"Dee gets first pick, since it is her house, and all," Bianca declared. Cheren nodded his head at statement.
"Natrually."
Hilda took a deep breath, and looked to her friends, then back to the present on her desk. While she was happy to have the first pick, she didn't want to be rude.
"It's okay, really," she said, "You guys can pick before me if you…"
Her sentence was interrupted by Bianca nudging her towards the box, exclaiming "Don't be so modest, Dee! Pick one!"
She picked up the box, and felt her heart begin to race.
The Thoughts of Hilda Schafer as she Held the Box
"Are there really living creatures in here?"
On the top of the present, she noticed a card on top of the box. She gently picked it up, showing it from her two friends. She smiled as she saw it. She didn't know why, but there was something about the handwritten note that made this gift even more special.
She read it aloud.
A Note from a Pokemon Professor
Dear Hilda, Cheren, and Bianca,
Inside this box, there are three pokémon for each of you. There is a Oshawatt, and Tepig, and a Snivy. All three pokémon are at level five, so they have the same strength. All I ask is that the three of you will please settle your choices politely. I do not want to be dealing with a repeat of the Ultra Ball incident.
Sincerely, Professor Juniper
Now, I came to know these three friends very well since the Plasma Situation, as we so famously call it. I would like to point out that there is a reason she told them to "settle your choices politely." She had known the three for a very long time, and could name a handful of incidents where their conflicts turned to chaos, such as the Ultra Ball incident. That is actually quite a hilarious story, but I'll save that for another time.
"Of course she would bring that up," Cheren mumbled to himself, "It wasn't that bad."
An Observation
It was.
Hilda ignored her friend, and gently unwrapped the paper. She opened the present with the same precision and concentration that a person would deactivate a bomb. The wrapping paper came off. The box was opened. There were three pokeballs inside, each labeled with the type of pokémon that was inside. However, she didn't look at the labels. Instead, placed the box back down on her desk, closed her eyes, and reached her hand in. In all honesty, she didn't know which of the three she wanted. Instead of weighing the pros and cons of each pokémon, she decided to leave it up to chance.
She moved her hand around the box, her skin grazing each of the pokeballs. They felt smooth. Finally, she grabbed one, and opened her eyes.
"It's a Snivy."
The pokémon she picked was a spoiled, stuck-up, arrogant creature who appeared to think only of herself. When we first met, we weren't exactly the best of friends. However, that little grass type loved Hilda. As stuck up as she was, she liked Hilda from day one. She respected Hilda, and that respect would grow into an inseparable bond.
"Alright! Dee gets Snivy!" Bianca exclaimed, running to the box herself before anyone had a chance to stop her. She picked up the pokeball labeled Oshawott, and hugged it close to her chest.
A Small Fact about Bianca Belleme
She loved water types.
For that pokémon, Bianca was the best thing that would ever happen to it.
She picked up the pokeball labeled Tepig, and through it to Cheren.
"Cheren, that one's yours!"
I would like to point out that Bianca didn't declare herself second choice out of selfishness or greed. No, she was so excited to have a pokémon, she forgot the possibility that Cheren might like to have a say in what pokémon he wanted.
"That's no fair!" he yelled at her, "How come you get to pick out my pokémon?"
He remembered his friend's love for water-types, and the note asking them not to repeat the Ultra Ball incident.
"You know what? Forget it. I wanted Tepig anyways."
The Truth
He didn't want Tepig.
However, Bianca choosing Cheren's Tepig would be one of the most fortunate things that would ever happen to him, even if he didn't realize it yet. However, even if it wasn't the pokémon he wanted, Cheren liked the feel of the ball in his hand. A strange energy that he couldn't explain in words rushed through him. He liked it.
Throughout their many days as trainers, the three would always remember what they were thinking while they held their first pokemon. They would never forget how the world seemed to stop, and for a short while, everything seemed right.
The Thoughts of Bianca Belleme, Cheren Hyuang, and Hilda Schafer as they held their Pokemon
"With this Tepig and my knowledge, I think I can become a champion."
"This is so exciting! This is going to be so fun!"
"How can such a small object hold something as great as a pokemon?"
That's when Bianca said, "I have a really good idea, guys!"
A Point for Future Reference
Anytime Bianca starts a sentence like that, it's never a good idea.
"We should have a pokémon battle! Come on, Dee!"
"Bianca, that's a terrible idea," Cheren said.
A Small Fact
It was a terrible idea.
"Yeah, Bianca," Hilda tried to say, "I mean, we can wait. We haven't even given these guys names yet-"
"Oh, don't worry about it. These guys are weak, they cause any harm."
"Famous last words," Cheren muttered.
Bianca's Famous Last Words
They could do lots of harm.
"Besides, this is how they get stronger."
"Yeah, but-"
"Ready or not, Dee, here I come!"
The battle that came is what would forever be known as The Starters Incident. The three friends had a lot of incidents.
Some chapters will be shorter then others. Like this one, but I'm proud of it. Battles and N will be in the next chapter. Thank you all for reading.