Emory: Hi there! Glad to see your still reading!
Zena: Yup!
Emory: Well, anyways, last time on Quantum chronicles: Me and my sister; Zena's house got burned down by a new crime syndicate: Team Quantum.
Zena: And after, a kind nurse gave us an Electrike and money so we can go off on a journey around Destro and whip team Quantum's asses.
Emory: Language Zena!
Zena: Sorry...
Chapter 2: Beginnings
"Done!" Zena exclaimed.
Emory let out a sigh of relief, Zena had spent about an hour choosing clothes, while Emory took about five minutes.
Emory's new clothes were a blue unzipped raincoat, with a pokéball on the right shoulder, underneath the raincoat was a yellow t-shirt, and he was wearing jeans with brown trainers. And Zena had bought a white dress, with a red jumper over the top and a beige handbag.
After leaving the clothes shop, Emory sent out his Electrike, the lightning pokémon barked with joy at being sent out of the capsule he had been trapped in for just under an hour.
"Lets go!" Zena said, pointing out of the town they were in, Comienzo town, toward a gate to the west of the city.
Emory frowned and pulled out a map, "West of Comienzo town is Schnarchen town, and the annual sleep festival is going to be held there in a couple of days..."
"Yes!" exclaimed Zena, "Please?"
Emory grinned, "Ok, let's to Schnarchen town then."
"Yay!" Zena cheered before running off ahead. "Bet you can't catch me!" she taunted Emory.
"Be careful Zena!" Emory sighed.
Zena let out a screech as she ran into a brown haired young man, which knocked both of them onto the floor.
"Oh my Arceus Zena" Emory yelled, "Look where your going! Sorry about that," he then said to the man.
"No worries," the man replied, before looking at Electrike, "Hey, are you a trainer?"
"Err, yes," Emory said confused, "But I'm just starting off, so I'm not really prepared for a battle..."
"Oh, no" the man smiled, "I wasn't challenging you to a battle, I would definitely thrash you!"
"Um, then why did you ask?"
"I have something I wanted to give to a trainer," the man grinned, pulling out a red small device out of his red jacket.
The man then got up and brushed dirt off his jeans with his free and and handed the small red machine to Emory.
"What is it?" said Emory, examining the device.
"A Pokédex!" the man exclaimed, "As the champion of the region, I-"
"Wait, your the champion!?" Zena butted in.
"Zena, it's rude to interrupt people," Emory scolded.
"Err... Yes I am the champion." Mickey said, ignoring Emory's statement.
"Wow..." Zena said, "I am SO sorry for running into you..."
"No, no, Its fine, I met your brother so now I can get this thing off my back!" the man laughed, "As I was saying, as the Destro champion, it's my responsibility to fill a Pokédex for professor Oak so he knows the pokémon that live in this region, but I really can't be asked, and it might be useful in your travels."
"But in other regions a professor hands a Pokédex and a starter pokémon to a ten year old, who then goes round the region," Emory noted.
"But Destro doesn't have a professor," the champion sighed.
"Why?" Emory frowned.
"I have no idea!" the champion laughed, "Probably the because the government wants it to be that way!"
Then there was the sound of a phone ringing, making the champion look at an Xtransceiver on his left wrist.
"Hello?" he said, looking down at the small device, made in Unova.
"Hello Mickey," a woman's voice said, "There is currently someone causing a fuss in Sonolento town, near the cave of Dreams, can you check it out?"
"Sure," the champion, apparently called Mickey, said, "I'll go check it out!" before hanging up.
"So much responsibility as the champion!" Mickey complained, "Go, Archeops!"
A rainbow colored bird like pokémon burst out its pokéball, "Arch, archeops!" it said to Mickey.
"Let's go to Sonolento, Archeops!" Mickey replied, before hopping onto Archeops, "Bye Emory and Zena, I'm sure we'll meet again!"
"Bye Mickey!" Zena and Emory called after the champion, before he went out of view.
"Catch that one!" Zena exclaimed, "And that one and that one!"
Emory and his annoying little sister were walking through the colorful route one, and Zena wanted Emory to catch every pokémon that crossed their path.
"ZENA!" Emory snapped, "I only have three pokéballs! I'm not catching every pokémon that I see, lets catch at MOST one pokémon per route."
Zena's reply was a saddened sigh.
"Wait, is that a turtwig?" Emory gasped, seeing a small tortoise pokémon with a small tree sapling on its head.
"Catch it?" Zena said hopefully.
"I was intending to!" Emory smiled, "Electrike, use thunder wave on that turtwig!"
Emory's first pokémon launched towards the turtwig, who was standing by a rose bush, shooting a yellow beam at the tiny leaf pokémon, making it cringe, with small bolts of electricity surrounding it. Turtwig then attempted to retaliate, but wasn't able to move.
"What happened?" Zena frowned.
"Paralysis, if a pokémon is paralyzed, it is slowed and sometimes will be unable to attack," Emory replied, a devious smile on his face, "Ok, Electrike, tackle!"
The small green and yellow pokémon charged at the Turtwig again, this time knocking it backwards, the Turtwig managed to retaliate with a tackle, but being slowed it didn't manage to hit Emory's pokémon.
"Tackle one more time!" Emory commanded.
The lightning pokémon charged at its opponent yet again, knocking it back into a tree.
"Pokéball, go!" Emory exclaimed, throwing the red and white ball at the turtwig, sucking it inside with a red beam.
The pokéball rocked on the ground for a few seconds, before clicking, supposedly signifying a successful capture.
"Yes!" Zena yelled running over to the pokéball, "Turtwig, come on out!"
"Since when did you get to send out MY pokémon?" Emory frowned.
"Turtwig!" came a voice from below.
"Hey Turtwig!" Zena smiled, bending over to greet her brother's new pokémon.
"Tur! Turtwig!" The tiny leaf pokémon replied with a smile, before deciding to latch itself onto Zena's head.
"Get it off!" Zena cried.
"Turtwig, return!" sighed Emory, using the pokémon's pokéball to call it back.
"Thanks bro," Zena said, "And make sure it doesn't do it again!"
"Ok..." Emory sighed, "But you were the one who sent it out..."
"So its my fault?" Zena fumed, before walking off down the route.
