Chapter 1

I was camped out on a sunny beach on the southeastern end of the Ataru region. The region was discovered about 50 years ago. My mother had let me go there after a friend of mine invited me over.

I'd just woken up to the sound of my aggravating alarm watch. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! I swatted at it instead of just switching it off the right way, and it rang louder, still beeping wildly.

Out of annoyance and tiredness I just let it ring and began putting on clothes. I went with a black tank-top, a gray t-shirt, and a black open-zip jacket with a hood. Then put on a pair of jeans (black) and some black-n-white shoes. I took one last look at myself through a mirror before I exited the small tent I had pitched. I sighed at my unkempt hair.

"Time for a cut." I said to myself.

I turned off the watch alarm and stepped out on to the beach. The sun flared in my eyes and I fell back into the sand.

"Ugh..." I said. I recovered to my feet and said "Hmm, where's Timmy?"

Timmy was an old friend of mine from Elementary school. He's better known as Professor Acorn, the prodigal Pokémon Expert and Advocate. He was the youngest researcher ever, starting his profession at age 10. He'd promised to supply my first Pokémon.

Where is that guy?

The beach I was camped on had a small town nearby, which was where Tim's lab was. He was supposed to meet up with me here.

"Oh well... I guess I have to go get him."

And with that I went toward the tiny town of Morning Dew. As I traveled northward to Morning Dew, I had an odd feeling I was being followed. After about 15 minutes I made it to the town and started looking for Tim's lab.

"Don't worry; you'll know which building it is." I remember him saying before.

Indeed, I knew it right off the bat. Tim was kind of a nerd. He was smart and weird. And of course by weird I mean slightly insane. For instance, instead of a door like any normal person, he had a teleporter as his entrance. And he had the only house in town that looks like an atom model. Nerd.

As I was about to get beamed up, I remembered a feeling I had before. Then, I turned around suddenly and saw something move by this bush nearby. I instinctively jumped into the bush. I wrestled with some kind of fur ball for five minutes and then both of us popped out the bush, dazed.

I glanced over at the creature and saw it was an eevee. I calmed down and decided to try and pet it. That's when it bit me. It shocked me so much I started crazily yelling and tossed it against a tree.

"Quit it, Eevee!" I heard a familiar voice say. I turned and saw Tim standing there staring angrily at the brownish Pokémon.

"Hey, Tim! What's up man?" I asked

"Better if it weren't for this rascal." he said without looking at me.

The eevee suddenly growled in an annoyed tone. Tim shrugged.

"So, Do you want your very first Pokémon?" he asked.

"That's why I came here." I replied.

"There you have it." he said, pointing directly at the eevee.

"Him? He's my first Pokémon?" I asked somewhat disappointed. The eevee shot me a dirty look.

"No, you aren't bad! It's just... You aren't what I expected. That's all".

The eevee looked a little nicer now. "C'mon man! You're just going to give me some wild eevee as my starter?" I complained.

"No, it's not how it looks! See, I've taken special care of this eevee just for you. Unknown to most people, the reason why eevee are so rare is because many die in the wild. But this one survived. Many eevee that are raised in captivity are tame and weak. So, since this one managed to endure life in the wild, I snatched it up and conditioned it here in Morning Dew, as your starter." Tim explained.

"So why was he wandering out here in town other than in your lab?" I questioned.

"He isn't too keen on taking orders. I told him to stay put awhile ago."

"What did he do?" I asked.

"Immediately ran away." Tim sighed.

"You should be practically elated, man! That eevee is different from others. Its conditioning has made it very intelligent. So much so that I was able to teach it an astounding skill. ."

"Is that so?" I inquired. "Yep. And there's more. This eevee is so smart that..."

"What?" I wondered. "This eevee can do some thing special."

"Which is?" I asked impatiently. This eevee can..."

"Oh just tell him I can talk you nerd!" A slightly squeaky voice called out. I turned to eevee.

"D-did you just talk?" I asked nervously.

"No, I just farted. What do you think?" eevee exclaimed. "OK, that's freaky. But still pretty cool. Are you sure I can have him?" I asked Tim.

"I'm begging you to. The little fur ball won't listen to me at all." replied Tim.

"Nice!" I exclaimed.

"What's so nice about it? I just went from one weird kid to another. Say, what's your name, anyway?" asked eevee.

"My name," I firmly said. "My name is Jevon, and I'm going to be the next Pokémon Master!"

"…Well, good luck with that." Eevee sarcastically said.