Another Chapter; another bit closer to actually getting somewhere. OCs start being formally introduced soon/next chapter. So be on the look-out.

I'd like to thank the following for reviews: Wings that bring the fate; and Music-Warrior-Nightsong.

Disclaimer: What, no introduction for the disclaimer? What has this world come to?

When I look back at the day we first started our journey, I see that I worried only about the things that wouldn't matter much after I found out about them. But that's the problem with hindsight: you always see 20/20, and almost never remember they way the day had happened; only the way you think it should have happened.

"Here is your Pokedex and six Pokeballs for you." Professor Birch handed my trainer said items. "You just go to any Pokemon Center and hand that to a Nurse Joy, and she'll take care of your Pokemon as well as give you a room for the night." The professor then ran across the room, grabbed something, and then ran back over. He was panting, even though it was about fifty yards that he had run. He handed my trainer a small slip of paper. "That's… a… bike slip. It'll… get you… a free… bike… when you get to Mauville."

My trainer looked at the panting professor curiously, maybe wondering how he recovered so fast, maybe not, and took the slip of paper. "Thanks, Professor." He paused, and then continued his thanks. "For everything." He then walked out the door, myself riding on his head, his brown hair making a nice cushion.

About halfway down the driveway, he pulled out the small, red Pokedex the professor had given him, and started to fiddle around with it. I looked down, trying to see if there was any difference between the Hoenn Pokedex and the Johto Pokedex. But my vantage point was useless, because his hands were covering what his head wasn't.

I heard a small beep, followed by a feminine voice. "Welcome to the Hoenn Pokedex system. Registering your Pokedex… complete." The small machine mad a few whirring sounds, and then spoke again. "Name of Owner: James Williams. Number of Pokemon registered: 1. Names of Party Pokemon: Andrew, Cyndaquil. Uploading information to server… complete. Downloading all current extensions… complete."

We both stared at the handheld machine. It had said both of our names. In fact, how did the machine even know my name? I hadn't even been given one yet by my trainer.

He tried to look up at me, but only succeeded in knocking me off his head. He bent down to pick me up, and then, once I was in his hands, he looked at the Pokedex. "Andrew, huh." He looked at me, and then smiled. "I can live with that. How 'bout you?"

I gave a small "Cynda!" and then focused my full attention on the Pokedex. There was no way that it could know my name when I was legally dead as a human, not captured, and hadn't been renamed by James.

But before I could even begin to try and figure anything out, James put away the Pokedex and continued down the driveway and onto the bustling streets of Littleroot City.

We had gotten out of the city by taking some of the less traveled roads. We went by a small Pokemart in a quite part of town; past a cemetery; and into a forest on the outskirts of town.

We walked past tree after tree, not really paying any attention to our surroundings, lost in our own thoughts.

I thought about everything I knew about Hoenn. Littleroot was the home of the professor. Oldale was the first town that you reach, after a day or two on Route 101. Other than that, I had no knowledge.

My trainer was probably thinking about whomever the first gymleader was and how to get their badge. I really had no insight on him; he seemed to change and go with the flow of things.

We were interrupted out of our thoughts by an electric guitar being played horribly. The noise hurt my sensitive ears and head. It sounded like someone was stringing some cats by their tails and hanging them up to howl all night.

James covered his ears, and walked towards the noise. What we found was a clearing with the guy that was playing the guitar and a Pikachu dancing to the tune.

He noticed us standing at the edge of the clearing and stopped playing. His Pikachu jumped onto his shoulder and he ran over to us. "Hey, hey! Did my music bring you over?"

James and I looked at the guy. He had brown cargo pants and biker shoes on. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just his guitar over his chest. His hair was spiked out in a million directions and was dyed yellow, reminding me almost of a Super Sayan.

"It did…" James began, "but probably not the way you would of wanted it to."

The guy looked at the two of us, maybe sizing us up. He nodded his head, and the Pikachu back-flipped off of his shoulder and onto the grass. He took a few steps back, leaving a small gap between James and himself. He then yelled, "Hey, hey! C'mon! Send out your Pokemon!"

James looked at the guy, then at me, then the guys Pikachu, and back at the guy. "Excuse me?" He asked, both of us not certain that we heard correctly.

"Hey, hey! I challenged you to a Pokemon Battle! Send out your Pokemon now or forfeit!" The guy was holding his guitar again, and the Pikachu looked ready to dance, not battle.

Then what he was asking hit me. He wanted my trainer to send me out to battle that Pikachu. I couldn't do that. Not only was I less than two days old, but I never had battling experience of any kind.

Then some of the bushes on the far side of the improvised battlefield started to shake, and a girl and an Eevee walked out of them. "Hey!" the girl screamed (I was starting to get tired of that word). "Why not try fighting a match against me, instead of some rookie?"

The guy turned around to stare at the girl. James and myself already were. She had deep brown hair, and eyes the shade of storm clouds. She was wearing a Cheri berry red shirt with an ocean blue jacket over it, zipper down. She was also wearing emerald green jeans and shoes.

All three of us stared at the girl, hardly noticing the Eevee with the blue eyes. Then the guy spoke. "Hey, hey!" He started. "What's the big deal, interrupting my battle like that?" He turned to his Pikachu, who was still facing us. "If it's a battle you want then, it'll be a battle you get!"

So I ask one last time: Submit an OC. I could just create most of the characters, but I want to see if any of you have some ideas. Just fill out this abbreviated OC sheet and submit it in an review.

OC Even More General Information Form

Name (and/or Nickname):

Species (Pokemon):

Personality (Basic):

Any noticeable traits? (Extra information):

All characters will be assumed good. Take only one. Do not hand wash. Comes with a free* toy. *Toy given at time of purchase.

Any Grammatical Mistakes? You should know what to do by now. (Is in need of grammatical checker better than Word/Notepad/Other.)