Chapter 1- How much for the Farfetch'd in the window
The sun began to set slowly over Johto creating the dim, iridecesent feel that all the natives here loved. The breeze swept inside my home, flipping my hair up. The buzz of the magneton shot through the dusk. The waves swept upon the beaches exposing the wooper buried upon the shore. Deep in the water you could see the faint glow of the newly hatched chinchou. I wish I could say that Johto was at peace with the world but it might just be the furthest thing from that. I was originally from Kanto where Team Rocket had their base of operations but they rarely got anything done. I know everywhere in the world there is evil, but in Johto it just seems to be stronger. Team Rocket also conducts missions here, way worse then their missions in Kanto. There was a rumor that they used to cut the tails of slowpokes, something that I never wished to believe but seems true enough. Everyday ample stores are robbed of poke balls and potions. Another rumor was they forced a magikarp into evolving prematurely causing the gyrados to be twice as fierce as normal ones. The worst of the rumors is they actually force pokemon into slavery. Electrodes are used to power machines, Machokes do physical labor. Always to the point of exhaustion.
A freezing sensation rubbed against my leg. Much too cold to be from the breeze. "Glacceee" our family pet said. It was our glaceon, Sophie. It's actually my mom's but it became more of a family pet after my mom stopped her travels to take care of us. She had caught it as an eevee and she had originally wanted a espeon except it evolved in the icy cave before it hit max happiness. At this point glaceons were almost unheard of in Johto so my mom actually was pretty impressed by it. She also had a politoed that was practically her best friend. My dad was more of a pokemon trainer though. Over his years he managed to get his hands on a luxray and a gallade. He had other pokemon as well but they'd either passed away or are with his professor. I had two younger brothers as well. Christian and Zach were the same as me and were to young to start collecting pokemon.
I was watching the video I had received from professor Elm. It was explaining how my journey was going to begin. "To start your pokemon journey, you can receive one of these 3 pokemon." the video showed a poke ball open up. A red stream of light cam out as a Chikorita. The professor had explained what a chikorita was. I had no need for the explanations. I knew. The film showed my second choice. "Cyndaquil the fire mouse pokemon" I said simunteanuolsy with the video. Neither of those 2 perked my interest. SMASH! I turned around in shock. A pokemon had just ran into my window. It must have been a flying type. A light green stick was left there. I opened the window to investigate the stick. My fingers ran across the smooth edges of the leek when all of a sudden I was attacked. "FETCHD FETCHD FETCHD" the ferocious pokemon said pecking at my head. It grabbed the leek and ran out the window. I looked in the mirror. I had a cut running down from my eye to my cheek bone. "What the hell was that about" I screamed out the window but the pokemon was long gone.
"Totodile" the video said. This was the one I was waiting for. "totodile spends a lot of time relaxing but when it comes down to it they can be very competitive. They evolve into Croconaw and finally into Feraligatr" The video had spelled Feraligator wrong, must have been some sort of typo. I had always wanted a totodile. Tomorrow that dream might just be a reality. I shut off the video. It was getting late and I had to be ready for my big day. Right as I got into bed my mom came in the room.
"Since after you get your pokemon tomorrow you are going off on your journey, I just wanted to make sure I could get you a good bye present before you leave,". Her tears were pouring out as she took out a container. Inside of the container was a tan colored egg. "My politoed had an egg but instead of hatching it for a poliwrath I decided to put it in the egg swap, so technically this could hatch to be any pokemon in the world." What an amazing gift. I had my first pokemon…almost. She got a tissue and wiped the tears out of her eyes, when suddenly her jaw dropped. The tears prevented her from getting a good look at me, so she had finally noticed my scar. "Oh my god what happened to you" she screamed. "Don't ask me a random pokemon came into my window and attacked me" I laughed. She pulled the usual mom freak-out and used anti bacterial spray and band aids for a cut that truly wasn't that big. After all that was over I began to go to sleep…or at least try!
