Chapter 1
The wind howled as waves crashed violently against the shore, rain pouring from the stormy skies. In the darkness, a figure lay motionless on the wet sand, barely visible under the flashes of lightning. A young girl, her jacket pulled tight against the biting wind, was hurrying along the beach when her eyes caught the faint outline of someone lying near the water's edge.
Her heart raced as she ran toward him, calling out, but there was no response. The boy lay still, his dark hair matted with sand and seawater. She knelt beside him, shaking his shoulder gently. "Hey! Are you okay?" she asked, but there was no reply. Panic gripped her as she realized he needed help immediately.
Without hesitation, the girl sprinted back toward the town. The storm raged, but she pushed through it, finally reaching the small police station. Bursting through the door, she shouted, "There's a boy on the beach! He's unconscious, and I don't know if he's breathing!"
The police officers quickly gathered their equipment and rushed to the scene. Within moments, they arrived at the beach, the flashing lights of their vehicles illuminating the boy's still figure as they worked to help him.
The boy stirred, groaning softly as he opened his eyes. His vision was blurry, but he could make out the soft glow of light coming from a window nearby. As he blinked, his surroundings became clearer—he was lying in a small room, wrapped in a blanket on a comfortable bed. His head throbbed, and instinctively, he reached up to hold it, wincing in pain.
Slowly, he pushed himself up, his legs feeling weak beneath him as he swung them off the bed. He stood, though unsteadily, and made his way to the door. His bare feet padded softly against the cool floor as he stepped into the hallway. A man in a white lab coat stood waiting outside, his eyes lighting up with relief as he noticed the boy.
"Ah, you've woken up!" the man exclaimed with a warm smile. "I'm glad you're alright! You'd given us all quite the scare!" The man paused, his expression softening with concern. "Can you tell me what you were doing out on the river in that terrible storm?"
The boy pressed his hand against his head again, trying to focus through the haze, but the pain made it hard to think clearly. "I… I don't know," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't remember."
The man raised an eyebrow and stepped closer. "You don't remember? Well, what do you remember at all?"
The boy furrowed his brow in concentration, but nothing came. "Nothing…" he replied, frustration creeping into his voice.
The professor gave him a thoughtful look before glancing down at a small wallet in his hand. "Nothing? Not even your name? We found this on you," he said, holding up an ID card. "It says your name is Ash Ketchum. Does that sound right?"
The boy stared at the ID for a moment. "Ash… Ketchum?" He repeated slowly, as if testing the words. After a beat, he nodded. "Yeah. I guess that's me."
The boy now known as Ash blinked, taking in the professor's words. His head still ached, and though he was grateful for the help, confusion still clouded his mind. He had no memory of how he had gotten here or where he had come from, and every attempt to recall anything only brought more pain. The professor noticed his struggle and smiled kindly.
"So, Ash," the professor began, "you have no idea who or where you are." He spoke gently but with a certain energy, as if eager to help. "I can help you a bit with the 'where.' You're in the Kiraki region, in my house in Germanium Village, to be precise. While you're getting yourself sorted out, feel free to stay here and rest up."
Ash nodded, processing the information slowly. Kiraki… Germanium Village. None of it sparked recognition in his mind.
The professor continued. "Now, I'm sure you're anxious to figure out where you belong. My granddaughter told me you didn't have any Pokémon with you when she found you, which is very dangerous. It's possible that's why you got caught in that storm—you didn't have any Pokémon to protect you!"
Ash's eyes widened slightly at the mention of Pokémon. He knew what they were—that much was clear in his foggy mind—but beyond that, everything felt like a blank slate.
"Fortunately, we can fix that," Professor Cherry said with a bright smile. "I'm a Pokémon researcher, and I have a few Pokémon in my lab I'd be happy to offer you as a partner."
Ash managed a small smile, grateful for the kindness the professor was showing him. "Thanks," he said softly, still trying to make sense of everything.
"Oh! I didn't introduce myself!" the professor suddenly exclaimed, slapping his forehead lightly. "I'm Professor Cherry, head researcher of Pokémon in Kiraki. For some reason, I was thinking you knew that already. But of course, how could you?"
Ash couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the professor's forgetfulness. "It's nice to meet you, Professor Cherry," he replied, a bit more sure of himself now.
"Why don't you meet me in my lab?" Professor Cherry suggested. "But first, go grab some Pokéballs I left for you in the bedroom dresser. Oh, and let me give you these running shoes and your Pokégear! You'll need them if you're going to explore the region."
Ash accepted the items gratefully, though his thoughts remained scattered. With a glance toward the bedroom, he nodded again. "Alright, I'll meet you in the lab after that."
As the professor left, Ash stood in the room for a moment, staring at the Pokégear and running shoes in his hands. Though he couldn't remember much, the items felt oddly familiar—like a tiny spark of something long lost. With a deep breath, he turned back toward the bedroom, ready to take his first steps into the unknown.
Ash made his way down the quiet hallway, still feeling a bit off-balance as the events of the day weighed on him. The rain had finally stopped, and through the window, he could see the gray skies beginning to lighten. After grabbing the Pokéballs, running shoes, and Pokégear, he headed out the door toward Professor Cherry's lab.
The professor's home was small, but his lab was much larger, nestled just a short walk away. Ash pushed open the door, greeted by the familiar scent of books and machinery. Professor Cherry stood near a large table, surrounded by various equipment and Pokéballs, a warm smile on his face.
"Aha. I see you've made it!" the professor exclaimed. "I was hoping I could get you to study one of these three Pokémon for me. Please, take your pick!"
Ash looked over at the table, where three Pokéballs sat neatly arranged. Cherry gestured to them one by one. "The first is Cauldream, a Fairy-type known as the Cauldron Pokémon. Then we have Photowyrm, a Light-type, the LED Pokémon. And lastly, Clowd, a Flying-type, the Cloud Pokémon."
Ash's gaze lingered on Photowyrm. There was something about its description that intrigued him. "I think I'll choose Photowyrm," Ash said with a determined nod.
As Ash reached out and picked up Photowyrm's Pokéball, feeling the weight of his first partner in this new world, the door to the lab suddenly burst open. A boy around his age stormed in, his face set in a cocky grin. "Hah! Don't you know suckers pick first? I'll take this one, then!" The boy walked right up to the table and snatched the Pokéball containing Cauldream without hesitation.
Ash blinked, confused by the boy's boldness. He hadn't even said a word when the professor, equally taken aback, asked, "And who might you be, young man?"
The boy puffed out his chest with a smirk. "Name's Reysh," he declared confidently. "I heard you were just giving away Pokémon to some hobo that washed up on shore—no offense," he added with a shrug in Ash's direction. "So, I thought I could swing by and take one too!"
Professor Cherry frowned, clearly unimpressed by Reysh's attitude. "Well, that's awfully presumptuous of you! I don't just give Pokémon away to anyone who walks in." He paused for a moment, then sighed. "However, I have been meaning to send these Pokémon out with some trainers. If you can demonstrate in battle that you're worthy of Cauldream, I'll let you keep it."
Reysh's eyes lit up with excitement. He bounced on his feet, already eager for the challenge. "Alright! Me and my new Broski are going to take you on!" he shouted, holding up Cauldream's Pokéball triumphantly.
Ash stood his ground, though part of him still felt uncertain. His memories were gone, but something about the thrill of battle stirred something deep inside him. He tightened his grip on Photowyrm's Pokéball and gave a determined nod.
"Let's do this," Ash said, ready for his first battle in the Kiraki region.
Ash took a deep breath as the battle began. He held Photowyrm's Pokéball tightly before calling out his new partner. The light-type Pokémon emerged, its body glowing faintly, illuminating the space. Across from him, Reysh sent out Cauldream, the fairy-type Pokémon letting out a soft, mystical hum.
"Cauldream, use Meditate!" Reysh commanded. The fairy Pokémon closed its eyes, focusing, and its power began to rise.
"Photowyrm, use Flicker!" Ash responded quickly. Photowyrm glowed even brighter, casting a dazzling flash of light that caught Cauldream off guard, lowering its attack.
Reysh scowled. "No problem! Cauldream, Tackle!"
Cauldream rushed forward, slamming into Photowyrm, but Ash didn't flinch. "Photowyrm, counter with Tackle!"
Photowyrm charged back, colliding with Cauldream. The impact sent both Pokémon reeling, but Photowyrm quickly recovered, glowing fiercely. Ash seized the moment.
"Tackle again, let's finish this!"
With a final, determined strike, Photowyrm knocked Cauldream out, securing the victory. Ash smiled, feeling a surge of pride for his new partner.
As the battle concluded, Professor Cherry nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, you've made your point. You're both at least competent in battle," he said, his eyes flicking from Ash to Reysh. "Reysh, you can keep your Cauldream, but you'll owe me for this later on…"
Reysh grinned broadly, clearly pleased with himself. "Woo! Alright, peace. I'm out! I'm going to go have fun with Broski!" He waved casually as he dashed out of the lab, leaving behind an air of confidence—or arrogance.
Professor Cherry sighed softly, watching Reysh leave. "I'll have to keep my eye on that one," he murmured under his breath, before turning back to Ash. "Now, Ash, I imagine you'll be off to figure out where you belong. My suggestion would be to seek out the Gym Leaders. They're community leaders and should know most everyone in their towns."
Ash listened intently as the professor continued. "Argon City is nearby, and it has a gym. If you feel like it, take the Pokédex I've left on the table. It'll help you identify Pokémon on your journey."
Ash glanced at the Pokédex, then back at the professor. Grateful for the advice, he nodded. "Thanks, Professor Cherry. I'll do my best."
The professor gave a reassuring smile, though there was something unreadable in his gaze. "Best of luck out there, Ash. You'll find your way soon enough."
With the Pokédex in hand and a new sense of purpose, Ash left the lab, ready to start his journey in the Kiraki region, unaware of the hidden intentions that lay behind the professor's words.
At the same time, far from the village, a girl with honey-blonde hair stood on the deck of a ship, her eyes scanning the horizon with growing concern. Beside her, a Pikachu and a Sylveon, both tense and alert, mirrored her unease. The wind whipped through her hair as she clenched her fists, worry etched across her face.
"Ash… I hope you're here," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible above the crashing waves.
With determination in her eyes, she continued her journey, her loyal Pokémon by her side, as they sailed toward an uncertain future.
Welcome to the first chapter of the Ash's Kiraki Story. You can see that this is a game from Pokemon Sunday, and I hope you like this first chpater.