Note: Chapter 1 was a sort of Piliot chapter to see how he story would be taken. Since I received fairly good reviews, I've decided to continue with longer chapters.
Chapter 2
It was all I could do not to grown. The speech was Grandma's history of our family, of which an abridged version was given to new Pokemon Trainers, and the full version to each new Celestic Town Elder.
"Long ago, on a far away mountain called Mt. Silver, there lived a great Dragon Trainer. He was the only Pokemon Trainer ever to successfully train Dragon Pokemon. We do not know his name, and instead call him The Ancestor.
"He trained in the frosted hail of Mt. Silver, until finally, not even that could best his dragon's, or himself. Soon her grew bored for, with his perfect, powerful Pokemon, he no longer had a reason to train. Just when he was thinking of leaving, a young man showed up on the mountain.
"The man spoke of a terrible evil, one that none other could best. The Ancestor smiled, for finally, here was a challenge worthy of his skill. The Ancestor left with the boy, intending to best this evil.
"Though the battles were not easy, there was never a doubt about his victory when he used his unbeatable Dragon Pokemon. But even though he won, he and his Pokemon were left to week, and were taken into the care of a young family at the base of the mountains.
"The Blackthorn family, the ones that took care of him, had a daughter, very near marrying age. The Ancestor took a liking to her, and postponed his departure so as not to leave her. Then one day came, when he knew he had to choose between the Pokemon he loved, and the girl he loved. But the decision was already made for him.
"The girl's father game to The Ancestor. He offered his daughter's hand to him in marriage. The Ancestor gladly excepted. He decided then and there, he would be a protector of the Johto region. He built a house for his wife in a village that would later become Blackthorn City. He taught his children everything he knew about Dragons. To this day, all Dragon Trainers can trace a line back to The Ancestor.
It was my Grandmother's Grandmother who left Blackthorn City for the Sinnoh region. She discovered the ruins of an ancient city near the base of Mt. Coronet that held mythic drawings of legendary Dragons. She founded a small village there, and named it after herself: Celestic. Her children gave up the name Blackthorn and became the Celestes. Since that day, a Celeste has always been the Elder of Celestic Town, and we have continued to spread our knowledge of Dragon lore down to our descendants.
"Cynthia Celeste, today you become a Dragon Trainer, and a full member of the ancient Blackthorn family. I intrust to you this Gible, a Pokemon that has always been our partner Pokemon since we arrived. I hope you will take good care of it."
I held the Pokeball Grandma had placed in my hand reverently. "Go on Cynthia, open it."
"Gible, I choose you." I threw the Pokeball at the ground. It opened up and bounced back into my hand, leaving Gible behind. "Gib Giblllll!" It said, looking at me expectantly. "Of Grandma, she's perfect!"
"I knew you would like her. Cynthia," I looked her in the eye, because I could tell she wanted to say something serious. "You are about to begin an epic journey, one that every great Trainer has gone on, but none of which have been repeated in exactly the same way. No one knows what paths you will take, our where your journey may lead you, but I want you to know, I stand any decisions you make. Now go get ready. You have a long road in front of you, and I don't want you rushing into things your not prepared for." After thanking Grandma, I ran back home.
When I got home, I didn't know what to pack. I didn't want to pack to lightly, but also didn't want to pack more than I could carry. I was finally able to find the happy medium. I filled a small backpack with several pairs of black outfits, a little nonperishable food and some basic supplies. My favorite thing was the inflatable sleeping bag Mom showed me that could be shrunk down to the size of a basketball, but when aired up was warm and comfortable. After that, all that was left was to say my goodbyes.
Most of my friends were a couple months younger than me, and wouldn't be going on their adventure for awhile. My toughest goodbye was with Jasmine, my lifelong best friend.
With everything said that had to be, I found myself standing at the edge of town looking out into the looming fog. There was always fog on Route 210, making it impossible to see five feet in front of you.
Gible stood beside me, because I had decided to let him walk with me for a while. I had been waiting for this for my entire life, but now that it was happening, I was scared. I turned to look at my newest friend. "You ready Gible?"
"Gible," He said, then ran off into the mist. I looked back one last time, then ran off to join him.