This is thinking
This is telepathy
"This is speech"
"This is Pokémon speech"
8 years later...
"Today's the day! Today's the day!" sang a young girl, "Oh, I just can't wait!"
The CD-Player was blaring So Yesterday by Hilary Duff on repeat at full volume. The room was the same room from eight years ago, but it had been re-painted a beautiful midnight-blue with dots of white for stars. The crib had been replaced by a four-poster bed with silvery curtains; the bed itself had electric-blue covers and turquoise pillows. The toys on the floor were gone; the floor itself was painted navy-blue. It had a silver 5ft-by-5ft rug on it. The window now had white curtains in it. A black dresser with knobs made of pure silver and a mirror sat by the east wall, close to the north wall but far enough from the bed to not hamper movement. The closet door was on the left side of the dresser, 4ft from the south wall. Both doors were painted a bright turquoise colour, in contrast to the walls, floor, and ceiling. The walls were covered in posters of Dialga, Lugia, .Suicune, Articuno, Palkia, Giratina (both forms), Arceus (Normal, Ice, Water, Dragon, and Grass), Latios, and Reshiram. The CD-Player itself was a very bright sky-blue, the knobs and buttons on it a deep black with white markings.
The 10-year-old girl in question was dancing around, twirling and spinning with supreme grace (those ballet lessons were handy). She had smooth, strait, shoulder-length hair with honey-blonde highlights, and hazel eyes that looked olive green from a distance. She also had smooth, pale, flawless skin. Around her neck she wore a necklace made of pale sky-blue crystals. She was wearing a sky-blue T-shirt with white trim, deep blue tights with pale-blue stitching, and silver socks.
Just then there was a knock at the door. "Crystal? Turn that CD-Player down!" Shouted a male voice from behind the door.
"Okay, Dad!" Crystal yelled back. She walked to the CD-Player and turned it down to a reasonable volume. She looked at the baby-blue-and-white alarm clock on her dresser. It said that the time was 8:00 A.M.
"When will my starter arrive?" she asked as she opened the door.
"It should be here any moment," replied her father: he was 5'11" tall and had short, brown hair; emerald-green eyes; brown skin, and a very hansom build. "Now, turn that thing off and come down for breakfast."
"Alright."
10 minutes later...
Crystal sat down at the dining room table. The table was made out of solid oak and was large enough for a family of eight. It had a red table cloth on it, the plates were made of fine porcelain and the silverware was immaculately polished as always. There were only three chairs. They, too, were made of oak. White oak, to be precise. The solid gold chandelier was the only light fixture. In the east wall was the door that led to the hallway, the door that led to the kitchen was in the west wall. There was a huge floor-to-ceiling window in the south wall. Crystal's bedroom was across the hall and up two flights of stairs. The dining room was painted a plain white. The floor was solid wood. Again, oak.
Her mother, a fine young woman with blonde, shoulder-length hair; chocolate-brown eyes; and pale skin, was finishing her breakfast when she looked up. "Good morning, Crystal! Driving your father crazy with your ear-splittingly loud music again?"
"Yep!" She answered. "Don't know why he can't stand it, though."
"Not everyone likes loud music this early in the morning."
"Guess not." Crystal said as a maid came in.
"Good morning, young Miss DiamondDew! What would you like for breakfast?"
Crystal thought for a moment. "I think I'll have some Oran Berry pancakes with some Cheri Berry syrrup, and some Sitrus Berry juice, please"
"Certainly, Miss." She said, and went back to the kitchen.
After breakfast, Crystal went back up-stairs to her bedroom and opened her closet door. She grabbed her midnight-blue bag with silver-and-white stitching. She then found her black, feather-down jacket which had silver, crystal-shaped embroidery and a steel zipper, and put it in her bag. (Now, unlike the bags and backpacks from our world, as long as it's not like a shopping bag, these bags can carry almost any amount of anything.) She then closed the door and opened her dresser's top, left drawer. Crystal smiled and took out her thin, opaque, baby-blue, elbow-length gloves, and put them on. Then she took out some spare clothes and put them in her bag.
Crystal then raced down-stairs, taking the steps three-at-a-time with ease. She ran to the front door (white oak, with staining) and put on her black running shoes with silver lines on the outward sides and silver laces. Crystal then ran outside.
It was a very sunny day and there were few clouds in the sky. The mailman smiled when he saw her. Crystal slowed down and walked up to him.
"Has my Pokémon arrived?" Crystal asked.
"Yes, it has." He said with a smile, and handed her a Luxury ball.
"Oh, thank you! Okay, come on out!" Crystal called out joyously. She tossed the Luxury ball into the air, and out came a green gecko that had a darker green tail, red belly, and yellow eyes; it was a Treecko. Now, Crystal lived 10 miles south of Twinleaf Town; in the Sinnoh region. But she did not want any of the Sinnoh starters, so she decided to mail-order the Grass-Typed Hoenn starter: Treecko.
The Treecko was obviously male. He also had a twig in his mouth, but Crystal did not mind.
"I think I'll name you... Soullight. How does that sound?" Crystal asked. The Treecko thought for a bit...
"I like it!" said Soullight.
"Well, I'd best be going." said the mailman, and he left.
"C'mon, let's go up to my bedroom. I've got something for you." Crystal said, smiling.
"Very well," Soullight replied. "Will you please tell me your name?"
"Oh! How silly of me to forget! My name is Crystal DiamondDew."
They then went back inside the mansion and went into Crystal's room. Crystal then went to her dresser and got out two things from her dresser's top right drawer. They were two Technical Machines! One was TM10 Hidden Power; the other, TM45 Attract.
"I have been saving these for a long time," Crystal explained. "Now, which one do you want to learn first?"
"Hidden Power," answered Soullight. "I would like to know what Type it is for me."
"Okay!" Crystal then activated the said TM and placed it against the Grass-type's forehead. They heard the strange sound that signalled that it was done.
"Well?" Crystal asked.
"I'll admit, that certainly felt strange," replied Soullight. "All of a sudden, I know how to use Hidden Power!"
"Now for Attract!"
"Oh, alright!" Soullight gave in, sighing.
Crystal activated the other TM and the scene repeated. She then put both TMs into her bag. (The TMs here can be reused, just like in Black and White.)
"Well then, let's go outside and see what you can do," said Crystal. "Oh! And before I forget!"
Crystal opened the pure silver box on the dresser. Inside was a multitude of necklaces made of different colours of crystal. She picked out one with leaf-green crystals (dark green adventurine), and closed the box; which she then put into her bag. Crystal knelt before Soullight.
"The crystal necklace is to be my mark of owning a Pokémon. When this is put around your neck, it will be a sign that you are my Pokémon..." the ten-year-old explained seriously. "Will you put it on?" Crystal asked, handing the necklace to Soullight.
"Yes." Soullight replied, placing it around his neck. Crystal smiled.
"Now let's go outside!" Crystal said, laughing.
At the Hall of Origen...
A huge, navy-blue, quadruped dragon was sound asleep on the navy-blue pile of blankets that served as its bed. It was curled up in a tight 'ball', head on tail. It had been up late last night correcting temporal distortions. The room in which it slept was painted navy-blue with electric-blue streaks to match its occupant's colouring. The doorway was covered by an electric-blue curtain instead of a door, due to the fact that its occupant had a tail.
The dragon in question had a white chest plate with two spikes protruding from it in front of the shoulders and an electric-blue diamond in the center; a crest coming from the back of its head; a flat, silver horn on either side of its head; a white wing-like structure on its rump; three razor-sharp silver claws on each foot, the two outer claws connected at the back by a strip of silver metal; three white plates coming from the back of its neck; a strip of silver metal was between its eyes; a strip of metal across its brow, going from one horn to the other; a strip of silver metal across its lower lip; and electric-blue, diamond-like lines on the sides of its long neck, on top of its head and crest, the sides of its crest under the horns, the sides of its body, the sides of its medium-length tail going all the way to the tip, and on the foreward sides of its legs, as well as the upper back part of its forelegs.
It was sleeping very peacefully. At least. until...
An ear-splitting scream broke the silence, causing the dragon to jolt awake, its blood-red eyes snaping open. Startled, it raised its head, only to have a small green fairy ram into its side, causing it to grunt.
"What's going on?" demanded the dragon, showing the two silver fangs on its bottem jaw.
"Moltres burned me!" cried the green fairy, showing its slightly burnt hand to the dragon.
"It was an accident!" A pale yellow and fiery-red bird with the edges of its wings, as well as its tail, seemingly made of fire flew into the room and landed in front of the dragon. "I just wanted to shake hands, and I forgot that my wings have fire on them and that Celebi is a Grass-Type!"
"It's alright, Celebi," The dragon reasserted the green fairy. "And Moltres, please, for the umpteenth time, do at least try to remember that fire is super-effective to Grass-Types! Honestly, you're worse than Articuno!"
"Alright, Dialga, I'll try." said the fire bird, lowering its head (which had a flame on it) in shame.
"Okay, you two, run along." said Dialga.
"Did we wake you up?" asked Celebi.
"Don't worry; I was getting up anyway." Dialga replied.
"Okay, bye!" said Moltres and Celebi in unison, and they left, Moltres apologizing repededly to Celebi.
Dialga sighed, and got up onto its four feet. This was the seventh time this month alone that Celebi had been burned by Moltres' forgetfulness. Dialga sighed again at that thought. This is getting ridiculous...
Okay I forgot to do this last chapter, so I'd better do it now...
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon! If you think I do, then you obviously have no intelligence!
Okay, now that that's done, let's get started!
Please do have patience, I'm still new at this, so please do not expect much. At least...at first.
Um... Not much for me to say... Also, for those of you who reveiwed, thank you! I didn't even know if this was any good at all, so thanks! Anyway, gotta go! See ya next chapter!