A Fan Fiction based on a game I thought of, Pokemon Grand Sun.

Takes Place in the region of Rorel, north-west of Hoenn. there won't be any new Pokemon except two legendary Pokemon that'll be revealed later in the series, if I get that far that is.

Disclaimer - I do NOT own Pokemon in any way. The only thing belonging to me are the original characters/OCs

Chapter 1

"Wait… what is that thing again?" Sandy asked, pointing at a weird-looking white Pokeball the shop clerk had placed in front of her. "It's a Premier Ball. It's a reward given to trainers who show great support to the Pokeball Company." replied the clerk, placing the bundle of 10 Pokeballs Sandy had asked for just now on the counter. Rubbing his hands together, he started typing on the cash register. "That'll be 2000 Pokedollars please, Miss." he said. "No charge for this… Premier Ball, then?" Sandy asked. "Nope." the clerk replied.

She walked out of the Poke Mart with her purchase and looked around for her friend. Prairie was resting on a bench opposite of the Poke Mart, taking sips from her Lemonade and reading some of the facts written in the book titled "Basic Knowledge of a Pokémon Trainer!". She was about to start her read on the evolution of Pokémon when Sandy called out for her. "Time to go home…" she thought, closing the book and placing it some other books, before picking all of them up. She dropped the empty bottle of lemonade into the trash bin beside the bench, and then walked towards her friend.

Prairie saw the bundle of Pokeballs her friend had in her left hand. "New Pokeballs?" she asked. "I'm thinking of taking a walk around Berry Forest tomorrow…" replied her friend. "Maybe catch a new Pokémon along the way."

"Berry Forest? It can be pretty dangerous in there sometimes." Prairie said, concerned. "Don't worry, with Swell by my side I'll be fine." replied Sandy, holding the Pokeball containing Swell, her Swallow, in her right hand. "Why don't you come along?"

"I'd like to, but I have to hand my report to Mr. Pine tomorrow." she said, grunting at the dreaded task of writing reports. "Bibidy's going to have to wait for next time."

Prairie felt something amiss as she walked. She ran her hands through the multiple books she was carrying. Then she realized something. Her class notebook wasn't among them.

"Oh no."

"What is it?" her friend asked, feeling around her Pokeball a bit. "My notebook… I think I left it at the Pokémon Center when I went to patch Bibidy up." Prairie replied, picking the edges of the books just to make sure. "Well then, let's go get it." her friend suggested, putting her Pokeball back into her pocket. "No, no. You should go home. I'll go get it myself. You don't want your mom nagging again, do you?"

"What? That's nonsense. I'm not going to be late. Let's just run to the Pokémon center, grab your notebook, and take off for home. You know the sun's about to go down, and wild Pokémon may stray into town. " The girl agreed. Looking over the trees, the sun was nearing the horizon. "Ok, thanks. I shouldn't have been so careless… Let's just hope it's still there." As agreed, the two girls ran to the Pokémon center. When the Center door opened, Prairie ran straight into a boy. The books she had with her were scattered around them. Prairie was knocked back a bit, but Sandy managed to back her up. She didn't have time to worry about herself, though. The boy she had run into was sent falling on his back, his head hitting the floor with a loud thud.

"Gyaah! I'm so sorry!" blurted the black-haired girl, kneeling down to help the boy up. She bit her lip looking at him. By the sound of impact, he'd have a headache until tomorrow, she thought. The boy had messy, spiky hazel hair, and black eyes. The first thing that stood out was his overcoat. She'd never seen clothing like it, making it apparent he was a passing trainer. It was dark blue with silver linings, and a sling bag was beside his waist, hung across his body. He wore deep blue trousers that matched his overcoat. Out of all the trainers she'd seen pass the town, his attire was the oddest. But was he even a trainer? Prairie scanned his clothing for any sign of Pokeballs, and found none. She was brought back to the fact that he's hurt when she saw him clench his teeth. She felt stupid for ignoring his ordeal.

The boy sat up, rubbing the back of his head with a painful look on his face for a short while. He noticed the books sprawled around him, and went and picked them up. Grabbing the last book, he held them out to Prairie, scratching the back of his head with a look on his face that said "sorry". Prairie snatched the books quickly, still feeling stupid and guilty.

"Um…Are you okay? I'm sorry, I was in a hurry, and I forgot something here and… um…" Prairie sheepishly tried to apologize, blushing a bit. The boy looked at her for a while, as if thinking about something, then reached into his coat and took out a familiar-looking notebook. "My notebook!" she remarked with joy. The boy handed it to her, smiled warmly, and left just like that. He left the two girls without a word. "Wow, he sure was tough." said her friend. "He should've been knocked out cold after hitting the floor that hard."

"I didn't even get to say thank you…" Prairie replied, feeling weird over the incident. "Well, we should head home." she continued.

They both checked their belongings, and then ran across town towards their homes. Their houses were built on the grass on the outskirts of Evenroad Town. Prairie loved it when the wind blew into her face and grass crunched beneath her feet. "Prairie! Wait, stop!" exclaimed Sandy suddenly. The two came to a halt. Prairie was shocked. Splayed across the green, beautiful grass was purple slime, filthy and putrid in smell.

"Well well well. I told you guys my little roadblock would catch us some quick cash." a voice spoke. The two girls turned around. A group of bikers stood with their machines, and the largest one was standing with his back to them.

"Hey there, little ladies. Cue ball at your service." smiled the largest one.

"What do you want?" spoke Prairie. This crowd was trouble, nothing less. She had taken out her Pokeball. Her friend followed suit. The cue ball smiled at this, taking out their Pokeballs was what he wanted them to do. Now they can't refuse a Pokémon battle, he thought.

"Your money, of course. And you two just agreed to hand them over to me!" laughed the cue ball, and the bikers started laughing after their leader. "Now, no matter what happens, you'll be forced to hand over your cash!" he exclaimed, taking out two Pokeballs. One releases the scorpion Pokémon Drapion, while the other releases the skunk Pokémon Skuntank. The girls were worried. Evolved Pokémon were strong. But they might have a chance, Prairie thought; as they have an evolved Pokémon on their side as well, thinking of Sandy's Swellow.

Sandy, however, didn't actually want to have a Pokémon battle. Prairie told her that if they wanted to avoid battle they'd have to hand over all their money, and who knows what else these bikers would be up to. Prairie held out her Poke ball. "Bibidy! I choose you!" she exclaimed, releasing a Bidoof from its ball. The bikers laughed even harder. Sandy got irritated. She released her Swellow. "Come on, if you lose, you better get out of here on the double!"

"Very well, ladies… Let's get this party started!"