AN: Hello Everyone! It's been absolutely ages since I last posted anything on here, and I apologize for the lack of activity on this profile. I had been having trouble thinking of a story concept that I enjoyed, and when I came up with something, it never stuck. In the last few weeks, I have been thinking of new ideas for something I think I would like to write, that I also feel like I will be able to stick with. I eventually remembered my first story I posted, which only got a few chapters out before I stopped writing for it. I personally believe that the issue was how many plot holes and cringy things were in it. I was just starting writing then, so I wasn't very good. Looking back, I think I can do a lot better now, and get far more chapters out to you guys this time around. On that note, I'll explain a bit about the story. This will be a rewrite/reimagining of my first story I ever posted on this site. This story also borrows reborn concepts from Srgemen's "A Little Night Music." I was not able to reask for permission this time around, seeing as the author of that story appears to have left the platform entirely, but hopefully if he sees this, he won't mind me using some of his mechanics. On that note I think it's time I let you guys get into the story, so until next time, make sure to give this story a review and let me know what you think of it! Happy reading!

The Reborn Chronicles

Chapter 1

Hello, my name is Faith Anderson. Well, more accurately, that was my name before everything got crazy. Now I go by Fern, but we'll get to that later. For now, let me tell you a bit about myself.

I grew up in Nuvema Town, a small and quiet town located in the southeastern corner of the Unova region. Nuvema Town was known mostly for it's close tie to nature, along with the fact that the regional professor, Professor Juniper, ran her laboratory there. From there, new trainers could receive their Pokemon license, as well as be gifted their first Pokemon. This is where I come into the picture, and where my story begins.

'I did it! I finally passed the trainer's qualification exam!' I looked down at the small card I had been given by the regional professor, Professor Juniper, about half an hour ago, and read the top of the card for what seemed like, and probably was, the thousandth time since I had gotten it.

"Faith Anderson Trainer Rank: Rookie"

I still couldn't believe it was finally happening. I had wanted to become a Pokemon trainer ever since I saw Cynthia, the current champion of Sinnoh, defeat the former champion and become the youngest regional champion in history at 19 years of age. I had only been six at the time, and had watched the match with my parents live on television. Cynthia had only lost four Pokemon in the battle, and I had been amazed by how powerful her Pokemon were. From that day forward, I had wanted to become a trainer and one day challenge her to a battle where we could stand on even ground.

I was pushed from my daydreams by the sound of the door to the testing room opening. Out of it walked Professor Juniper and my childhood friend Darrel Lewis. We had met back in kindergarten, and had been close friends ever since. Darrel could have left on his journey last year, but he had insisted on not choosing one of the typical starters. Darrel had always wanted to hatch his starter himself, feeling that it would allow him to form a closer bond with it. While I personally was planning on picking a Snivy for years, and even had gotten it reserved by the Professor, I respected his dedication to his soon to be Pokemon. Not just anyone would wait a whole year longer than they had to just so they could have a more personal starter.

"Im happy to say that you passed the qualification exam with a near perfect score!" Professor Juniper said with a kind smile. She then pulled a card out of a drawer on a nearby table and handed it to Darrel. "Here's your trainer card. It will serve as your identification during your journey."

As Darrel admired his snazzy new piece of plastic, Professor Juniper walked over to a small machine and pulled out Darrel's egg. The egg had been glowing over the last few days, which was a sign that it was almost ready to hatch, so she had done a full examination of it while Darrel took his exam to make sure it was healthy and to try to get an estimate of when it would hatch.

Professor Juniper gently placed the egg into an incubator with a pokeball on top, and handed it to Darrel. "Your egg is in perfect condition. It is extremely close to hatching, probably within the next forty-eight hours, so be sure you set up a safe place for it to do so as soon as you get home, if you haven't already."

Darrel gave a relieved smile as he glanced at the egg in his arms. "That's good to hear, Professor. I'm sure whatever it ends up hatching into will be the best partner I could ever hope for."

Juniper gave a small wave as I walked over to her. "Thanks for waiting, Faith. I'm happy to inform you that the Snivy you reserved is in perfect health, and will be ready for you to pick up in a few days. She seems excited to travel, and I'm sure that you will be a great trainer for her."

"Thank you, Professor, I can't wait to begin!" Juniper gave me a smile, before looking at her watch.

"Oh, I need to be going! I have to go pick up a delivery from the pokemart. Have a good day, and good luck!" She put on a thin jacket and waved as she exited the lab. Darrel and I turned to each other, and grinned.

"Well, we finally did it. We are both officially trainers!" I said giddily.

Darrel gave me a smirk. "Yeah, we are! We'll have a battle as soon as you get your Snivy, deal?"

I smirked back. "You're on!"

Darrel's egg gave out another flash, more violently this time. It lingered for a few seconds before dimming down again. He quickly got to his feet and walked towards the door, before looking back to me. "I need to hurry home and get this egg ready for when it hatches! I'll see you next week, Faith!"

I gave him a thumbs up and a smile. "See you then!"

He gave one last wave before walking out the door. Grabbing my jacket off of the rack next to the door, I followed only a few minutes later. As I stepped out of the lab, I was instantly assaulted by the chill of the breeze. Winter had come and gone, but there were still a few weeks to go before it truly began to warm into spring. I unhooked my bike from the bike rack in front of the lab, and began making my way home.

Nuvema Town may be a smaller town in terms of Unova, but it still took quite a while to get around. My house is located around a half hour from the lab when I use my bike for transportation. I never minded the trip, though. I had been to the lab several times in the past few months getting things set u for my journey, such as reserving my starter and pre-registering for the gym challenge in order to save some time once I was on the road, not to mention the absurd amount of paperwork I had been required to fill out.

My thoughts raced as I imagined my journey around Unova, my Snivy at my side. I wasn't terribly worried about the first couple of gyms. The Striaton City gym was currently run by a group of triplets, who each focused on one of the types of the starter Pokemon that a new trainer would normally receive. The way the gym worked was that the challenger would face the gym leader who focused on the type their starter was weak against. This was done to encourage beginning trainers to catch a Pokemon or two that could cover their starter's weakness, as well as helped to teach rookies not to solely rely on their first Pokemon. The gym was specifically set up this way due to most new trainers starting their adventure in Nuvema Town, as that is where most trainers receive their starter.

For me, I would be facing Chili, the fire type leader of the trio, due to me picking Snivy as my partner. He was typically known for using a Pansear as his ace for beginning trainers, and would use more advanced Pokemon such as Heatmor or Magmar against trainers who had been on the road for a while.

Each gym leader had a large diversity of Pokemon at their disposal. This allowed for them to have a team for trainers of all skill levels. For example, If someone were to challenge Roxie, the poison type gym leader of Virbank City, for their first badge, her team would consist of two Pokemon, usually a Trubbish and a Koffing. However, if you were to challenge her for your 8th and final badge, she would use a full team of six, consisting of powerhouses like Garbodor, Weezing, Muk, and a few others. Some gym leaders would even have Pokemon that weren't of their gym's official type. A good example of this is Roxie's Gliscor that she was known to use against higher end trainers, usually who had obtained at least six badges. She had given it a Toxic Orb to go with its Poison Heal ability, making it a terror of a wall if you weren't prepared for it.

I planned to travel the region along a pretty common route. I would first go to Striaton City, then I would head west to Nacrene City. From there, I would head to Castelia City, the largest city in the region, to get my third badge. From there I would head north to Nimbasa City, and begin the loop that Unova is known for. Every town on the northern part of the region is connected by popular route used by trainers and travelers going from town to town. The roads were set up in what was similar to a large circle. If you headed west from Nimbasa City, you would go through several towns and cities and eventually loop all the way around to the east entrance of Nimbasa. The rest of the gyms I planned to challenge were located around this loop.

There were actually ten commonly challenged gyms in the region, with the two I would be skipping being much farther out of the way from the route I planned to take. Maybe once I finished my gym challenge, I would go back and challenge the remaining gyms to prepare myself and my team for the Pokemon League. The Pokemon League was a massive tournament held once a year where every trainer who had managed to collect 8 gym badges would compete for the opportunity to challenge the Elite 4. The Elite 4 were known as being the strongest trainers the region had to offer, each having years of experience and extremely powerful teams. If someone managed to defeat the Elite 4, they would be able to schedule a match against the defending champion of the region. Currently, the champion was an older man named Alder. He was in his fifties, but he always seemed to show near superhuman amounts of flexibility and strength. He had become champion several years before I was born, and he had yet to even come close to losing a match.

As I continued my trip home, I noticed that the sun had begun to set. I hadn't realized I had been at the lab for as long as I had. Finally seeing my street in the distance, I began to pedal a little faster, excited to get home and tell my parents the good news and show off my shiny new trainer card to them. I smiled joyfully as I approached my street and slowed to a stop at the side of the sidewalk. There weren't many people out at this time of night, so traffic had been almost non existent on my journey home. I waited for the traffic light to turn red, and for the crosswalk to give me the signal to cross. After what felt like minutes, the signal finally turned green, and I began to cross the street. I had only made it halfway across when I heard the sound of a vehicle approaching. Suddenly, I was blinded by headlights, and looked over just in time to see someone run the light at nearly 30 mph. I had less than a second to react, barely getting out the start of a scream, before the vehicle, a van of some kind, slammed directly into me. Pain coursed through my body as I was thrown underneath of the vehicle, and I was just barely able to register the van speeding off into the distance out of the corner of my eye. I tried to move, but my body had been crippled from the force of the impact. I let out a raspy breaths, and tried to yell for help, but no matter how hard I tried, no words left my mouth. I don't know how long I stayed there, crippled and dying in the middle of the road, but it couldn't have been more than five minutes. I was able to faintly hear the sirens of an approaching ambulance, before one final jolt of pain shot up my spine, and everything went dark.