The Dragon Catcher
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A/N: 'Ere is Chappy 2, maties! Short and 'orrible!
First Impressions
The Warden flew Drake and I to Pallet on his Pidgeot. Years and years ago, when he first found me, he had told old Prof. Oak about me. The professor was greatly intrigued. After all, I was a child who had been raised among Pokemon! This was a great discovery for the studies of the bond between Pokemon and human.
When Prof. Oak first heard of me, he had immediately offered to equip me with everything I would need when I began my Pokemon journey.
The Warden was acting on that agreement now. We were going to Pallet, Drake and I! We were going to begin our journey!
The dear professor, however, had not known that I would already have a Pokemon. When Drake and I reached the Professor, he was holding a glaring young Horsea in his hands.
Drake had been floating behind the Warden's Pidgeot. The professor did not, could not, see him. So he began his speech.
"Young Noperad, you are about to begin your Pokemon journey. Dangers await you, but if you carefully raise this young Horsea and catch many others, you will be able to beat them all. I have faith in you to complete this Pokedex. With time, this Pokedex should have all the entries of Kanto in it. As technology grows more advanced, however, more Pokemon are found. I believe you can do it though. Take this young Horsea, and embark on your journey! Good--"
The professor stopped. He had finally seen the young Dragonair that was floating in the air behind me.
"W-w-what?" he sputtered. "A Dragonair? In Pallet?"
"My childhood buddy and current friend." I explained. "Professor, meet Drake, the strongest Dragonair in the Safari Zone. Drake, this is Prof. Oak, the best known Pokemon Prof. in the world."
"In Dratini, please?"
"Urgh...Prof. Oak, best known Pokemon Prof. in the world. Start learning Human already Drake!"
"Sure...in a few years."
The professor was highly confused by this exchange. "Hello, Drake?" he asked the Dragonair. "Um...pleased to meet you?"
Drake shot me a quizzical look. I translated.
"Heya old man!" Drake said, tilting his head in a comical fashion. "How many years do you have left in you?"
"What did he say?" asked the professor.
"You don't want to know."