OLDALE TOWN - HOENN | 2053
I walk into Oldale town, through the gates, and am confronted with a large, main road. Lots of colourful cars travel along them, and many citizens walks on the pavement. I walk down the main road, looking for a place to stay. I come across a main square, with a small flowerbed surrounded by many other flowerbeds. Reading the sign, it says "Where things start out scarce".
Well, this bustling town is no longer scarce, that's for sure.
Crossing the road, I walk into a small cafe, situated on the egde of the main road. A large sign, coloured in a pale purple, hangs above the entrance. On the sign, it says "Mienshaos Meals", with a small, cartoon sketch of a Mienshao eating some Pokéblocks.
As I stroll into the Café, a strong stench of Pokéblocks slaps my nose. I'll have to get ued to that smell, as I will be smelling it a lot more now! The walls are painted in a pale pink and purple, and the carpet is a shade of white, which is easy on the eyes. Many tables sit around the edges, and many customers sit there with their Pokémon.
I walk leisurely to the counter.
"Hi, I'd like to order some Pokéblocks." I smile at the cashier. She beckons for my Pokéball. Handing them to her, I begin to grow nervous as to what she plans to do with it. She places it in a machine, and the machine begins to scan the Pokéballs. A screen by the counter comes to life, and it reads the amount of nutrition that my Skorupi and Zigzagoon need. She then taps some numbers on the till, and passes the Pokéballs back to me.
"That will be.. 10 Pokédollars." She says, monotonely. I pass her some notes, and take the food. I sit down in the corner seat, and let out Skorupi and Zigzagoon. They begin to munch on their Pokéblocks. They don't seem to enjoy it much, but it does seem healthy.
I take some time to write in my journal about my journey so far, and about all the people I have met. There aren't many people, though, and I don't even know the name of that other girl from Route 101.
I spot a suspicous woman, dressed in a black leather jacket, a black short skirt and some black tights. She is dressed all in black, but her eyes are an emerald green. She is eyeing a small, pink Pokémon that is eating some food on the table next to her. The Pokémons trainer seems to be stroking it. However, the suspicous girl, who I nickname 'Emerald', snatches the Pokémon, and darts out the shop!
"Skitty!" the old trainer calls out. He struggles to stand up. I have to help him!
"Don't worry, I'll help get your Pokémon back!" I say encouragingly. I return Skorupi and Zigzagoon, and rush out of the shop. I look around the busy street, and see a woman get pushed over up the street. That's my best bet at where Emerald has run off to.
I push through the crowds, Pokéballs in hand, and race after the thug. I skid around the corner, and realise that the thug is running up a fire escape of the nearby building! The Skitty is squirming relentlessly, and manages to break free from the thugs iron grip. But the Skitty slips, and falls off the fire escape!
A blur of pink falls down 2 stories, and bounces on the canopy below. Screaming can be heard from across the street, as they spot the Skitty falling. I race to catch the Skitty, but...
A tall man with light blue hair gets there before me, and catches the Pokémon in distress. The citizens all begin clapping for the man. I sigh in dissapointment, and the tall blue haired man notices this. He pats me on the back. He passes the Skitty to me, and I hold it in my arms.
"You did well, today." The man says. I look at him confusingly. He towers above me.
"Mr. Stone! Mr. Stone! Over here please!" A man with a camera shouts. The tall man smiles. Whilst I smile, it doesnt look very convincing. "I can see it now! Hoenn Champion rescues Skitty whilst 10 year old watches!" He says.
Steven stares angrily at the camera man.
"No. This boy was going to save this Skitty aswell, but I just got there first. Does it really matter, anyway?" Steven growls, slightly. I take a longer look at him. It is incredibly obvious that his hair was a lot brighter in his middle ages, but it is now a much lighter shade, verging on white.
"Say, whats your name?" He asks me, kindly. Looking into his eyes, I can tell that he is someone I can trust with my life.
"Felix Amber.." I say, looking worridly at him. Steven lets out a short gasp.
"You're Carlo's son?" He asks me. I nod.
It then clicks in my brain. If Steven Stone is the champion, then he must know my Dad! My Dad also mentioned making some exceptions with the champion of Hoenn, so Steven must of been able to give me my Skorupi!
As Steven begins to speak, someone screams up ahead.