Chapter1-A Friend from the sky-

"Watch out!"

The boy felt something pushing his back, hard like a rock, growling like a live animal. What is it? Looking back, he wasn't crying anymore, being horribly frighten facing a horned ugly creature head, absolutely big enough to eat him up right there on the spot.

"Rh-yho-rn!"

"Oh my god! Go Mckawl!" The boy was frozen up, the monsters nose opening and closing with strong scent of it breathe making him dizzy. Behind the monster afloat an owl, beating its wing on the wing current, screeching before it dive down toward them, tackling at the monster.

"Rh-Y!" the monster pained, glaring at the bird.

"Now's your chance! Run!" The boy started to move his legs, rushing into the brushes, then noticed the other pokemon there. The large owl flew back and slammed into the rocky pokemons back, which was tipping over the scared little pokemon.

He didn't know what he should call to get its attention. "Mew! Come here!" the boy called, afraid it might not noticed, but it does. Before the rocky pokemon falls back, it comes trotting into the bush, jumping into his arms. It was heavier than he thought.

The fighting seem to wind down, judging from that monster yelping "Rhyhorn" away like a ambulance siren, dimming away. He could hear the footstep of the stranger who saved him coming closer to him. It sounded like a girl from her voice. She leaned down toward him, who was sitting, sounded worried. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." the boy said, timidly stroking the sleeping pokemon. The girl must have noticed something. At the same time she grabbed his left hand, which was bleeding from the wrist. He felt his heart leapt.

"Oh my! Did the Rhyhorn hurts you?" Her voice stringed his brain.

"No, no. I think it was the twig from that bush."

"Well, it doesn't look that deep. It'll be okay." After the relief the girl took her hands from his arm. An awkward silence then they both got up.

"By the way, what's your name?" The girl asked, whom he just noticed she was brown, with black feline ears spurting out of her blond hair and covered with fur. He wasn't surprised with her. She did save his life, and besides, if there's lots of new pokemon appearing everywhere, why not something like us?

"Michael..." He said with the last word gradually disappearing.

"Michael, huh? Mine's Sora, and that's Mckawl, the noctowl." The noctowl cawed, flapping its wing happily. "And who's that nidoran? Looks like a female. Is it yours?"

Michael was still holding the pokemon, breath making little noise through the front teeth. Restraining himself from doing something stupid, like panicking from a simple question, he answered back.

"No."

"So it's a wild one." Why doesn't she stop asking questions?

"I guess so."

"Well I think you two will go great together." Her voice annoyed the heck out of him. "I mean, I never saw an untamed one sleeping in some ones arm!"

"..."

He didn't know why she annoyed him, maybe because she was a stranger to him and was talking to him late at night. He wished that she'd just leave him alone.

Dumbfounded by this silence, Sora began to speak again,"Umm... well it's late. You should go home."

"No" He quickly answered.

"What?"

"Let me come with you!" Michael said instantly without hesitance. "I don't know how to train pokemon, so would you teach me?"

The girl's face lit up, eyes gleaming with delight. "Really! Wow! I always wanted to be a mentor!" Without another short breath, Sora grabbed Michael by his injured arm, which was uncomfortable even without the wound, dragging deeper into the forest and babbling about her fantasy. He didn't get any of it, wandering why he proposed such a thing.

Chapter2-Onward to annoyance!-

Michael couldn't believe it. He was just talking to his parents about going on a pokemon journey, which they opposed it three years ago. Several hours of long conversation at each other, usually yelling and him lying to them, they give in, tossing him some money, walking out of the room. Stuffing some things into an old ragged book bag he found lying around, walked downstairs to where he was standing now.

Leaning on the front door of the only home he knew, clutching his head and thought. Why did he say he wanted to become a pokemon trainer? He wanted to leave Cinnabar Island, but not to travel around the world and catch pokemon! His felt his head ached, at the same time he felt of another presence patting him on the shoulders.

"Hiya Michael! How did it go with your parents?" As always, Sora said with her cheery smile. She was wearing a green vest over a purple tee shirt, oppose to his black tee shirt and jeans.

"Fine, they let me go." He said, trying to ignore whatever she has to say next.

"Really! Really! So what did you name your pokemon?" Tilting her head in question.

"Mew." Michael replied stoically. Sora explained to him that they're going to Pallet town. Her noctowl could only support one person at a time so they decided to get on a ship. This was going to be a long trip.