A New Age
Chapter 1 – Awakening
The alarm buzzed annoyingly in Becky's ear. A quick fist banged down on the alarm to stop it before she sat bolt upright nearly knocking the sleeping Pikachu off the end of her bed. She gave the Pikachu a quick check over before getting dressed and diving down the stairs with Pikachu in her arms. She gently placed the Pokemon down on the table before tucking into the large breakfast her mother had set out.
"You'll need a good breakfast down you before you set out," her mother reminded her, "I've packed your bag, you have some food and some clean clothes just in case."
"Mom," replied Becky, "I'm not the first kid to leave home to train Pokemon."
"I know," replied her mother, "But you're my kid and that's what's important to me. I just wish you wouldn't go from me now"
"I'm sorry mum," smiled Becky, "But it's what I want to do, I want to make my mark on the Pokemon world." She finished eating and ran out of the house grabbing the bag and patting Pikachu on the way.
"Just don't make it too big Becky," she frowned as she turned her back to the door.
Becky nearly sprinted to the Pokemon lab, her first day with a Pokemon she could call her own. Like all kids she'd used family and school Pokemon in training for her license but today she'd be able to get her own Pokemon.
The current Professor in charge of the lab was the grandson of the Professor who'd given her father his first Pokemon and had told her yesterday he had a surprise for her in his lab. She arrived quickly dodging around another new trainer on his way out of the lab with his new Pokemon and entered the lab itself.
"Ah Becky," greeted the Professor, "I wasn't expecting you so early."
"Why not?" asked Becky as she followed him through the corridor.
"You're father was so late in getting his first Pokemon that there were no Pokemon left, so he had to settle for a Pokemon that was freshly caught and didn't like him at all," replied the Professor smiling, "I remember teasing him about how he arrived here in his pyjamas."
"Sounds like him," smiled Becky remembering the tales her mother told about him.
"In fact," continued the Professor, "I have just the Pokemon for you."
"What do you mean?" asked Becky confused.
He opened the door into his lab and Becky saw a single Pokeball in on the table in front of her. She lifted it up and felt the familiar weight and shape knowing that the contents of this Pokeball would be hers to train, hers to battle and hers to care for. Nervously she pressed the button and released the Pokemon from the Pokeball.