Author's Note:

Hey there! First of all thanks for stopping by to take a look at my story, this is a reimagining of the adventures of Jack Robin (The joint protagonist of my discontinued story: Pokémon Kalos Journeys) who will this time be kicking off his adventure in Kanto with the aim of becoming the very best trainer there ever was. For obvious reasons this story will not be continuing any aspects of the previously mentioned Kalos Journeys as it is an entirely new reading experience with an entirely new roster of characters.

With all that introduction out of the way let's get into the story, I sincerely hope you enjoy!


Chapter 1: Prologue

Narrator

The world of Pokémon, a land of possibilities where dreams and aspirations flourish in the hearts of all those who call it home. It is here where our story begins, in the region of Kanto, with a young boy who is yet to begin his Pokémon adventure - a journey full of challenges and excitement that many young people choose to embark upon to chase their goals - as for what he'll find along the way? That is yet to be seen.

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"Muuuummm... Daaaaddd hurry up!"

Jack Robin was waiting impatiently at the foot of the stairs. Clearly frustrated by the delay the boy tapped his foot with an increasing amount of force that mirrored his annoyance accompanied by a periodic huffing and puffing which unfortunately did not hasten his parents who were still taking their sweet time on the floor above.

Of all the days to be running late, why did it have to be his birthday?

Today was August 31st and was indeed Jack's birthday which meant he was now officially 8 years old. As a treat his parents had surprised him with 3 tickets to the exhibition match between the Champion of the entire Kanto region: the dragon master lance and an elusive but powerful challenger by the name of Red; to mark this occasion Jack had donned his favourite shirt which bore the image of Lance's famous ace Pokémon - a rare red Gyarados - set in front of the traditional Pokéball pattern (the staple insignia of the Pokémon league) which he wore over some standard blue jeans accompanied by his Dad's old running shoes.

He was about to shout out again when his father finally peeked his head around the banister atop the staircase. It had often been said to Jack that he was the spitting image of his old man and looking up now into that pale complexion he could see why: Charles Robin was slightly more skinny than average which was a feature that was mirrored in Jack as well as the loose and untidy brown curls that hung over equally as rich hazel eyes; however time had evidently taken its toll on the man unlike his son made obvious by the streaks of grey dotted about his head and the slight shadowing under his eyes representative of his middle age, likewise his more rustic fashion sense was on full show this evening as he wore a pair of dark brown suspenders over a cream knit jumper and jeans - a look that in most people's opinion made him look like a traditional port fisherman.

"Just a moment kiddo." He assured in a relaxing and somewhat drawling voice "Your mother is just finishing up getting ready... you know what she's like son, always likes to make an effort."

"Fineeee." Jack moaned begrudgingly, accepting the fact he would have to wait.

"Hey don't be like that." Charles said calmly as he made his way down and took a seat on the bottom step, looking up into Jack's eyes "I'm just as excited as you are squirt, you know back in the day I was a Pokémon trainer myself... before I met your mother and before you came along of course." He continued, patting his son on the head. "Yeah back then there was nothing I wanted more than to be up on the big stage with my Pokémon, fighting for that champion title."

His eyes misted over as he became encapsulated in his fantasies.

"What stopped you dad?" Jack asked curiously. "I bet you were really strong just like the champ!"

Charles chuckled to himself fondly. "The trainers life isn't for everyone even if you're tough to beat." He stopped for a second. "But don't let that define you Jack, if you want to you can be the best trainer there ever was I'm sure of it." He once again patted his son on the head.

"Your Dad's right." A female voice interjected. "Although I'm not really one for the trainer's life myself… although your father often tried to rope me into it." She gave Charles a knowing look. "But regardless of that i agree with your father completely, chase your dreams dear, even if you stumble at first."

On cue Amelia Robin had appeared as if from thin air behind them. She had settled with a simple sun dress which complemented her flowing honey coloured hair, striking blue eyes and bright and cheery demeanour that Jack often considered would light up even the darkest of rooms. In her arms she held a small bundle of bright blue blanket pattered with Pikachu tails, inside the faint sound of Jack's brother George could be heard as the infant blissfully dozed in his mother's arms.

"Nice of you to finally join us Amelia." Charles joked with his wife "looks like I'm going to have to drive like a stampeding Tauros to get us there on time."

"Oh behave Charles." She shot back with a grin. "This little one wouldn't calm down as well you know." She added looking down into the folds of blanket.

Jack meanwhile had grown even more impatient and butted in with a final "Guys? the match?"

"Oh yes of course, right o' get your coats folks." Charles said getting to his feet and pulling on a jacket, allowing the others to do the same before leading the march outside to the compact family car waiting in the driveway.

The evening air was thick with the clinging remnants of summer heat which intermingled with the sleepy silence hanging over Pallet town - a small community of houses in the southwest corner of Kanto where rarely anything happened and the place in which the family called home - made Jack drowsy despite his bubbling excitement. Climbing unceremoniously into the backseat of the car he flopped backwards onto the torn but cosy leather, angling his head ever so slightly sideways to watch the numerous hills and houses roll away into mere specks of light set upon dark blobs on the horizon as the car picked up a trundling pace, whisking him away from rural life and toward the excited buzz of the city.

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As they drove time seemingly slipped away with the rickety turn of un-oiled wheels , an effect that created a somewhat relaxing metallic melody and caused Jack to gradually drift off into daydream, slumping leisurely further into the comfortable familiarity of the seat and allowing the coils of his imagination to unfold around him.

"And that's it folks!"

A loudspeaker hailed over a jubilant cry from countless onlookers that had materialised about the boy.

"Competitor Jack has defeated the last standing Pokémon of champion lance meaning he now holds the title of the new reigning 3rd generation champion of the Kanto region."

The call of the crowd only grew louder as Jack hoisted his arms into the air and began to wave, revelling in the outcry of support emanating from the surrounding stands.

"Jack Jack Jack!" They chanted over and over, the sound growing louder and louder causing a wide grin to break out over his face.

"Jack!"

He woke with a start.

"Glad you could join us champ." Charles grinned, leaning over the seat in front casually with one hand on the steering wheel. "I hated to wake you up when you were having such a nice dream about… what was it kept repeating again?… Ah yes Pokémon battles, but you might want to take a look at this."

"And you might want to keep your eyes on the road." His wife sternly butted in.

"Seriously Amelia i had it under control."

"Under control or not you need to be responsible, our children are here, set an example Charles!"

Trying his best to drown out their bickering, Jack sat upright from the sort of slouched position he had taken up in his nap and clambered over to the window to take a better look outside (much to the annoyance of baby George beside him who burst into tears as his brother manoeuvred around him).

Setting himself down at the opposite end of the vehicle, and ignoring George's bawling altogether, Jack leant appreciatively out of the window, allowing the cool rush of wind to lap at his face before attempting to focus on what his Dad had been referencing earlier…

There on the horizon stood one of the most magnificent spectacles Jack had ever laid eyes upon, Saffron city. The slow creeping descent of the sun glistened on the many reflective surfaces that made up the modern architecture filling the city, with each of these structures adding to the luminescent brilliance by contributing beads of light from every discernible window creating a grand spiders web of yellow visible for miles around.

Driving through the streets, the family were gradually enveloped into the heart of the city, with Jack slowly catching more glimpses of this majesty - farfetched from the rural and simplistic appearance of pallet town - with by far the standout being the metallic behemoth that was Saffron stadium; a colossal dome that towered over the skyline, breaking the clouds with spotlights that shone in against the heavens and catching the eye of any onlooker with the vibrant purple arch that embowed itself over the width of the structure like some giant halo.

Encapsulated by this Jack barely noticed when the car came to an abrupt halt and it was only when he saw the kind smile of his mother standing over him that he realised it was time to go, and so taking her and and stepping down onto the tiled sidewalks that lined the street on which they had parked, and in fact every street in Saffron city for that matter, he allowed himself to be whisked away into the mob of fans streaming toward the very same stadium he had seen before, each with eyes filled with the same wonder and electric anticipation that he could feel bubbling within him.

After a short walk and the standard routine security checks, the group found themselves within the skeleton of the arena amidst a swarm of eager fans and so naturally sensing the disruption to peace and quiet caused by the indistinct chatter George once again began to cry.

"Oh dear god!" Amelia lamented. "It's ok Georgie, mummy's here."

"Charles please tell me you brought the earmuffs!" She hastily added under her breath.

Charles visibly began to sweat as he rummaged around in the carry on satchel he often brought with him on days out, eventually retrieving a pair of fluffy bright blue ear protectors which his wife speedily secured over their son's ears.

"Phew, close one." Charles sighed

"Tell me about it." Amelia replied. "I think it's best off if i go and find the seats, keep an eye on this little one in case he gets upset again, how about you boys go and check out the merchandise and meet me when you're done?"

"I don't think that's a good idea… have you by any chance seen the price of that stuff these days?" Charles said, looking to Jack for support only to be caught off guard by his son's puppy dog eyes.

"Oh come on Dad, pleaseeee, I'll be quick i promise!" Jack pleaded

"Alright then." Charles said checking his wallet. "We'll see you in a bit." He directed at his wife before following, looking rather defeated, as his son joyfully sped off through the crowds.

"Have fun." Amelia called after the two with a slight giggle. "Well then it's just you and me Georgie." She beamed into the bundle she now carried in a grey baby carrier and like her husband and son disappeared amongst the sea of bodies.

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Jack scratched his head again and peered over the counter on his tip toes. Here he could see shelves and shelves of branded merch, each looking more appealing than the last which made his deliberation all the more difficult.

Meanwhile Charles had caught up with his son and had struck up a conversation with the cashier, clearly trying to haggle down the price of whatever his son chose to buy.

All of a sudden the boy's eyes fell upon a series of hats that had been placed in a shabby looking box to the side of all the newer merchandise which in contrast looked entirely unappealing but piqued Jack's interest nonetheless.

"Hey Dad." He said, tugging on Charles's jumper sleeve. "What's that over there?"

Charles breathed a sigh of relief as he caught sight of the slightly rugged box of clothing before turning the the cashier. "S'cuse me mate, what's in that box may i ask?" He then enquired.

The cashier laughed. "That junk? it's just a bunch of leftovers from previous events, I wouldn't recommend buying any of it but you're welcome to take a look if you'd like."

With that he lifted the box over the counter and allowed Jack to take a look at its contents. As he picked through the box he noted that the majority of the things inside were indeed 'junk' as the cashier had deemed it; however rummaging further into the box he found a particularly dusty old baseball-style cap that caught his attention.

Although it was admittedly nothing to boast about the hat had a strange allure to it despite the design being fairly minimalistic (a plain dark grey with a single emblem similar to a letter V stitched in white into the front) and it was this that caused Jack to withdraw it from the box and hold it up to his father with a smile.

"This one." He said triumphantly, wiping the dust off the hat and pushing it onto his head.

"Suits you." His Dad returned the grin before turning to the waiting cashier. "How much?"

"Seriously? you can take it, we were going to throw that stuff out anyway so trust me you'd be doing us a favour." The cashier stated with a hint of gratitude.

"Now come on I'd feel bad if i didn't pay you something for it." Charles continued.

The cashier raised his eyebrows. "Ok, In that case it'll be 120 Pokédollars."

Charles's face dropped as he checked his wallet again. "On second thoughts we'll just take it free… Oh wait what's that i hear my wife calling come on Jack we better hurry along now." He said taking his son by the arm and whisking him away with his new hat in hand leaving the cashier stood utterly perplexed in their wake.

Some time afterward they found themselves standing in front of a pair of red metal doors labelled in bold letters, at this Charles checked the map with a appreciative nod.

"Looks like this is it kiddo, after you." He grinned, holding up a hand to usher Jack forward and proceeding to watch as his son hurried forward to push the doors open with slightly more effort than expected due to his age before following him through into the core of the arena.

The interior of the stadium was (in Jack's opinion) arguably more impressive than the the outside. Great iron hoops formed the stands in which thousands upon thousands of expectant fans now sat, each layering on top of one another like some sort of enormous circular staircase surrounding a earthen battlefield set into a shallow pit below - a mere speck from the height at which the pair stood.

Tearing his eyes away from the scenery, Jack forced himself to scan the surroundings for his mum and brother as Charles frantically checked the tickets, eventually locating the pair a few rows behind where Amelia sat waving with George on her lap fast asleep once again.

"What've you got there?" Amelia asked after they had eventually forced their way past several annoyed audience members who were clearly irritated that they had had to stand.

"My new hat." Jack replied proudly, taking off his new possession and handing it to his mum to inspect.

"Very nice, we'll have to get a picture of you with it on for the album." She teased

Jack, who had always hated having his picture taken (especially for the family album), opened his mouth to protest only to be drowned out by the sudden outbreak of upbeat music as the lights dimmed and he consequentially forgot what he was going to say.

"Ladies and gentlemen." An announcer boomed over the tune of the music. "If you would please take your seats, the battle will begin shortly… for now however, allow me to introduce the two esteemed trainers who will be battling this evening."

Watching the field intently, Jack observed as the overhanging spotlights shifted to highlight one particular end of the field.

"Firstly the challenger." The announcer continued. "This somewhat reclusive trainer has risen through the ranks recently and has gained quite the reputation, even going as far as to beat all 8 of the Kanto gym leaders as well as a handful of elite four!"

He paused for a moment as a chorus of excited whispers filled the air.

"Now please if you will put your hands together for… you guessed it RED!"

The stands broke out into applause and cheers as on cue a boy of about 17 or 18, with hair not too dissimilar to Jack's in colour but cut in a more traditional shorter style, a muscular frame and fittingly dressed in a red jacket and likewise cap with blue jeans, walked out onto the field waving at the support.

"And his opponent." The announcer's voice boomed out again as the stadium fell silent. "A man who needs no introduction. He is your reigning champion, the mysterious master of dragons himself… it's LANCE."

The air was filled with an eruption of shouting and clapping tenfold the likes of which Red had received on his arrival, below the champion made his way out onto the field. Much older than his opponent Lance instead wore a blue and orange jumpsuit finished with a sweeping black cape which paired with his almost fiery pinkish hair gave him a striking draconic look fitting of a dragon master.

Taking his place at his end of the field, Lance signalled to the announcers box before proceeding to speak in a magnified voice that rang out all though out the stadium.

"People of Kanto, and all who are watching around the world." He said in a calm and coolly collected voice. "I first of all would like to thank you on behalf of myself and my friend here for coming or tuning in to watch our battle today, as you are aware we stand here as representatives of this beloved region of ours and would therefore want to assure you that we will be giving our all to provide you with a battle worthy of two champion level trainers… please do enjoy."

With that he once again signalled to the announcers box.

"Thank you champion." The announcer called out. "Now the rules for today's match, the battle will be a 1 on 1 with neither trainer being able to substitute Pokémon once in battle, the battle will be over once either trainer's Pokémon is unable to battle… is that understood?"

Both trainers nodded in agreement.

"Alright then, challenger, champion please send out your Pokémon!"

"Charizard i choose you!" Red shouted, letting loose a Pokéball which burst open before him in a shock of brilliant blue to reveal a fierce-looking orange dragon.

"Charizard, you ready?" Red asked his Pokémon which responded by letting out a burst of white hot flame into the nights sky, scorching the air above in an inferno that could be felt in the stands above.

"Impressive." Lance acknowledged, priming his own Pokéball. "Gyarados let's go!"

Once again the Pokéball sprung open to this time unveil an intimidating red serpentine creature which almost identical to the one on Jack's shirt, Gyarados roared as it stared down its broad nose at Charizard who seemed completely unfazed by this entrance.

"Champion Lance goes for Gyarados a water type against Charizard a fire type, surely this means the champion is at an advantage!"

"This is THE Red keep in mind, I wouldn't count him out yet."

The excited conversations of the crowd started up as both trainer and Pokémon waited for the battle to begin.

"Alright alright alright, the time has come both trainers are ready, everyone here in the audience is undoubtedly ready, so without further ado… Battle begin!"

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Immediately after the battle commenced Red wasted no time in calling for his first attack.

"Charizard flamethrower now!" He commanded.

Charizard arched its neck and let loose a torrent of fire straight at Gyarados who unflinchingly stood its ground.

"Aqua tail, blow it away." Lance countered, closely watching as Gyarados coated its tail with shimmering water, slicing through the Charizard's flamethrower with ease.

Back up in the stands Jack was on the edge of his seat. "Awesome." He gasped as Charizard closed in again, this time with a wing attack. "They're really going for it aren't they Dad."

Charles, who was clinically surveying the battle, shook his head. "It seems to me like they're just testing each other's strengths. You haven't seen anything yet kiddo."

On the field Lance called for Gyarados to dodge before hitting back with a hydro pump, catching Charizard on the underbelly as it soared overhead and sending it reeling backwards through the air as it recoiled from the pain of the super effective attack.

"And champion Lance lands the first hit, what will this mean for Red?"

"You ok Charizard?" Red asked his Pokémon.

"Char." Charizard shot back, hoisting its claw in an odd three fingered thumbs up.

"Let's get this started then." The trainer encouraged. "Close in with dragon claw and then take it up right into the air!"

Charizard did as its trainer commanded, claws elongating with blazing green aura while it raced towards Gyarados.

"Gyarados keep using hydro pump, knock it down." Lance ordered, calm as ever.

Gyarados shot burst after burst of water whilst Charizard continued to dodge and slice its way through the onslaught, gradually closing in on its opponent until it crashed claws first into Gyarados who roared with intermingled rage and pain.

"Look at that speed! Charizard closes in to land a powerful dragon claw."

"Charizard UP!" Red yelled.

Charizard beat its wings carrying Gyarados upwards in a gust of wind that stirred up great clouds of dust, engulfing both trainers from sight as both Pokémon soared into the sky.

"Flamethrower!" Red shouted upwards through the dust and debris swirling about him.

"Hydro Pump again!" Lance likewise directed.

Attacks collided mid-air as steam billowed outwards in all directions and both Pokémon fell to the ground veiled in mist.

"Hyper beam, break your fall!" Lance instructed.

Gyarados, now free of its steamy cloak, opened its jaw and unleashed a devastating blast of orange energy straight at the ground, the force of which propelled the sea serpent Pokémon upwards negating the impact of the fall and creating a substantial crater in the field.

"Would you look at that smoke cloud that's two real strong attacks, and what's this?… Gyarados stops its fall with a hyper beam! I'd expect nothing less from the champion."

"Not bad." Red congratulated from the opposite end of the pitch, visibly grinning from ear to ear as the dust settled to reveal Charizard completely unharmed. "Breaking the fall with a hyper beam? I wouldn't have thought of it in a million years."

"Well I'm not the champion for no reason now am I?" Lance responded with a slight smile. "Maybe it's time we showed you what we can do. Gyarados dragon dance!"

Gyarados coiled its body over itself, only emphasising its snake like appearance before it began to glow with a radiant orange glow that signified an increase in its speed and attacking capabilities.

"Now." Lance continued. "Use hydro pump, flood the arena!"

In unison with Lance's shout the battlefield began to shift; grumbling with a series of metallic pangs as the outlined squares on which each trainer and the referee stood gradually becoming a pair of heightened platforms as they rose into the air, eventually coming to a halt with a jarring grind of gears when they had reached the first row of spectators seated above.

Meanwhile below Gyarados opened its jaw wide and began to overflow the arena with a torrent of water until it resembled a sort of small artificial lake causing Charizard to take to the air and hover safely over the water whilst its adversary was engulfed in the flood becoming a menacing shadow lurking beneath the surface.

"And Charizard narrowly dodges the rising water as Gyarados turns the tables in its favour, things don't look too good for the challenger do they?"

"Aqua tail." Lance ordered.

"Dodge it quick." Red shot back.

Charizard scanned the rippling surface of the pool, watching as Gyarados continued to circle through the water, anticipating the strike that soon followed as Gyarados broke through the liquid barrier with outstanding speed - arching its body in a graceful flip ahead of delivering a super effective attack across the back of a surprised Charizard.

"Charizard NO!" Red cried helplessly watching as his Pokémon dropped out of the sky and into the depths beneath followed by Gyarados as it pursued its opponent under.

"Gyarados wrap yourself around it." Lance instructed. "Drag it down and hold it."

Red's Charizard kicked frantically as it tried to resurface, every second causing the evolved fire starter Pokémon to struggle for the air being constricted out of it as Gyarados took hold and began dive deeper. Up on his raised platform Red grit his teeth in frustration, the agonising desperation taking its hold as he searched for a way out of his predicament.

Lance, seeing his opponents apparent unease, decided to wrap up the match right there.

"Gyarados, lets finish this with a hyper beam!" He barked, raising his voice for the first time in the entire match as he allowed the adrenal rush spiked by his impending victory to take over.

"Gyara!" Gyarados bellowed in a muffled response, again loosening its jaw to allow a catastrophic amount of luminescent orange energy to amass within.

"THUNDER PUNCH!" Red yelled, drowning out the combined noise of Lance and his Pokémon.

The top of the water fizzled with electrical energy as a burst of yellow light spread like wildfire beneath the surface emanating from the two entwined Pokémon, at this the stadium drew a collective breath as a single orange shape burst forth from the makeshift lake cloaked in flickering flames that sprung from the roaring bonfire on its tail lapping the air greedily.

"INCREDIBLE... Charizard narrowly escapes defeat with a thunder punch whilst also activating its blaze ability meanwhile Gyarados must recharge, could this mean the end for Lance?"

Indeed things looked dire for the champion as Lance could only watch as his Gyarados resurfaced once again looking entirely exhausted whilst Charizard closed in for its final assault.

"Charizard end it with flamethrower!" Red called, swinging the cap on his head backwards as he did so in a single fluid motion.

And with that the battle was over. Charizard threw back its head, fire trickling from its gaping maw before letting loose a colossal fireball enveloping a shrieking Gyarados in a blast that could be felt from even the very top of the stands which ultimately subsided to reveal a dazed Gyarados floating upon the surface of the water with a triumphant-looking Charizard hovering just overhead.

After a stunned silence the crowd exploded into applause.

"WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT! Red the challenger has toppled the champion in a shocking turn of events, what a truly outstanding battle!"

The clangourous chorus of shifting gears struck up a tune once more as the water slowly drained from the field and the raised platforms on which each trainer stood lowered with the falling tide allowing Charizard to return to its trainer, greeted with an embrace as Lance bowed down to recall his defeated Gyarados

"Charizard we did it buddy, you were awesome." He beamed, recalling his Pokémon to its Pokéball before noticing his opponent making his way toward him.

"You battled finely it, has been an honour." Lance spoke with a hint of gratitude.

"The honours all mine champion." Red grinned. "Let's battle again sometime."

Lance didn't respond only smiled slightly, extending his hand from beneath his cloak.

"I shall await that day." He finally replied as Red took his outstretched hand and the crowd once again began to cheer.

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Jack rolled over again, tugging the blanket back over his exposed body. After the events of the night he couldn't sleep no matter how hard he tried, every time he shut his eyes he would again see the same vivid image of Charizard's finishing blow on Lance's Gyarados and be once again reignited with the same fiery passion he had felt watching that moment as if the very flames of the dragon's flamethrower attack had set a fuse within him ablaze causing sudden explosions of enthusiasm that kept him from sleep.

Finally giving in he rolled onto his back and stared blankly at the ceiling - toying with the possibility that someday he could be the one on that stage, someday be the one to take on the champion and win. This only brought him further from the possibility of a good nights sleep as he once again spiralled into re-living the battle he had witnessed, which now altered slightly in his mind so that it was no longer Red but he who was formulating strategies and calling out moves.

"No." he thought to himself, snapping back to reality. "But it could be... It will be."

"Jack Robin: Kanto champion, that has a nice ring to it."

This idea seemed to bring him slight peace of mind as he began to drift off soon after.

"Just you wait I'm gonna be the best trainer there ever was."

And with that he succumbed to his fatigue, allowing himself to become encapsulated by dreams of Pokémon battles yet to come.

End of Chapter 1


Yo

I should probably start by saying thanks for stopping by to read this chapter before addressing anything else so thanks I hope you enjoyed.

I'd also like to reiterate what I said earlier in regards to any Kalos Journeys fans who might be reading this and once again I hope you enjoyed this introduction and continue to support this work as your continued backing is always greatly appreciated and is mainly what drives me to continue to write, but on the flipside please don't feel obliged to read this story if it isn't your up of tea that I can also completely understand.

Now to anyone who

A) is questioning why Jack is kind of lacking maturity in this chapter

or

B) has no clue what the section about the hat was for

Do not fret because I will clear up any confusion now. Firstly point A is pretty self explanatory as Jack is 8 years old in the prologue which is set 9 years before his journey for reasons I will clarify later on. For point B i can't reveal much but I can assure you that the hat is symbolic in the story of Jack and Charles in particular and is not just a vehicle for plot filler.

Anyway I think that's about everything for now, the new chapter should release next week on either Wednesday or Thursday depending on if I'm being lazy or not and as usual feel free to write a review if you'd like telling me what you thought of the intro to my new story.

Destros.