First of many Author's Notes (because I really like those):
This is a story I began on another account while in college many, many moons ago.
The story revolves around my OC and his journey through a fictional timeline of the Kalos Region. This story is a no holds barred fan fiction; shit will get VERY heavy. So strap in, trainers, and enjoy the ride
Becoming a Pokemon trainer was in my blood, something I was very much destined to do. Both of my parents worked for the Anistar Gym as mentor trainers for the psychics there; sadly, none of us knew what, if any, of their psychic gifts I would inherit, as I was still too young for my powers to manifest.
Today, however, is my eleventh birthday, a time when most trainers begin their journeys towards becoming a Pokemon Master. It also means my parents are finally going to give me my very first Pokemon, something they decided on my tenth birthday last year. I've dropped many, many not-so-subtle hints that I wanted a Ralts; I've idolized Diantha, our current Champion, ever since she first debuted on film.
"Happy birthday, son!" My father greeted me at the bottom of the staircase with a gigantic hug. My mother chimed in after, followed by the rest of the psychics in the Gym. We were all one giant family, and it was tradition for Olympia to present new trainers with their first Pokemon before they head out on their journey.
The celebration was fun and sappy, all of my friends saying goodbye and my parents doting about how proud they were of me, and then finally Olympia cleared her throat.
"I think it's time we all present our little fledgling with his new Pokemon! Wouldn't you all agree?"
The Gym roared loudly, the clockwork floor dialing into noon. A Pokeball floated down from golden columns of the giant dome, landing softly in my open palms, which were now sweating in excitement.
I looked at my parents, who smiled next to me. They nodded their approval and I looked down at my Pokemon, ready to meet what I knew in my heart to be my very own Ralts.
Everyone cleared the floor and I prepared myself.
"Let's go! Pokemon!" I tossed the ball upward, a burst of silver light flooding down onto the floor by my feet. And all at once, everything went silent.
Because rather than looking at a Ralts, my eyes met the sharp, curious gaze of a baby Sneasel.