The trek is a few miles and will take the greater part of the day. I walked for two hours and found a small cave to rest in. I made a small fire, and laid my backpack on the ground beside. I opened my backpack and removed some berries and a slice of bread. I used a small bowl and a stone to make jam out of the berries. I took a small knife from my satchel and smeared some of the jelly on the slice of bread. I folded the bread and started to eat my sandwich. After I finished it, I started to make another, when I heard a rock get kicked from deeper in the cave. I slowly got up from my spot, a hand on the hilt of my sword. I got ready for whatever came from the darkness, and was shocked when only a small round pebble rolled up to my feet. I looked down at it, let go of my sword, and picked it up. I heard a quiet whine, like a small puppy. I rolled the pebble back into the dark, where I heard it tap against something. I waited for a few seconds, and it came back. This time I rolled it a little more gently. It stopped at the edge of the darkness. I saw a small figure waddle up and pick it up before rolling it back. I decided to sit down on the ground beside the fire, and rolled the pebble a little closer.

The small game of "catch" continued until a small Bagon emerged from the dark. I watched him pick the pebble up, and was just about to roll it back when he noticed me. He stared at me as if I was going to vanish into thin air. I picked up a slice of bread, and the knife. He backed up a little when I grabbled the knife, and I stuck it into the jam. Not once did I look at him, but I knew he was watching everything I was doing. I spread the jelly on a slice of bread and started to eat it. I knew he could smell the jam, and I wondered if he was curious enough to come closer. I finished the slice, and took out another. I glanced in his direction, and noticed he was halfway to me from where he was before.

"Wow he's fast, and quiet. I didn't even hear him move." I thought.

I started to spread jam on another slice, and glanced again. He was only a few feet away. I heard a familiar roll sound as he rolled the pebble to me. I picked it up, looked at him, and smiled. I held out the finished slice of bread, and he slowly waddled over. He kept his eyes on me with each slow step. When he got to me, he grabbed the bread, and jumped back a ways to eat it. I prepared another slice of my own, and was just about to eat it when I felt a tug on my belt. I looked down to see Bagon staring up at me. I sat there about eat the slice I was holding, and I watched his eyes glance from me to my hand and back.

"Ha ha, here you go little guy," I laughed and gave him the other slice.

He ate it so fast, you would swear he hasn't eaten in days. I cleaned the knife off, packed the bread, and was just about to clean the bowl when he grabbed it. The Bagon walked a foot away, and started to help in "cleaning" the bowl. He walked back over, and gave me the bowl covered in Bagon slobber. I looked at him with a crooked smile. He looked up at me, and his smile started to fade, thinking I was mad. My serious mood couldn't hold against his face covered in berry jelly. I started to laugh, and patted him on his head. I used a cloth to wipe the bowl off, then Bagon's face. I replaced both the bowl and cloth in my backpack.

"Alright little guy, I have to get going," I told the Bagon, putting the fire out.

He looked up at me, apparently not understanding that I was leaving. I picked up my backpack, walked to the entrance of the cave, and heard little footsteps following behind. I glanced back to see Bagon following me from the cave.

"Do you want to come with me?" I asked the trailing Bagon.

A big smile came across his face followed by one of his "yipps."

"Okay, you can follow me down the mountain, ready?"

With another happy yipp, we started down the mountain path.

We walked for a few hours, and I looked up to see a front of black clouds moving in.

"That is getting a little close for comfort," I thought.

I looked back to Bagon, who was starting to slow his pace.

"Come on little guy, there is a big storm moving in. We have to make it to the bottom before it hits."

He looked up, and tried to move faster, but was not doing much better. The wind started to pick up, snow started to fall, and fog started to roll in.

"This is not right, there shouldn't be fog up here…"

Suddenly, I heard a roar come from the path in front of us. I stopped, and Bagon bumped into my leg. From the fog came a large figure, much taller than I am. I put a hand on my blade, and a Beartic came forward. I looked at him, and he glared at me.

"We are not here to hurt you, we just need to get to the town below!" I called over the winds.

A roar answered me followed by the Beartic charging at us. I dropped my backpack and jumped to the side, grabbing Bagon along the way. I quickly got back up and Bagon had snapped out of his fatigue. He took a fighting stance between the two of us.

"Bagon don't, you will get seriously hurt!" I called.

He ignored me, and charged straight at the Beartic, head lowered for a headbutt. The Beartic blocked it, and hit him off to the side. Bagon shrugged the hit off, and went in with a bite. Again, Beartic countered the attack, and sent Bagon my direction. I caught him, and laid him on the snow. He was beaten up pretty badly, and slipping into unconsciousness.

"Hang in there buddy!" I called.

I noticed Beartic slowly walking towards us. I drew my blade, and took a defensive stance. I stood in front of the wounded Bagon, prepared for Beartic to attack. It charged forward, claws outward. I held the blade in both hands and threw it up above my head to block the attack. I had my doubts the blade would do anything at all, but I had to try. Beartic's claws met the blade, the force being large enough to sink my boots into the snow an inch. We stayed in the interlocked position, both shocked at the fact the blade blocked the attack. Then I heard something that worried me. I heard what sounded like glass cracking. I looked at the bottom of my blade, and cracks were splitting straight up the blade. Beartic started to put his weight on my blade, and more cracks shattered down the length if it. Beartic cracked a grin, lifted an arm up, and brought it down on the blade.

The blade shattered, I recoiled, and dropped to a knee. The Beartic roared, its claws started glowing, readying an ice punch attack. I held up what was left of my blade, only to be shocked at what I held up. The blade I thought shattered was merely a covering that grew over it with age. The blade shined with a vibrant blue glow. The entire blade looked as if it were blue lava, and the strange oriental frame design that covered it made me curious of its purpose. Strange enough the blade was not sharp, but very dull. The hilt had two holes on the cross, two on the handle, and a large one at the pommel. I was examining the sword so intently I had forgot about the incoming attack. I quickly blocked the incoming ice punch, and a high-pitched ring echoed through the mountains. I watched the blue hue of the blade shift to a more reddish-blue. I countered Beartic's claws, and heard a sizzling noise as I swung. I saw a small amount of steam coming from the blade.

"What is this thing?" I muttered.

Beartic came in with another swing. This time I parried the incoming swing, but instead of just deflecting it, there was a flash of orange, followed by a roar from Beartic. I looked at it, and it had a singe mark on its arm where I parried its attack. I looked again at the blade, and held it above the snow. The snow underneath slowly started to melt.

"An heat sword? What is going on?" I wondered, shocked.

The Beartic backed away, and ran off. The blade changed back to the deep blue it used to be. I placed the sword back into its sheath, and the horrible sound was gone. As the blade clicked into place, the blue light shined through the petrification on the scabbard. The stone cracked and shattered revealing an equally oriental and majestic piece of weaponry. I also noticed a seal on the front with a familiar three claw marks across it. I turned around back to Bagon, who was still lying in the snow. I ran over to him and assessed his wounds. He was in terrible shape.

"I need to get you to a center, don't worry, I will get you to safety."

I grabbed Bagon and ran down the mountain path. The storm started to worsen, visibility was only mere feet, but I ran as fast as I could through it. I ended up slipping down a hill. I stayed on my feet, and surfed down the hill. At the bottom I saw a faint red and white light of the Pokemon Center. I ran as fast as I could toward the small town. When I arrived, I practically broke through the doors.

"What on earth? Those doors are automatic you know," Nurse Joy said with a tone of anger.

"You have to help this Bagon, we were attacked halfway down the mountain," I said with urgency.

"Oh my, Chansey, hurry and get Bagon to urgent care."

A group of Chansey came rushing out with a stretcher, I placed Bagon onto it, and they took off into the ER. I took a seat on a nearby chair, worried about Bagon's condition. A while later nurse Joy came over to where I was sitting.

"Is he yours?" she asked calmly.

"No, I met him in a cave, and he followed me, tried to protect me," I answered.

"Are you a trainer?"

"Not exactly. I just started my journey today. I never planned on being a trainer."

"Then what are you starting a journey for?"

"To find out what happened to my family, a journey for truth."

"With your apparent care for Bagon, you have the heart of a trainer. That's why I thought he was yours."

"I have little knowledge of such, I don't even know where to start."

"I think I have a few extra pokeballs around here somewhere…"

"A trainer… Wait, a team… Could that letter have meant a team of Pokemon?" I thought.

She rummaged around behind her desk, and came back holding three pokeballs.

"Here, these should get you started," she said, giving them to me.

"Thanks, how exactly do I become a trainer?" I asked, taking the pokeballs and attached them to my belt.

I noticed the nurse silently examining my blade. The look on her face when she noticed the seal worried me.

"You said you want to become a trainer on a journey for truth?" she asked finally.

"Yes, why? Where do I start?"

"You need to first acquire what's called a pokedex, a device that tracks any Pokemon you have met and shows your status as a trainer."

"Do you know the closes place I can get one?"

"I do, you have to take a boat to get there. It's a Pokemon lab, where new trainers get a pokedex and a starter Pokemon."

"Okay, I will do that, as soon as Bagon is…" I was cut off by the ding of the ER turning off.

The group of Chansey brought a very happy Bagon out of the ER. He stood up on the stretcher and waved. I waved back and walked over to him.

"Feeling better my little guardian?" I asked.

I was answered by a series of happy noises. I picked him up off the stretcher, and placed him on the floor.

"Be safe little guy."

"You aren't going to take him with you?" the nurse asked.

I was somewhat confused, having no knowledge about how to train or raise Pokemon. I will admit I hesitated, but I could not resist the happy face on Bagon.

"Well buddy, want to go on an adventure with me?"

Bagon jumped up and down, giving happy yipps as he did.

"Now how do these work…" I wondered, examining a pokeball.

"They really didn't teach you much up there did they? Just toss an empty one at a willing or defeated Pokemon," she explained.

I took a pokeball from my belt and rolled it his direction. He picked it up, tapped it on his head, and was beamed inside. The ball fell to the ground, and rolled a few times before stopping. I picked the ball up and let Bagon back out.

"Alright buddy, let's start our adventure!"

"Before you go, here is a map of your destination and a map to the lab from there," nurse Joy said, giving me a few papers.

"Thank you, I will be back around here sometime," I said as I left.

"Farewell, future knight," nurse Joy mumbled.