The entire reason that you are getting another chapter of this is because I feel like it. I really didn't want to write another chapter of this until another one of my stories were finished. So I guess for those of you who like this story (Which is a lot of you judging by the amount of follows and favorites I got on the prologue) you will get the first real chapter now~


Chapter 1: Left behind

Black was always left behind. He sat in the back of the class, he was always labeled as the quiet one, the person who knew the answer but never told it to anyone. No one had ever really tried to become friends with him, but he didn't care. If people were that judgmental, then he didn't want to be their friends. He had only two friends in his life; his sister White and a kid about his age named Cheren.

When he came near people, it seemed to unnerve them. Their conversations would get quieter and some would even stop talking altogether. He never understood this, since his sister was one of the most popular kids in school. He found it very strange how he and his sister could have such different personalities.

He was modest, his sister was not. They knew they had someone famous in their family, but their mother never told them, since she didn't want them getting a big head. It didn't work with White, as she would talk about how cool and popular her family is. He never even spoke highly of himself.

He was quiet, his sister was loud. She would answer any question the teacher asked, even if she didn't have the right answer. She would talk to everyone, no matter who they were, and could be heard from twenty feet away. He almost never answered a question, and rarely ever talked to anyone. His voice was so quiet that you would have to lean in close to hear him clearly.

He was nice, his sister wasn't always so nice. She would walk right past a bully, not report them, not try to stop it, and not even comfort the person who was bullied. She would call people names and complain about other behind their backs. It could have been worse, but she isn't the type who would help someone she didn't know. But he would always help someone, and was never bullied himself. All he had to do was get near a person to unnerve them, so by walking towards someone he could easily frighten them off. He would help them, then walk away like nothing happened. He never gets thanked, only feared.

What many people didn't notice about them however, was their eyes. His sister's eyes were a bright, electric blue. They looked as though you could power a city off of them. He, on the other hand, had cold, icy blue eyes. They looked as though they pierced right into your soul. They both had a spark in their eyes, but his was only hidden under the exterior, a husk of a once bright light.

He sometimes wondered if his mother had named them polar opposites for a reason. His sister was popular, he was unpopular. He was quiet, she was loud. He didn't care about what people thought of him, she woke up an hour early to make herself look presentable. They both wore hats, his red and black, hers white and pink. He was Black, she was White.

No matter what, they would still be best friends.

He didn't always have to be quiet, he could be as loud as his sister if he wanted, but he was only like that at home, since he felt like no one else would care. He walked in between the houses of his small town, his eyes never wavering from his destination.

He was happy for once, though, as the next morning would be the day when he gets his first Pokémon. He still hadn't decided which Pokémon he wanted yet, so he figured that he would get whichever Pokémon was left. He was fine with it, but he sometimes wished he wasn't always the one left behind. He was happy, though, when his sister asked him if he wanted to travel with her.

It would be the first time he ever got to stick with the group, especially since the only four people who were getting Pokémon were his friend Cheren, his sister White, her friend Bianca, and himself.

He opened the door of his house, and contemplated all of it. He wondered why he was chosen to become a Pokémon trainer. He got good grades in school, but it was always his sister who outdid him in everything. He figured that being able to talk to people would be a good thing to have as a skill, which everyone but him seemed to have. He only outdid his sister in one thing, and that was communicating with Pokémon. His sister was good at that to degree, but could only form bonds with Pokémon who matched her personality. He on the other hand, could become friends with any Pokémon almost instantly.

He had many Pokémon friends, he had met most of them in a field trip to Professor Juniper's lab. He would sometimes visit to meet the Pokémon, he would stage battles and play with them. He was friends with almost all the Pokémon at the lab by the time he was eight.

He laid down in his bed, sleep threatening to overtake him, as he remembered one more thing about his journey. He remembered a friend he had, on from back when he was five. He didn't remember much about her, but he remembered her red hair and positive attitude, and how he had met her originally.

She was hurt in the woods, a Pokémon had attacked her when she had come to close to its den. Her leg had a large gash along it, making it hard for her to walk. He found her limp and hurt, crying, as she thought she would die. He remembered getting the help of one of the Pokémon in the forest. He carried her back as she slowly lost consciousness. He remembered that she had moved away a year later, which saddened him greatly. They had made a promise to start their journey together, but that was stopped by her mother deciding it was time to move away from the small town of Nueva Town.

He wondered why he was thinking about that just before his journey, as he hadn't thought of her in years, but right now he didn't care. His body commanded him, and so he complied, to sleep.

As he let the lull off unconsciousness take him, he his thoughts cleared of everything except one question;

What will the goal of his journey be?


He was awakened abruptly by the sound of something slamming into the wall next to his bed. Groaning, he got up to go yell at his sister for waking him up. He got on his favorite black t-shirt and jeans, and made his way over to his sister's room next door to his.

When he got there, he heard a scream though the door, "Oshawott, use tackle!" followed by a loud crash and a girl screaming, "TEPIG NO!"

He then recognized the voices of that of his sister and her friend, Bianca. He wondered why they were yelling Pokémon attacks, when he remembered, Sh*t! Today's the day we get our Pokémon!

While mentally beating himself up over forgetting the most important day of his life, he heard faint talking coming from inside his sister's room.

He opened the door to chew out his sister for not waking him up earlier. The second the door was fully opened, he heard his sister scream, "Oshawott, use tackle!" he then heard Cheren yell, "Dodge it, Snivy!"

Before he could react, a white and blue otter slammed into his head, pushing him out the door and across the hall, effectively knocking him out.


"Uhhhh…." He groaned. He clutched his forehead and looked around him. He was back in his bed, laying down under several sheets. He slowly sat up while trying to recall what had happened. He was woken up by a loud noise. Check. He went to yell at his sister for not waking him up sooner. Check. He got hit in the head by a white and blue otter using tackle. Check.

He grabbed his forehead as it began to hurt again. He waited a few seconds before the pain subsided. He got out of his bed and went to his bathroom to check what his forehead looked like. When he looked in the mirror, he saw a small welt on his head, but nothing time wouldn't fix. He was glad it wasn't permanent.

He slowly walked downstairs, as his head slowly began to stop hurting. When he got to the bottom, he was immediately hugged by his mother.

"I was so worried about you!" she exclaimed, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, mom," he sighed, "but it looks like I won't be getting my Pokémon today…" his eyes were downcast, and very sad. His mother pulled away from the hug.

She then said with a stern voice, "Now, Black, don't look that way around here. I won't have you sad like that anymore. And don't worry about that, the professor wanted to see you personally about giving you a Pokémon in the first place. So hurry up and go meet your new friend, then come back and say goodbye to your mother."

He gave her a slight half-smile, and said, "Thanks mom."

He hugged her again quickly, put on his blue jacket, and walked towards the lab at the edge of Nueva Town. It was small compared to labs from other regions, but it and the Kalos ones were the only ones that had Unova native Pokémon, making it a more well-known one then the one in Littleroot Town.

He walked the streets, and while he did, the sun slowly sank into the west. He saw one or two people along the way, all of them walked away quickly and trying not to look at him. He sighed at that, everyone was so judgmental, they never actually took the time to know someone. He suspected that the main reasons he unnerved people was because of his eyes and his lack of talking.

He finally made it to the lab, and knocked on the door. He waited about five minutes, and was about to knock again, when the door suddenly flew open. On the other side was a male scientist.

"He… llo…," he said, clearly out of breath, "you… must be the one Professor Juniper was talking about?"

Black nodded his head slowly.

"Great, follow me please," he motioned with his hand for Black to follow. They walked towards the back of the lab, where several Pokéballs were sitting on a table. Three out of the four on the table were empty. "Right here are the Pokéballs that originally held the Pokémon your friends got earlier."

Black nodded.

"This last one, as you see, is the Pokémon the professor wanted you specifically to get. She put a note in the box that held the Pokémon, Snivy, Tepig, and Oshawott, telling your sister not to wake you up until they had all picked their Pokémon. That would make it so you were forced to take the one that she 'forgot' to put in the box as well. Unfortunately, we didn't expect you to get knocked out before you got here. So your sister ruined our main plan quite a bit. But alas, you know the old saying, 'never work with children or Pokémon'."

Does this idiot know that he is working in a Pokémon lab that gives out Pokémon to children once a year to start out their journey? He thought, and of course he didn't say it out loud, but simply nodded instead.

"Anyway, she wanted you to have this Pokémon, as she thinks you are the only person who can control it. Why don't you release him and meet him for yourself."

Black nodded and grabbed the Pokéball off the table. It was a strange feeling for him to hold a Pokéball, but it almost felt, natural. The Pokéball was different from normal Pokéballs, as it had a flame on the front. He found it odd, but none the less, he released the Pokémon onto the table. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw the Pokémon before him. It was a small, insect like Pokémon, with some kind of white fluff where its head is, and five, fire-like horns sticking out. He could see a sliver of dark grey under his fluff, and cold, icy blue eyes. Just like his.

"Larvesta, the torch Pokémon. It is said to be born from the sun, and when it evolves, its entire body is engulfed in flames." The scientist said as Black brought his head down level with the Pokémon. The scientist didn't even notice as he continued on, "He is the first evolved form of Volcarona. A bug-fire type, the only one out there. It was bred from the champion Alder's Volcarona itself."

Black smiled at the Pokémon, starling it, but it regained its composure quickly, and softly growled. Black then reached out and started petting its head, making its growl turn into a purr. He wasn't paying much attention to the scientist, who was now rambling on about all its different attacks. Black motioned to his shoulder, and Larvesta jumped on. Black then turned to the scientist and said, "As informative as this lecture is, is there anything else you want to tell me about my journey before I leave?"

The scientist stopped his lecture, startled by Black's sudden outburst, since he had yet to speak since he had entered the lab. Then, quickly regaining his composure, said, "Oh, yes, the professor also asked me to give this to you," he held out a red and black rectangular device about the size of a large cell phone.

"This is a Pokédex, it stores all data on any Pokémon that you capture. She has asked you to try to complete it for her. Also," he said, as he gave the Pokédex to Black and pulled out two more things from his pockets. One was a small case about the size of his hand, and the other was a card not much bigger.

"This is your badge case for your badges when you defeat gym leaders," he said, giving the case to him, "and this is your trainer card. On it is a picture of you, all of your stats since becoming a Pokémon trainer, your personal credit card, a free access pass to a Pokémon center, and your own ID. So don't lose it. Just sign in the white space on the back, and you're good to go," he gave Black the card and a pen. He quickly signed his name and gave back the pen.

"I must say, that was extremely fast, none of us have ever been able to go near, let alone touch, that Pokémon since it first hatched. How, if I may ask, did you tame it so easily?"

Black just shrugged his shoulders.

"Please, you must know!" he exclaimed, reaching out to touch the Larvesta, only to have a small flame nearly burn his hand. "Okay, so maybe tame is the wrong word," he said, making a face at the Pokémon, "I think it just happens to like you."

Black smiled at his new Pokémon sitting on his shoulder, and waved his hand goodbye as he left the lab.


It was dark by the time he got back to his house. He opened the door, and found his mother waiting patiently in his living room. He walked up to her, smiling, with his new Pokémon on his shoulder.

"Hello Black, how was it?" asked his mom.

He smiled.

"Good! That Pokémon doesn't look like a normal starter that we saw in the pamphlet, right?"

"Mom, meet Larvesta, Larvesta, mom." Black said.

"Oh my! That is a rare Pokémon. But it seems you to get along great! Hi Larvesta!" she said while holding her hand out to pet it. It blew a small flame at her hand, telling her to back off. "Why doesn't he like me?" she asked, a slight frown on her face.

"He doesn't like people much" said Black.

"Oh, so I guess that's one reason you like each other. You both have something in common!"

He gave her a smirk and said, "I'd better get going, see you mom"

"Wait," she said, stopping him, "You almost forgot this," she said, holding up his black and red X-transceiver. He smiled and grabbed it from her. He turned to leave again, when she stopped him again. "Wait, Black, can you do one little thing for me? Can you catch up with White and give her this?" she said holding up a pink and white X-transceiver.

He sighed, and nodded his head.

"Thanks Black! Now don't get into trouble while you're out there. And don't go hunting down an evil organization like your grandmother did!" she quickly covered her mouth after saying that.

He looked at her confused, but the look in her eyes told him she didn't want to talk about it. So he smiled, gave her a quick hug, and said, "Bye, mom!" and left the house.


He walked to the edge of town, where it led to a path. He looked at the sign next to the path, which said 'Route One'.

He sighed, and said, "Left behind again." He gave his new Pokémon a rueful smile, and scratched its neck. His Pokémon gave off a purr like sound, and rubbed up against his neck. "Don't worry, we'll catch up with them soon... I hope. You know, I never did think of a name for you, did I?"

His Pokémon gave him a confused look.

"I think I'll name you… Nova. A powerful name for a powerful fire type. Like the flames of the sun. Do you like it?" Black asked.

His Pokémon nodded its head.

"Well, let's get going, we've got a long time to travel, and I want to get to the next town before dawn." He said looking up at the moon, half of its way to the peak of the sky.

He took one more glance back at his home town. He took a deep breath, and took his first step down the first route of his journey.


So, like I said before, this is a chapter I put up, only because I felt like it, so don't expect another chapter until one of my other stories have finished. Anyway, review, follow, favorite, any of those would be appreciated. So, goodbye for now, Son of The Herobrine, OUT!