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The Pokemon Sisters

Chapter 4: Fear

"Oak!" Gaika stared at the sandy haired man standing beside Prof. Birch.

"Yes, Oak, young lady…Gaika, isn't it?" he smiled in a friendly way, but the girl was too shocked to smile back. Her jaw seemed to have been unhinged—it flopped open and closed. Oak glanced at Birch, one eyebrow raised. Birch shrugged.

"Um, I think you know Gaika's sisters, Flame and Asaia?"

"Ah, yes. I gave Asaia her first Pokemon, Squirtle. And I think I was there when Flame got her Cyndaquil. But you have another, don't you? Nicola? I've heard her Sceptile is one of the strongest around."

That did it. Her sister's had outshone her again…even when they weren't there! Gaika shook of her astonishment. "I saw…on the internet…you wrote an essay…" she took a deep breath. Steady girl, you're talking to one of the most renowned people in Hoenn, Kanto and Johto. But she hadn't expected her chance…so soon.

"Yes?"
"…On…Rayquaza?"

"Samuel, I really don't think…"

"She's got the right traits. And anything's possible. I mean, considering her bloodline…"

"You know everyone who's heard of Rayquaza shows interest in it."

"The dream fit."

Prof. Birch dropped his head into his hands. Oak was usually so sensible about these things.

"We could call Elm," he suggested hopefully, "for a second opinion…"
"Or we could just see. She should have started a year ago anyway."

"I don't have any more…"

Oak sighed impatiently. "We'll figure something out."

Birch knew when he was beaten.

"Fine. Fine. I'll give her some Pokeballs and a Zigzagoon or…something. But just remember, Sam, the chances are what? 100 to 1?"

"Considering, that's not to much."

As Oak left the room, Birch sighed. This could only lead to trouble.

"I'm getting a Pokemon!"
Gaika's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, glazing over with pure joy.

Oak nodded, smiling, while, in the background, Birch grumbled incoherently.

"What choices do I have? Pikachu? Charmander? Tree—?"

Oak shook his head at each. "I'm afraid we'll have to give you just a Zigzagoon, and you'll need to catch your own starter. Then, with that, you can battle and catch the rest. Ok?"

Gaika started to protest, but then she realized: Not only would this give her more choice, but it would prove one thing to her sisters: She could star her journey without being handed her starter in a silver Pokeball!

"Ok, Professor." She said, beaming.

A few hours later, she was standing on a narrow path, a Zigzagoon at her side, a determined glint in her eye.