Chapter 2
It had been a long time since Esslar had left his library. Even longer since he had entered any
sort of town or city. He had left his library about a week ago in search of new pokemon. While
riding Gryphix he had seen a road below them. After instructed Gryphix to land on the road, he
and Gryphix debated about which direction they should take, North or South. Eventually, they
decided had decided to go south.
They now stood on a hill overlooking a small town. The town had a few moderately-sized
buildings. However, what grabbed the elf's attention was a much a larger building. It was about
the size of a small manior and stood on its own hill. There was a stone fence surrounding the
hill. He could also see some sort of garden with a lake next to the house.
The elf decided that the hamlet looked as good a place as any to start his quest and he started
down the hill towards it. There was a sign on the sign of the road that read: PALLET TOWN
Shades of your journey await! The elf lightly chuckled and said "An appropraite message."
He almost walked into the town without recalling Gryphix to his poke-ball. If the golden
pokemon hadn't reminded him there could have been a disturbance in the city that was more than
slight. Esslar was very glad he'd done it later. His appearance alone drew a lot of glances. He
was 6' tall, slim with silver hair and eyes. Like all elfs, he had pointed ears. We wore a leather
tunic and a dark green cloak. As always, his ancient sword hung from his belt. He momentarly
considered getting more modern clothing but quickly descarded the idea. He ignored the stares
as he walked down the street to the small mansion.
When he reached the gate, he found a small sign that read: Professor Oak's Pokemon Research
Lab. He pushed open the gate and walked up the stairs to the door.
When he reached the door, he noticed a small, white button next to it. He ignored it and knocked
on the door. Five minutes passed. He knocked again, this time harder. While he was waited this
time, he saw a Poliwhirl emerge from the reeds surrounding the garden. He momentarly
considered talking to it to see if it had any information. When the door finally opened, there was
an odd old man on the other side of it. "Why didn't you just use the doorbell? I would have
known you were here sooner if you had! Are you the one sent to deliver my food?" he said in an
odd little voice. The elf replied "The answer to your first question is another question: What's a
doorbell? I most definitly not here to deliver food! I am here because I thought you might be
able to assist me in some way with my quest."
"What quest? Who are you? Why are you dressed so funny?"
"Must you always ask more than one question at a time? Oh well, if you must know, I am
Esslar, elven archiver, historian and pokemon researcher. My quest is to find and study new and
legendary pokemon. I have always dressed this way."
"I don't know if I could help you, but I'll try. Why don't you come in and we can talk over some
tea?"
Esslar complied without protest and he and the old man went inside the lab *by now you must
have figured out that the old man is Prof. Oak* Prof. Oak led him to a large room. In the
opposite wall there was a large sliding door that led to the garden outside. A large rug was in
front of the door. They sat down on the rug and shortly a crab-like pokemon appeared. Esslar
quickly identified it as a Krabby. "Ah, there you are. Would you please go get us some tea?
Thank you. The Krabby scurried out the door.
Prof. Oak asked "I might be able to help you better if you told me a bit about yourself."
"Well, as far as I can tell I am the last elf. I am 679 years old." At this Prof. Oak nearly fell
over. Esslar continued "I've spent the last 200 years or so inside my library. I created and
studied various archives there while training my pokemon."
"What pokemon?"
"I currently have 3 excuse me 4 pokemon." Then releasing them from thier poke-balls he
introduced them to Prof. Oak. "This is Gryphix. My friend and companion." Prof. Oak was
more than a little shock when Gryphix told him hello. "This is Trentim. He is more than 8x my
age and has wisdom almost beyond comprehension. This is Pegasus, a faster or more nolber
steed you would be hard pressed to find. And this is my newest pokemon. I caught it a few
nights ago and named it Shade. It appears to be able to become completly invisible at will,
however, it is very weak."
"WOW! Have you registered them with the Pokemon League yet?"
"Who's the Pokemon League?"
"The Pokemon League was established roughly 150 years ago. It established rules for pokemon
battles, cataloged all known pokemon, and created a system of trainers, researchers, and
masters."
"Interesting, tell me more about this Pokemon League."
They sat the rest of the day drinking their tea and discussing the Pokemon League and various
methods of pokemon research. When the sky started to darken Prof. Oak invited Esslar to spend
the night there. Esslar graciously accepted his offer, but explained that instead of sleeping he
absorbed moon light or star light. He spent the night in the same room, star-gazing as was his
wont.
Early in the morning, he was broke out of his trance by a loud crackling noice. It sounded like
electricity arching. Esslar ran out the room and to the origin of the sound. He found Prof. Oak
in a dim room with what appeared to be a transporter device. The old man was looking a poke-
ball in his hand.
"Looks like Gary caught another one. Ash is going to have a really hard time catching up."
"Who are Gary and Ash?"
"Oh, Gary and Ash are trainers I'm sponsoring. Ash shows the most potential and determination,
but Gary has the most pokemon by far."
"Hmmmm...I'll have to find on of them. Thank you for your hospitallity, but I should be getting
back to my quest soon."
In an hour Esslar was back on Gryphix's back and traveling towards his next adventure.
It had been a long time since Esslar had left his library. Even longer since he had entered any
sort of town or city. He had left his library about a week ago in search of new pokemon. While
riding Gryphix he had seen a road below them. After instructed Gryphix to land on the road, he
and Gryphix debated about which direction they should take, North or South. Eventually, they
decided had decided to go south.
They now stood on a hill overlooking a small town. The town had a few moderately-sized
buildings. However, what grabbed the elf's attention was a much a larger building. It was about
the size of a small manior and stood on its own hill. There was a stone fence surrounding the
hill. He could also see some sort of garden with a lake next to the house.
The elf decided that the hamlet looked as good a place as any to start his quest and he started
down the hill towards it. There was a sign on the sign of the road that read: PALLET TOWN
Shades of your journey await! The elf lightly chuckled and said "An appropraite message."
He almost walked into the town without recalling Gryphix to his poke-ball. If the golden
pokemon hadn't reminded him there could have been a disturbance in the city that was more than
slight. Esslar was very glad he'd done it later. His appearance alone drew a lot of glances. He
was 6' tall, slim with silver hair and eyes. Like all elfs, he had pointed ears. We wore a leather
tunic and a dark green cloak. As always, his ancient sword hung from his belt. He momentarly
considered getting more modern clothing but quickly descarded the idea. He ignored the stares
as he walked down the street to the small mansion.
When he reached the gate, he found a small sign that read: Professor Oak's Pokemon Research
Lab. He pushed open the gate and walked up the stairs to the door.
When he reached the door, he noticed a small, white button next to it. He ignored it and knocked
on the door. Five minutes passed. He knocked again, this time harder. While he was waited this
time, he saw a Poliwhirl emerge from the reeds surrounding the garden. He momentarly
considered talking to it to see if it had any information. When the door finally opened, there was
an odd old man on the other side of it. "Why didn't you just use the doorbell? I would have
known you were here sooner if you had! Are you the one sent to deliver my food?" he said in an
odd little voice. The elf replied "The answer to your first question is another question: What's a
doorbell? I most definitly not here to deliver food! I am here because I thought you might be
able to assist me in some way with my quest."
"What quest? Who are you? Why are you dressed so funny?"
"Must you always ask more than one question at a time? Oh well, if you must know, I am
Esslar, elven archiver, historian and pokemon researcher. My quest is to find and study new and
legendary pokemon. I have always dressed this way."
"I don't know if I could help you, but I'll try. Why don't you come in and we can talk over some
tea?"
Esslar complied without protest and he and the old man went inside the lab *by now you must
have figured out that the old man is Prof. Oak* Prof. Oak led him to a large room. In the
opposite wall there was a large sliding door that led to the garden outside. A large rug was in
front of the door. They sat down on the rug and shortly a crab-like pokemon appeared. Esslar
quickly identified it as a Krabby. "Ah, there you are. Would you please go get us some tea?
Thank you. The Krabby scurried out the door.
Prof. Oak asked "I might be able to help you better if you told me a bit about yourself."
"Well, as far as I can tell I am the last elf. I am 679 years old." At this Prof. Oak nearly fell
over. Esslar continued "I've spent the last 200 years or so inside my library. I created and
studied various archives there while training my pokemon."
"What pokemon?"
"I currently have 3 excuse me 4 pokemon." Then releasing them from thier poke-balls he
introduced them to Prof. Oak. "This is Gryphix. My friend and companion." Prof. Oak was
more than a little shock when Gryphix told him hello. "This is Trentim. He is more than 8x my
age and has wisdom almost beyond comprehension. This is Pegasus, a faster or more nolber
steed you would be hard pressed to find. And this is my newest pokemon. I caught it a few
nights ago and named it Shade. It appears to be able to become completly invisible at will,
however, it is very weak."
"WOW! Have you registered them with the Pokemon League yet?"
"Who's the Pokemon League?"
"The Pokemon League was established roughly 150 years ago. It established rules for pokemon
battles, cataloged all known pokemon, and created a system of trainers, researchers, and
masters."
"Interesting, tell me more about this Pokemon League."
They sat the rest of the day drinking their tea and discussing the Pokemon League and various
methods of pokemon research. When the sky started to darken Prof. Oak invited Esslar to spend
the night there. Esslar graciously accepted his offer, but explained that instead of sleeping he
absorbed moon light or star light. He spent the night in the same room, star-gazing as was his
wont.
Early in the morning, he was broke out of his trance by a loud crackling noice. It sounded like
electricity arching. Esslar ran out the room and to the origin of the sound. He found Prof. Oak
in a dim room with what appeared to be a transporter device. The old man was looking a poke-
ball in his hand.
"Looks like Gary caught another one. Ash is going to have a really hard time catching up."
"Who are Gary and Ash?"
"Oh, Gary and Ash are trainers I'm sponsoring. Ash shows the most potential and determination,
but Gary has the most pokemon by far."
"Hmmmm...I'll have to find on of them. Thank you for your hospitallity, but I should be getting
back to my quest soon."
In an hour Esslar was back on Gryphix's back and traveling towards his next adventure.
