Chapter 1
The Two Letters
I slowly woke up and got up from my bed. I went to stretch my arms, but then hesitated because of my bandaged arm. I could see the dark red color of the wound I got about ten days ago. I recollected the dreams I had as I slept at the shrine.
In case we haven't met before, my name is Froakie. I am the Bubble Frog Pokémon. I clock in at one foot tall and weigh in at 15.4 pounds. I had just rested from my first adventure. I had to go to the Shrine of the Giant Pokémon to get a key fragment for restoring the time on the island I live on: Everstone Island.
My mind was still clouded with sleep. I rubbed my eyes a bit to see if I could get more awake. It didn't help. I jumped out of the window of my tree house-like den and onto a lily pad into the pond that touched my tree. I splashed my face with the cool, fresh forest water. It was extremely tempting to hop in and take a swim. Letting the temptation get to me, I said "Why the heck not?" and dove in. It felt great to swim. I checked the bandage to see if it was still on, and it was. I swam for about five minutes and then got back onto the lily pad just to jump back into my house.
As the sun dried me off, I heard the flapping of wings in the distance. Who could that be? I looked out the window and saw Pidgeot. He was one of the few Pokémon that was responsible for delivering mail and such; usually only letters. On rare occasions he would deliver small packages.
"Hoy, Froakie!" he called.
"Hey, Pidgeot," I called back.
"I've got a letter for ya," he said as he flew towards my window.
"Alright!" I said.
He put his beak into the mailbag he carried. He tossed in an envelope through the window. "This is from Feraligatr."
"Thanks!" I said
"No need, just doin' the job!" He turned away to begin to fly off. "Have a terrific day!"
"You too!" I said. Pidgeot flew off.
Once he left, I tore open the envelope. The letter read:
Dear, Froakie…
I would like to have a word with you about your next adventure with Sylveon and Oshawott. This is the first time you three are going on an adventure together. I just want to go over what to expect with this adventure. It will be more difficult and more risky than the last one. Please go to my house whenever you can or when you have time on your hands. That is where we will be meeting from now on. My address is enclosed in the envelope.
-Your Mentor, Feraligatr
I was wondering when we would begin planning that. I hope we didn't have to today, because I need time to relax. I heard flapping of wings again. What's Pidgeot doing back here again? I looked out my window and saw Braviary. But not the Braviary form my province. This Braviary seemed on edge about something, and Braviary from here wasn't ever this tense.
"Is this Froakie of the Central Province?" she said irritably.
"Yes," I replied. "What province are you from?"
"Northern," she said like I was out of my mind. "Why'd you wanna know?"
"I was just wondering!" I said louder than I expected.
"Ugh, you have a stupid letter; take it." She just tossed it recklessly into my window.
"Thanks?" I said questionably.
"Why are all of the Pokémon on this province so rude?!" she screamed as she flew off. Better question is: Why is she so rude?
I disregarded what just happened and tore the envelope open. I didn't even bother to see who it was from. It read:
I actually kinda like you, if ya know what I mean. Wondering how I got your address? Well, our mechanic at our village that I live in, Klinklang, has invented something called a computer, and I looked up "Central Province Froakie address" and found it! Anyway, I may come to your province some day and we can, you know, hang out and do stuff if you know what I mean! Wink!
-Love, Froakie of the Northern Province 3
Okay, so 1) That's really perverted, 2) that's really stalkerish and creepy, 3) underage mating is illegal, and 4) I don't love her. We're only acquaintances. I couldn't think of this, though. I have an adventure to plan.