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The Journey Begins
Announcer: "In a world full of Pokémon. Pokémon Trainers come and go, all striving to be the very best they can be."
In the bedroom of a young boy with a certain dislike for human beings, he prepares for his journey, the journey that many have taken before him, and many after. Legacy after legacy, this tradition will follow in the hearts of Pokémon trainers across the world.
He stares firmly at the ceiling of his room, in which he is surrounded with Pokémon merchandise. Downstairs he hears his mother clanging away, cooking the last meal for her beloved son in a long time. He looks bleakly at his alarm, and notices that its 6am. It is almost time for his legacy to begin. He Gets up and gets dressed, pulling on his black bootleg jeans, and boots. He does his belt in a peculiar fashion, which makes it appear that he is wearing three belts. He then pulls on his polar neck vest top and his jacket, before adjusting the belt collar on his vest top. He says a silent goodbye to his room before descending down the stairs.
He opens the door, and looks at his mother, who is frantically dashing side to side of the kitchen.
???: "Mom, this is unnecessary, I don't want you to want you to work yourself to a frazzle."
Mom: "But son this is the last time we may see each other for a long time."
???: "That's why I want to leave, knowing your in good health. I'll ring you whenever I get the chance."
He says as he sits down, and wolfs his breakfast down.
Mom: "Your bags packed, make sure, you take care of yourself and"
???: "Mom, please don't treat me like a rookie trainer, we both know, that I know how to survive" He gets up and picks up his bag, before hugging his mom goodbye.
???: "I'll always do my best mom, like you taught me too, and never give up hope"
He exits the building and sets off down the road to the Pokémon Lab, where the local Pokémon professor resides.
A building loomed out of the surroundings, like it appeared from now where, the building was upon the young boy. He gulped and walked in, taking in his surroundings he noticed the Pokémon, and in the corner, there was a little Eevee, it hid itself meekly as if it was terrified of the place. The boy went up to the Eevee and noticed it was different from a normal Eevee, its mane was gold, and it had crystal blue eyes that gazed at him.
???: "Hi there little fellow, I am Chryzoa who are you?"
The Eevee gazed blankly at him, as the professor loomed behind Chryzoa.
Professor Appleton: "Made your choice already?"
Chryzoa: "I choose this little Eevee"
After about an hour of teaching how to use Pokéballs effectively Chryzoa set out to begin his journey.
licensed to Nintendo© all rights reserved to them, if A problem
arises with the company involved Game freak© and Nintendo©
then contact my email, and I shall remove them instantly.
The Journey Begins
Announcer: "In a world full of Pokémon. Pokémon Trainers come and go, all striving to be the very best they can be."
In the bedroom of a young boy with a certain dislike for human beings, he prepares for his journey, the journey that many have taken before him, and many after. Legacy after legacy, this tradition will follow in the hearts of Pokémon trainers across the world.
He stares firmly at the ceiling of his room, in which he is surrounded with Pokémon merchandise. Downstairs he hears his mother clanging away, cooking the last meal for her beloved son in a long time. He looks bleakly at his alarm, and notices that its 6am. It is almost time for his legacy to begin. He Gets up and gets dressed, pulling on his black bootleg jeans, and boots. He does his belt in a peculiar fashion, which makes it appear that he is wearing three belts. He then pulls on his polar neck vest top and his jacket, before adjusting the belt collar on his vest top. He says a silent goodbye to his room before descending down the stairs.
He opens the door, and looks at his mother, who is frantically dashing side to side of the kitchen.
???: "Mom, this is unnecessary, I don't want you to want you to work yourself to a frazzle."
Mom: "But son this is the last time we may see each other for a long time."
???: "That's why I want to leave, knowing your in good health. I'll ring you whenever I get the chance."
He says as he sits down, and wolfs his breakfast down.
Mom: "Your bags packed, make sure, you take care of yourself and"
???: "Mom, please don't treat me like a rookie trainer, we both know, that I know how to survive" He gets up and picks up his bag, before hugging his mom goodbye.
???: "I'll always do my best mom, like you taught me too, and never give up hope"
He exits the building and sets off down the road to the Pokémon Lab, where the local Pokémon professor resides.
A building loomed out of the surroundings, like it appeared from now where, the building was upon the young boy. He gulped and walked in, taking in his surroundings he noticed the Pokémon, and in the corner, there was a little Eevee, it hid itself meekly as if it was terrified of the place. The boy went up to the Eevee and noticed it was different from a normal Eevee, its mane was gold, and it had crystal blue eyes that gazed at him.
???: "Hi there little fellow, I am Chryzoa who are you?"
The Eevee gazed blankly at him, as the professor loomed behind Chryzoa.
Professor Appleton: "Made your choice already?"
Chryzoa: "I choose this little Eevee"
After about an hour of teaching how to use Pokéballs effectively Chryzoa set out to begin his journey.