A Journey Begins
Today is a very special day for Philip Chris, the oldest of the sibling's that are triplet's, is going on a pokemon journey. Birds are chirping in the small town of Pin Cherry in the Morta region. The sun is rising over the mountainous region of the small town, a beam of light finds it way through the curtains of Phil's room and lands right on his face. Phil wakes up with a jolt, with his curly dark brown hair in a mess and drool on the side of his face. He hears footsteps coming up the stairs but they suddenly stop, he hears a familiar voice.
"Philip honey, are you awake yet today is the big day?" His mother cried out.
"Yeah, I just woke up," he replied in a raspy voice, while wiping the crud away from his eyes with his hands.
"Oh honey you might want to get that checked out," she jokes. "Breakfast will be ready soon dear, oh this is so exciting my last child going on a journey I"m going to be one lonely women," she narrates as she's going back down the stairs.
Phil clears his throat as he gets out of bed. He sluggishly walks to the window that is a few steps from his bed. He pulls back the curtains, his face flinches at the sudden burst of sun light in his dark hazy room. Phil walks back to his bed and sits on it, while looking out the window letting his amber brown eyes adjust to the sun light. He notices the the reddish brown roofs of the houses in his town, the different wild flying type pokemon soaring in the sky, the lushes green forest that surround his town, and the mountains in the far background. Phil contemplates about the past he had as a young child, playing with his brother and sister. Seeing his mother playing with them and laughing with eating with them. Many good memories flowed through his brain, but many bad ones also came to mind ones that dealt with pain and crying pushing him to his mental limits. A tear falls on Phil's hand and noticed that he was crying, he quickly wipes his face and walks over to his closet. He grabs a towel off the top self and opens the door from his room and walks down the hall to the bathroom.
"Man today is really the day i start my journey," he thought to himself. "I can't even begin to choose who I want as my partner. That's one of unique things about the Morta region, you can choose any pokemon from any region, I can't wait!"
Phil opens the door to the bathroom, the cold tiles that he steps on sends a shiver up his spine. He flips up the toilet seat to relieve himself. He flushes the toilet and put the seats back down and tosses the towel on the toilet, he turns to the shower and opens the hatch, and turns the water on to the right temperature he wants it, nice and hot, in fact it was hot enough that the whole bathroom got steam up. He undresses throwing his white t-shirt and shorts and underwear on the floor, and hops in the shower. He starts to wash his brown skin and dark brown hair singing one of his favorite childhood songs.
"I want to be the very best, like no one ever was."
He finishes singing the song and rinses off his soapy body, and turns off the water. He opens the hatch and grabs his towel and dries himself off, then wraps the towel around his waist. He steps out of the shower and walks over to the sink and above it is the medicine cabinet. He draws some stick figure people on the mirror and opens the cabinet to get his tooth brush, which some how got push behind a bunch of old medicine pill bottles and a box of band aides. He goes one shelf above that and grabs the tooth paste and brushes his teeth. When finished, he grabs his cloths off the floor and walks back into his room and shuts the door, he goes into his closet and tosses his cloths on the floor then grabs a backpack and flings it across the room on to his bed. Phil walks to his dresser which is right next to his bed and takes out some cloths and gets dressed. Then he packs some cloths into his backpack for his journey. He grabs his favorite pair of sneakers from under his bed and puts them on, he grabs his backpack and he walks toward his door looking back into his room knowing that it would be a very long time before he returned. Phil then headed down stairs in his special way by sitting on the arm post and sliding all the way down.
"Honey how many times have i told you not to do that?" His mother scolded, " but since today is your last day here I let it slide."
"Oh thank you mom, you know I love you," he replied
"Yes dear i know, now hurry up and eat your food or else your going to be late."
"Yes ma'am."
Phil sit at the table in the kitchen, and starts eating his breakfast which consisted of cereal, toast, a couple of oran berries, and pecha juice. Phil's listening to the tv in the living room, by the annoying sounds and stupid questions being asked Phil knew it was one of the tv game shows his mother loved watching. He looks back at his mother who's in the kitchen putting away dishes, he notices that the plate in her left youthful hand is shaking uncontrollably, she loses her grip on it and the plates smashes as it hit the tile floor. Phil jumps up from the table and headed towards his mother.
"You ok mom?" He asked.
"Yes I'm fine," she replied. "I need to stop being so clumsy, because if I don't I won't have anymore dishes left," she chuckled.
"Stay there mom I"ll get the dust pan and broom, you don't have shoes on so I don't want you to cut yourself."
Phil walks to the stairway closet and pulls out the dust pan and broom. He heads back to the kitchen and starts sweeping up the porcelain shards of the the broken plate.
"You remind me so much of your father," his mother started, "so kind, loving and caring.
"Really?" He question, as he swept the shards onto the pan and tossed them into the trash.
He sets the broom and dust pan down by the trash can. He walks back to his mother, and gently takes her mothers hand and guides to the table where he is still eating breakfast.
"Come on you should take a break don't push yourself," he said. "Mom?" He asked, after devouring the piece of toast. "What was dad like?"
"Well, your father was a brilliant trainer. For him battling was like second nature to him, he and his pokemon were one, nothing could tear their bond apart. With that bond he managed to beat every pokemon league, and even became the champion for a time. He truly an amazing man." She said, her eyes filling with tears.
"What happen to him."
"Well, one day he was challenged by a very young trainer. This battle was very different from the others, his title was on the line. At first it seemed like your father had one it, but suddenly the tables turned and suffered a crushing defeat. Heart broken by the outcome he vanished without a trace. That was the last time I heard about your father."
"Thanks mom for telling me that." As he reaches for the oran berries and packs them away in his backpack.
He stacks all his empty dishes in his bowl and walks over to the kitchen sinks and places them in it. He turns back around seeing his mother standing in the door way between the kitchen and den holding something in her two stretched out hands. He gets closer to see what it is and he recognizes it, its a chained wallet that his father gave him on his 9th birthday. He remembers giving it to his mother for keep sake because he didn't want to use it before he went on his journey. Phil look at his mothers emerald green eyes and smiles at her. He walks toward her and takes the wallet out of her hands and hugs her, then gently kisses her forehead through her brunet hair.
"Thank you for doing so much for me mom for these past 17 years," he stated.
"No Philip, thank you for all your help i wouldn't know what I would have done without you," she replied, as tears start falling from her face.
Phil grabs his backpack and his mom walks him to the front door, he opens it but before stepping out he turns around and embraces his mother one last time.
"I love you mom." As he hugs her.
"I love you to." As she hugs back, "now don't forget Professor Cotton's lab is just beyond the green forest."
"Yes, thank you for reminding me."
He steps off the porch waving goodbye to his mother, as he walks on into the vast green forest. After walking through the forest for a bit, Phil decides to take a brake in the shade of a near by tree. He makes himself comfy at the base of the tree.
"Man the smell of this forest is so pleasant," he thought to himself, while pulling out an oran berry from his backpack. "The pine, evergreen, and willow trees make it so enjoyable, there so many bug type pokemon too, so far I've seen Spinarak, Wumple, and Ladyba."
A gentle breeze passes through, bringing a hoard of Hoppip and Skiploom making it seem like they're singing and dancing in mid air, Phil chuckles at this amazing phenomenon as he takes another bite of his oran berry. All of a sudden, he heard a noise that sounded a bit like crying. He grabs his things and try's to figure out where the crying is coming from. After a bit of searching he found the source of the noise. It was a newly hatched Heracross crying out to its dead mother lying right beside it.
"Hera, Heracross," it cried.
Upon seeing this Phil falls to his knees and starts to tear up.
"My journey has truly begun."
