Description: A sixteen-year-old trainer recounts her exploits, and the moments that really made up the fabric of her journey.
Prologue
I wonder where I should start. What moment was the exact one that my journey really began? Waking up six years ago, the morning that I'd been counting down to for months, and groggily realizing that it was the day? Holding a pokéball in my hand for the first time, the cool, smooth exterior making me shiver with excitement? Or perhaps seeing my pokémon appear in a surreal burst of light, and knowing it was my pokémon?
Looking back, I don't think I could really say any moment was the exact beginning. In life, there never really is one. All the moments just mesh together to make a story that somehow sums up the flow of a person's days. As a writer I suppose it's my job to pick the moment that's the best beginning though, so here it is—my story, the best way I know how to tell it.
A/N: This is an insanely OC-centric story, just to let you all know. There will be interaction with actual characters at points, but for the majority (at least at the time being) I'm not planning on making them an integral part of the story. Also something you should know: this really is going to be like a set of memoirs. There isn't any huge plot that I'm going to weave into them or anything; it's just the life of a girl that happens to live in the pokemon world. Hopefully it'll be a fun little read though if you like pokemon. I know it's fun for me to write. ^_^