do you need?"

Michael took a second to think about it. After a short while he got an idea. Claire did always say she wanted to be like me. "I think a Cyndaquil egg would be a good idea, don't you think so?" he asked.

Elm chuckled at that. "That it would be at that." He was just loading the egg into the teleporter when the power went out. "What the blazes?" he yelled, smacking the machine. He looked outside and noticed a huge storm was brewing. "Ah."

Michael was somewhat surprised when the professor's screen went black. "Did he just hang up on me?" he threw his hands into the air. "Now what am I gonna do? Claire will kill me if I don't get her anything." Rubbing his hands through his black hair, he cried out, and threw his hands into the air. "Can this day get any worse!" BOOM. With those famous words, it began to rain.

Going over the problem in his head he finally decided on what he was going to do. The only option left open to him was to fly to New Bark and give her the egg himself. Sure, it was thundering and lighting outside but this was his sister. "Go Dragonite!" he yelled. The tall orange dragon Pokémon emerged, looking less than pleased by the weather.

"Oh, come off it! You been hit by worse than this." He groaned, seeing it eye the storm.

Reluctantly, Dragonite allowed him on its back and they flew off into the storm. Thunder shook him to his core and the rain had soaked him to the bone. The flashes of lighting that randomly lit the sky up seemed uncomfortably close. Dragonite was getting quite uncomfortable as well. Michael patted him on the side. "It's okay boy, at least we know it won't get any worse than this." He had said something very much like that when the storm started. This time, unfortunately, the outcome would be far worse.

Looking up, Dragonite let out scream. Out of the rolling clouds of thunder, a shape was twisting it's self free. It wound down until it touched the ground and revealed itself to be a pillar of wind and rain, a tornado. It was too late for them to avoid it and the pair crashed into the cyclone. Dragonite couldn't pull free of the whirling vortex and Michael knew that if he let this go on much longer, the storm would rip Dragonite's wings off. Knowing that his would happen if he didn't do anything, Michael chose to make the sacrifice himself. "Dragonite, return!" The Pokémon roared at him, refusing. With a grim expression, Michael pushed the ball onto the dragon Pokémon.

"I wasn't asking." Michael said softly, as the Pokémon disappeared in a red light. He felt the whirlwind take hold of him as he was swung around and around. He hit multiple objects on the way up and prayed that each one would at least knock him unconscious. He was at last thrown free of the violent wind and, for moment, felt peace. His body was broken and he was falling to his doom. "I'm sorry, Claire." He called, feeling the wind rustle past him. Then there was nothing but darkness.

I hope this wasn't too bad for a first attempt. Please let me know what you guys think. Later.