Journey of Friendships

Chapter 1: Strange Dream

Marcello roared with enthusiasm as the massive Onix was knocked into the wall by the Iron Tail delivered by the Pikachu. His mother opened the door to his room and said, "Honey, it's time for you to go to bed. It's a big day tomorrow."

"Aww, Mom. Please let me stay up longer I just want to see The Greatest Pokemon Master of All Time win this battle." Just as he finished saying this two annoying voices rang out from the television.

"Prepare for trouble!"

"And make it double!"

"To protect the world from devastation!"

"To unite all peoples with…"

"Pikachu, Thunder!" Ash shouted.

"Pi.. Ka.. Chuuuuuuu!" the electric rodent shouted as it pumped hundreds of thousands of volts into the trio of pokémon thieves.

BANG!

"That's not fair! We didn't even get to finish the motto!" James whined as he flew through the air.

"Oh, shut up!" Jessie snapped at him.

"Here we go again," sighed Meowth.

"Looks like Team Rocket's blasting of again," they chorused.

"That's the ninth time this week," said Brock, shaking his head in exasperation.

"Now that the Champion has removed those unwanted visitors, let's get this fight finished!" called the commentator.

"Marcello Forrester, if you don't get to bed right now, so help me, I will ground you for the rest of the year." Needless to say, Marcello was in bed before his mother could blink.

(A.N. Don't worry if you don't understand a word of this, I'll explain it later)

"Hmm… Mudkip looks nice but loses that trait when it evolves, and the same for Torchic. Treecko will probably be a good choice because it has the trait of coolness throughout its evolutionary family. Yes, it's the best starter for contests," Cato grinned as he placed his Pokemon Handbook and Pokemon Contest Guide down on the desk. "I'll pick Treecko and ace any contest I enter."

"CATO!" a voice roared from downstairs. "GET TO BED NOW, SO THAT YOU"LL BE READY FOR ANY BATTLES TOMMOROW!"

"Yes, Dad" Cato muttered back.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!" his father snarled loudly.

"Yes, Sir," Cato said with a quick salute.

"That's better," his father growled in reply. "Now get to bed!"

'I don't want to battle with my pokémon, It seems so barbaric. I just want to enter Pokemon Contests.' With that thought in mind, he slowly fell into a deep slumber.

Marcello walked slowly down the road. He knew he was dreaming because the road was rolling and shifting as he walked upon it. When he rounded the corner he saw a young boy watching him.He was standing upon the podium where the ribbon cup was usually awarded. WhenMarcello looked at his surroundings he saw that was now standing in the centre of the Evergrande Stadium. There were paths leading from where they were standing into one larger path. Obviously they were going to meet on their journeys somewhere. They began walking down the paths before them, towards the larger path. AsMarcello reachedstepped onto the larger road, the dream slowly faded into nothingness.