In the depths of the caves of Mt. Silver, there inhabited a boy of nineteen. After another session of intense training with his team against only the strongest wild pokemon of both regions, he finally decided to take the time to rest and heal up his own.
He looked each of them over, fondly, and they did the same. The boy seated himself in front of a large fire onto a nest of pillows and blankets along with a thick sleeping bag. He stared intently into the flames, hand patting gently at the soft, yellow fur of the Pikachu that curled next to him.
He waited patiently. For, he was missing one out of his six-man team. Every now and again he'd send his Charizard out to retrieve mail and packages for him from his loved ones back in Pallet Town, just to keep in touch. If there ever was any. Sometimes, there wasn't. But, it didn't hurt on making sure. Every once a week. It was more routine now.
The loud sound of wings beating the air had broke him out of focus. He turned, then abruptly stood, casually approaching the opposing-looking creature. The large fire pokemon leaned his head down, expecting a reward for his chore. It snorted, loudly from it's nose, the force of air making the hat it's trainer donned fly off just a foot away. The boy petted it's nose affectionately, reaching into his jacket pocket, and offering a handful of berries. The Charizard happily accepted.
As it was eating, the boy had untied a package that was secure around it's neck. He took the package, ripping off the page that had been taped to the wrapping. His crimson eyes scanned the scribbled mess of writing he recognized anywhere.
It was from Professor Oak.
That's right. It was only the Professor and his mother that were actually aware of his whereabouts. And he was just fine with that.
He read the letter:
I hope you are doing well!
Headed to Johto just this morning. Luckily your Charizard had caught me just in time.
Found an egg on my visit to Goldenrod, and gave it to a friend of mine to investigate.
I mention this, because the egg was entrusted with an old acquaintance of ours. I ran into Ripley. What a coincidence!
I gave her her old pokedex with an update for new pokemon. She seemed happy.
I'm hoping you three will meet up again one day.
He pondered the name for a while. Ripley. That sounded quite familiar.
But, he wondered why he was writing all this to him. Suppose it was nice to keep up with what was going on. The mention of an egg did pique his interest. He rarely seen any in Kanto. So, he wondered what type it was. It must have been important if there was a fuss on who would be the one to carry it. And whoever this Ripley character was, she must be a big deal if she was the one trusted with it.
He shrugged, then noticed there was more:
P.S. I also wanted to give you something that was a little more of this generation. It might serve better than keeping updated with letters.
Once you are familiar with it. You can tune in on my Radio show that's broadcasted in Goldenrod along with other stations that might prove useful.
The boy blinked, then set the letter down, taking no time to rip away the brown wrapping of his package.
What an odd-looking thing...
It almost looked like a pokedex, but perhaps maybe with the combination of an address book. There was a map, phone, radio, calendar, clock ect.
It's called the PokeGear.