Ashley Ketchum's alarm clock blared like a wild Jigglypuff concert gone wrong. She groaned and slapped at it blindly, missing twice before finally smacking it silent with a loud clunk. The sunlight was merciless, creeping in through the gap in her curtains and landing right across her face. "Ugh, Sun! Take a hint," she mumbled, yanking her blanket over her head. For a split second, she entertained the brilliant idea of using Dig to escape deeper under the covers. Her toes wiggled as if prepping for action, but her brain kicked in a moment later.
Today wasn't just any day—it was the day.
Her eyes shot open like a Staryu's gem, and she bolted upright in bed, her blanket flying off her like a Togekiss taking off. "Today's my first day as a trainer!" she squealed, practically vibrating with excitement. She threw her legs over the side of her bed and stood up so fast she almost tripped on her Pikachu-patterned pajama pants.
Ashley spun around her room, arms wide as if she could hug the entire day. The room was a chaotic mix of childhood memories and budding trainer aspirations. A stack of Pokémon magazines was precariously leaning near the bookshelf, a half-finished Poké Ball puzzle sat abandoned on her desk, and a hand-drawn poster of the Indigo League hung above her bed. On her dresser, her stuffed Jigglypuff stared at her with judgmental button eyes, clearly unimpressed by her morning theatrics.
"Sorry, Puff," she said with a cheeky grin, giving it a quick pat as she sprinted to the bathroom.
Ashley tossed her pajamas onto the bathroom floor with the precision of someone who absolutely planned to clean up later—probably, maybe. She turned on the shower, letting the water heat up, and grabbed her toothbrush. Foam bubbled as she brushed, leaning against the sink and glancing at her reflection in the slightly fogging mirror. The excitement buzzing under her skin was almost enough to distract her from the fact that it was stupidly early. Almost.
She rinsed out her mouth, rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, and then stepped into the shower. The first blast of water hit her like a Water Gun attack, startling her. "Whoa! Cold! Cold!" she yelped, hopping on the spot until the warmth kicked in. As the steam filled the small bathroom, she let out a long, satisfied sigh. The hot water ran down her face and arms, washing away the last hints of grogginess.
"This is worth it," she mumbled to herself, tilting her head back under the spray. Waking up this early wasn't her usual vibe—she preferred to roll out of bed closer to brunch than sunrise—but today was special. Today, she'd be the first one at Professor Oak's lab. No way was she letting Gary Oak, of all people, beat her there.
Her fingers absently traced the tiles on the shower wall, following the faint grooves and patterns like they might somehow ground her racing thoughts. The water cascaded down her back, warm and steady, but her mind was anything but calm. She'd been waiting for this moment forever—or at least it felt that way. Back when she was a kid, turning 10 had seemed like the magical finish line, the moment when her whole life would finally begin. Ten was the age when trainers got their first Pokémon, hit the road, and became legends in the making. It was supposed to be her golden age, her ticket to adventure.
But then, just as that dream was within reach, it had all been snatched away. That law. She could still hear the monotone voice of the news anchor breaking the story, his expression painfully neutral, as if he didn't realize—or didn't care—that he was crushing the dreams of kids everywhere.
"No trainers under 18," she muttered now, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she mimicked his dry tone. Her hand tightened into a fist against the tile, and she gave a frustrated sigh. She'd been furious back then, a bubbling volcano of anger and disappointment. For weeks, she'd stormed around the house, demanding answers from her parents, from the universe, from anyone who'd listen.
She tilted her head back, letting the water soak through her hair before grabbing the shampoo and squeezing a dollop into her palm. Her movements were quick, almost aggressive, as she scrubbed it into her scalp. Back then, she'd pleaded with her parents to make an exception for her. She'd argued with every ounce of passion her ten-year-old self could muster, insisting she was ready, that she could handle it.
"I need to go!" she remembered shouting one night at dinner, her voice cracking with frustration. "You don't get it—this is my chance!"
Her parents' calm, steady replies had only made her angrier. They'd explained the reasoning behind the law, talked about dropout rates and how young trainers often got in over their heads. They'd told her stories about kids who had gone out too young, unprepared for the dangers that lurked in forests, caves, and even the seemingly peaceful open roads. Kids who didn't come home.
She'd hated every word of it. To her, it had all felt like a giant conspiracy, an unfair punishment for something she hadn't even done. The adults were overreacting. She wouldn't have been one of those kids. She'd have been smart, careful, unstoppable. That's what she told herself.
Ashley scrubbed harder, her fingers working through the tangles in her hair with a little too much force. The suds foamed up around her hands, and she closed her eyes, trying to push the memory away.
Even after the initial fury had faded, the disappointment lingered, like a heavy weight pressing on her chest. She remembered watching Gary Oak waltz around town with his smug grin, bragging about how he'd totally have been a champion already if it weren't for "that stupid law." Of course, he'd framed it like he was the biggest victim, and Ashley had wanted to punch him square in his overconfident face. Not because he was wrong, but because she felt the same way—and she hated that he was better at pretending he didn't care.
The water rinsed the shampoo from her hair, and she exhaled hard, the sound echoing slightly in the steamy bathroom. Back then, she'd thought the whole thing was just a cruel joke, a way to keep kids like her from achieving their dreams. But now? Now, she could kind of see where they were coming from. Kind of.
She reached for the conditioner, her fingers moving slower now, more deliberate. It had taken years, but she'd come to understand that being a trainer wasn't just about the battles and the badges. It was about responsibility, strategy, and knowing when to push forward and when to hold back. The world wasn't as simple as she'd thought at ten. There were dangers out there—real ones—and she wasn't invincible.
But now, at 18, she was ready. Stronger, smarter, tougher. She'd learned to take care of herself, to think on her feet, and to face challenges head-on. And yeah, graduating high school hadn't exactly been a walk in the park either, but she'd done it.
She smirked, rinsing the last of the soap from her hair as she thought about Gary again. He might've been born with an ego the size of a Snorlax, but at least she had one thing over him now: maturity. Not that she'd ever say that to his face—his head was already big enough. But still, it felt good to know she'd earned this moment.
"Take that, Gary Oak," she muttered under her breath, flicking the water off her hands with a sense of finality.
She reached out and twisted the shower knob with a decisive click, the last few drops of water splashing onto the tiles with faint echoes. The steady stream of warmth that had cocooned her faded, replaced by the cool air pressing against her skin. Wrapping herself in a fluffy towel, Ashley stood for a moment, letting the heat from her shower linger before reality reeled her back in. The air was thick with steam, swirling lazily around the bathroom like a soft fog. She swiped her hand across the fogged-up mirror, revealing her reflection—a face flushed from the hot water, damp strands of black hair clinging to her cheeks.
"Looking good, future champion," she muttered, her voice just above a whisper, as if the bathroom itself might somehow share in her excitement. Her lips curled into a quick, confident grin, and she gave herself a playful wink. It wasn't bravado, not really—it was more like a promise, a reminder to herself that today was hers to own.
Her long black hair dripped down her back, tiny rivulets of water running along the towel's edge and pooling at her feet. With a flick of her wrist, she grabbed the comb resting on the sink and started working through the tangles. The teeth of the comb caught here and there, and she winced, muttering under her breath about "snarls tougher than a wild Onix." Still, she persisted, humming softly as she worked, a melody that vaguely resembled the PokéRap. The rhythm seemed to lighten her mood, and by the time she was finished, her hair fell in a sleek, damp curtain over her shoulders, smooth and untangled.
The bathroom had started to feel like a sauna, and Ashley pushed the door open, stepping into the cooler air of the hallway. A shiver ran through her as the early-morning chill nipped at her skin, making her toes curl slightly against the hardwood floor. From somewhere outside, she could hear the soft, familiar chirps of Pidgey, their calls blending with the distant, rhythmic sound of waves from the Pallet coastline. The world outside was waking up, and so was she.
The soft morning light filtered through the pale curtains, casting a golden glow over everything. The faint dust motes floating lazily in the light made her pause for a second, taking in how quiet and still the room felt compared to the buzz of her own thoughts. But there was no time to linger. She tossed her towel into the laundry basket with a quick flick of her wrist, already moving toward her closet.
It was time to suit up.
Her outfit was laid out exactly where she'd left it the night before, a stark contrast to the piles of magazines, Poké Ball stickers, and half-folded clothes that cluttered the rest of her space. There was something almost ceremonial about it, like the clothes themselves had been waiting for this moment as much as she had. She slipped into her red skirt first, the pleats swishing lightly as they settled against her legs. The fabric felt familiar, like slipping into a role she'd been rehearsing for years.
Next came the white button-up shirt. The material was crisp and cool against her skin as she worked her way down the row of buttons. It fit just right—snug but not too tight. She tugged on the black vest over the shirt, smoothing it out before adjusting it until it sat perfectly. Satisfied, she bent down and grabbed her sneakers from under her desk. They were a little scuffed, the red on the sides faded in places from years of running through Pallet Town's winding paths and grassy fields. But they were reliable, and reliable was exactly what she needed today. She laced them up with practiced speed, double-knotting them out of habit. No loose laces to trip her up—not today.
Her pink and black backpack was propped up against her desk chair, and she swung it onto her shoulders with practiced ease. She double-checked the contents like her life depended on it: Potions? Check. Snacks? Double check. A roll of extra socks? Probably unnecessary, but also check. She tugged the straps tight, feeling the comforting weight of it on her back.
Finally, her eyes landed on her most prized possession: her red and white Poké Ball hat. It hung from the corner of her mirror, waiting like a crown ready to be claimed. She grabbed it carefully, turning it over in her hands as her thumb brushed across the brim. The fabric was worn in spots, soft from years of use. This wasn't just a hat—it was a piece of her story. It had been with her through every stage of her dream: the early days of imagining her first battle, the frustration of waiting for her chance, and now, this moment.
Ashley stood there for a beat, holding the hat in her hands, her heart pounding just a little faster. It wasn't just an accessory—it was a symbol of everything she wanted to become. With a deep breath, she set it firmly on her head, tilting it back just enough to add a hint of attitude. She glanced at herself in the mirror, the corners of her lips twitching into a smirk.
"Perfect," she said, the word slipping out like a declaration.
Her reflection stared back, not just as Ashley Ketchum, the girl from Pallet Town, but as someone ready to take on the world. Today wasn't just another day—it was the start of everything she'd been dreaming of. And she was ready.
Ashley spun on her heel, taking one last look around her room. Her eyes lingered on her bed, still rumpled from her mad dash out of it, and then on the little framed photo on her desk. It was a picture of her and her parents, standing in front of the Pallet Town sign, grinning like a trio of Meowth that had just scored a payday. "I've got this," she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips.
She left her room, the door creaking slightly as it closed behind her. The familiar sound of her mom bustling around the kitchen floated up from downstairs, along with the faint clink of dishes. Ashley couldn't help but grin as her sneakers squeaked against the wooden stairs as she bounded down, two steps at a time, her bag bouncing lightly against her back. The warm smells of freshly made breakfast pulling her in like a lure on a line. Her mom, was standing near the counter, her apron slightly dusted with flour, and Mimey was bustling about, balancing plates of toast and pancakes on one arm like a pro waiter. Meanwhile, her dad sat at the kitchen table, his Ranger jacket slung casually over the back of the chair. His Flareon was curled up neatly at his feet, her fur glowing faintly in the sunlight streaming through the window. On the sofa, Raichu sprawled like a lazy king, its his flicking lazily to the side.
"Morning, champ!" her dad called out, raising his mug of coffee in a toast. He had a voice like a Growlithe's bark—warm, full of energy, and just a little rough around the edges.
"Morning, Dad!" Ashley chirped back, throwing her bag onto a nearby chair and sliding into her usual seat. She grabbed a piece of toast off the stack Mimey set down, giving the Pokémon an appreciative nod. "Thanks, Mimey!"
"Mime-mime!" Mimey responded with a cheerful wave, already shuffling back to grab another dish.
Her mom walked over and plopped a glass of orange juice in front of her. "Eat up, Ashley. You're going to need your strength today." Her tone was light, but there was that mom-level seriousness underneath it that made Ashley nod and take a big bite of toast without protest.
Her dad leaned back in his chair, his hand absently scratching Flareon's ears. "So, you've got everything packed, right? Spare socks, Potions, antidotes? And you remember how to pitch a tent?"
Ashley rolled her eyes, crumbs falling from her mouth as she spoke. "Yes, Dad. I'm not gonna, like, wander into the wilderness and immediately get lost or something."
"Good," he said, smirking. "Because I've seen what happens when rookie trainers forget the basics. Trust me, you don't want to end up sleeping under a Beedrill nest."
Ashley made a face. "Ew, gross. Thanks for that mental image."
Raichu stretched from his spot on the sofa, letting out a long yawn, and shot her a look that was somewhere between amused and unimpressed. His cheeks sparked faintly, a sign he was perfectly content to laze the morning away.
Her mom sat down next to her and rested a hand on her shoulder. "Just promise you'll use the PokéNav we gave you for your last birthday, okay? Once a week. Minimum."
Ashley nodded, swallowing another bite. "I will, I promise! You're just a call away. I won't forget."
Her dad, ever the over-preparer, chimed in. "And if you run into trouble, remember to use the emergency frequency I programmed in there. And—"
"Dad," Ashley interrupted, holding up a hand. "I've got it. Emergency frequency. Call if I need help. Don't try to fight an Onix with a Pidgey. I've been listening to you tell me this stuff since I could walk."
He laughed, his grin crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Fair enough, kiddo. But, just in case…" He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small case. He slid it across the table toward her.
Ashley raised an eyebrow as she picked it up and clicked it open. Inside were several small disks, the kind trainers would instantly recognize. "TMs?" she asked, her eyes widening.
"Reusable TMs," her dad corrected with a wink. "I picked these up back during my own journey. They've served me well, and now they're yours. Protect, Swift, Double Team, Substitute, and Hidden Power. You use these right, and you'll be ready for anything."
Ashley's jaw dropped as she stared at the disks, her fingers brushing over the smooth surface of the one labeled Protect. "Dad, this is… this is awesome! Are you sure? These are, like, legit vintage."
"Of course, I'm sure," he said, leaning forward and tapping the case. "I want you to have the best start you can. Besides, I've got other tricks up my sleeve. You think I made Ace Ranger rank by being unprepared?"
Ashley laughed and snapped the case shut, carefully tucking it into her bag. "Thanks, Dad. Seriously. This is gonna help so much."
Her mom smiled warmly, her hand still on Ashley's shoulder. "We're so proud of you, sweetheart. I know you've been waiting for this day for a long time."
Ashley glanced between her parents, her chest tightening with a mix of excitement and emotion. They'd always been her biggest supporters, even when she was just a kid running around Pallet Town pretending to battle imaginary trainers. Now it was real. Now, she was about to step into the world for real.
"Don't go getting all mushy on me now," she teased, though her voice wavered slightly. She stood up, slinging her bag back over her shoulder and adjusting her hat. "Alright. I've got a lab to get to, and a Pokémon to pick!"
Her dad stood as well, giving her a firm clap on the back that almost made her stumble. "That's the spirit. Go get 'em, champ."
Flareon yawned and stretched, watching her with bright eyes, while Raichu gave a half-hearted wave with its tail. Mimey gave a cheerful "Mime!" as she headed for the door, her parents following behind.
Ashley turned back at the last second, her grin wide and full of determination. "Next time you see me, I'll have a whole team of awesome Pokémon, and a complete set of badges!"
Her parents waved as Ashley stepped out the front door. The sunlight spilling over Pallet Town like a warm, golden blanket. The morning air was crisp and clean, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers from the nearby fields. Her bag felt comfortably heavy on her shoulders, a reassuring reminder that she was finally about to set out on her long-awaited journey. But before she could head to the lab, she paused at the edge of the path, glancing toward the backyard.
She couldn't leave without saying goodbye to the rest of her dad's Pokémon. These were the Pokémon that had been there since she was little, the ones who'd let her climb all over them when she was barely tall enough to reach their knees. They were family.
With a determined nod, Ashley jogged around the house, the grass crunching softly beneath her sneakers. The backyard opened up into a spacious training area, a mix of dirt patches and lush grass surrounded by a wooden fence. Her dad's Pokémon team was scattered around, basking in the morning light or quietly going about their routines. The sight of them made her grin so wide her cheeks hurt.
Rapidash was the first to notice her, her flame-tipped mane flickering gently in the breeze like a living torch. The fiery horse Pokémon stood near the far end of the yard, her sleek, cream-colored body practically glowing in the sunlight. Her powerful legs, lean and strong, were dusted with a faint sheen of sweat from an earlier gallop, and her long tail burned just as brightly as her mane, sending small flickers of heat into the cool morning air. Rapidash's dark, intelligent eyes locked onto Ashley as she approached, her ears twitching at the sound of her voice. The rhythmic sway of her flames cast flickering shadows across the ground, adding a warm glow to the grassy yard.
"Hey, girl!" Ashley called, slowing her brisk walk to a casual saunter. Her grin widened as Rapidash lifted her regal head, nickering softly, the sound low and musical. The Pokémon's long, graceful neck arched slightly, and she trotted a few steps closer to meet her, her movements as fluid and elegant as water flowing downhill.
Ashley reached out a hand, and Rapidash lowered her head to nuzzle her palm, the warmth of her velvety nose instantly noticeable. She could feel the heat radiating off her body—not scorching, but comforting, like standing near a campfire. "I'm heading out today. Can't leave without saying goodbye, though." Her voice softened as she ran her hand down Rapidash's smooth neck, her fingertips brushing the short fur that framed the base of the creature's flickering mane.
Rapidash nickered again, her breath warm against her hand. Ashley laughed quietly, giving her a gentle scratch behind one of her ears. "Keep an eye on Dad for me, okay? He's gonna need you to remind him not to overdo it."
The Pokémon whinnied softly, a sound that almost seemed amused. her ears twitched as if to say, I've got it covered. Rapidash leaned into her touch for a moment longer before stepping back, her flames flickering brighter, almost in a show of encouragement.
Ashley's grin lingered as she turned toward the yard's center, where Rhyhorn was sprawled in a patch of soft dirt, half-dozing under the morning sun. The massive Pokémon's rocky hide gleamed faintly, each crag and ridge catching the light and giving it the appearance of a living boulder. His sturdy frame was both imposing and oddly endearing, with a jagged horn protruding from his head like a small mountain peak.
As Ashley approached, Rhyhorn let out a low rumbling breath that made the ground beneath her feet tremble slightly. His thick tail twitched lazily, stirring up small clouds of dust. "Hey, big guy," she said, crouching beside the Pokémon and resting a hand on one of his massive, rough legs. The texture felt like sun-warmed stone beneath her fingers. "Bet you'll miss me yelling at you to stop knocking over the garden fence, huh?"
Rhyhorn cracked one heavy-lidded eye open, his dark pupil glinting in the sunlight. He let out a short, huffy snort that ruffled Ashley's hair, clearly too comfortable in his lazy sprawl to do much else.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. It wasn't always your fault," Ashley said with a mock-sigh, giving the rocky leg a couple of firm pats. "Still, try to behave while I'm gone, okay? I'd rather not come home to find half the yard flattened."
With a mischievous grin, she reached up and gave his horn a playful tap. Rhyhorn rumbled softly, his eyelid drooping closed again as if to say, No promises. Ashley laughed and stood, brushing the dirt off her hands as she took a step back to admire her dad's Pokémon.
A shadow passed over her, swift and deliberate, and Ashley instinctively glanced up. Pidgeot, her dad's majestic Flying-type Pokémon, descended in a graceful arc, sunlight glinting off her sleek, golden-brown feathers. Her broad wings sliced through the air with ease, each feather so perfectly arranged it looked as though she'd spent hours preening. She landed a few feet away, her talons making only the softest sound as they touched the earth. The motion was fluid, practiced, and undeniably elegant.
Pidgeot stretched her wings wide before tucking them neatly against her sides, the tips brushing the ground for just a moment. Her sharp, amber eyes locked onto Ashley's, their intensity softened by a spark of recognition and affection. A small breeze followed her descent, ruffling Ashley's hair and the hem of her skirt.
"Show-off," Ashley teased, her grin widening as she held out an arm. Pidgeot stepped closer, her head tilting slightly, giving her the haughty-but-friendly look that was her trademark. With a soft chirp, she nuzzled Ashley's forearm, her beak surprisingly gentle for something so sharp.
Ashley ran her fingers over the smooth, sleek feathers of Pidgeot's head, tracing the faint gradient of gold into warm red that crowned her like a crest. "You've always been the cool one, huh? Don't let it go to your head." Her fingers trailed down one of Pidgeot's wings, carefully brushing along the edge where the feathers tapered into a sharp, almost blade-like structure. The texture was soft yet firm, a testament to Pidgeot's power in flight.
Pidgeot cooed softly, the sound rolling like a low chuckle as she puffed out her chest and ruffled her feathers. It was as if she were saying, Too late.
Ashley laughed, shaking her head as Pidgeot gave a satisfied shake of her tail feathers before stepping back. "Yeah, yeah, we all know you're amazing. Don't get used to hearing it, though."
As Pidgeot settled herself back into a proud stance, Ashley's gaze shifted to the far end of the yard, where Venusaur was sprawled beneath the shade of a sprawling oak tree. The massive Grass-and-Poison-type Pokémon looked completely at ease, his wide, leafy hide blending almost seamlessly with the greenery around him. The enormous flower on his back, a burst of vibrant reds and pinks with a thick green stem, seemed to glow in the dappled sunlight filtering through the branches above. The petals fanned open like a natural parasol, catching and refracting the light like stained glass.
"Hey, buddy," Ashley called out as she jogged over, her sneakers crunching against the grass. Venusaur turned his massive head toward her, his deep, earthy eyes glinting with familiarity and fondness. He let out a low rumble, a sound that vibrated through the ground beneath her feet. It was a greeting as much as an acknowledgment.
Ashley didn't hesitate, leaning her back against his broad, rough flank like she'd done a hundred times before. His hide was textured like bark, sturdy and ancient-feeling, and it radiated a faint warmth, as if the sun's energy was stored inside him. Her hand automatically reached out to pat his side, the leaves brushing against her fingertips as she did.
"Thanks for always being there," she said, her voice soft but clear. "You're like... the wise old grandpa of the team, you know that?"
Venusaur let out another rumble, deeper this time, and Ashley swore it sounded suspiciously like a laugh. His massive body shifted slightly, almost as if he were nodding.
"What? It's a compliment!" she added with mock indignation, tapping his hide gently. "Anyway, I'm gonna miss you. Don't let Dad slack off on his training, okay? You've got the authority to keep him in line."
Venusaur turned his head slightly, his large, expressive eyes meeting hers. After a moment, he gave a slow, deliberate nod. Ashley smiled, pressing her hand flat against his rough skin and letting the warmth seep into her palm.
As she straightened up, she let her eyes wander across the yard, taking in the sight of her dad's Pokémon one more time. Rapidash stood proudly by the fence, her flame-tipped mane and tail flickering like living fire. She nickered softly, stamping a hoof against the ground as if to say, You've got this. Pidgeot flapped her wings once, creating a small gust that stirred the air and made the leaves rustle. Rhyhorn, still sprawled in his patch of dirt, snorted in contentment, shifting slightly to settle himself more comfortably. Venusaur rumbled again, his flower swaying gently in the breeze.
They weren't just her dad's Pokémon—they were her family. They'd been there for every scraped knee, every impromptu training session, every silly idea she'd ever had. The realization hit her like a soft but firm nudge to the chest: she wasn't just leaving her house or her town. She was leaving them, too.
Her chest tightened slightly, but she pushed the feeling down, determination flaring in its place. She adjusted the brim of her hat, her fingers steady and sure. "Alright, everyone," she said, her voice rising with confidence. "Next time you see me, I'll have my own team. And trust me, they're gonna be just as awesome as you, guys. Maybe even better."
Rapidash whinnied, her mane flaring brighter for a moment. Pidgeot let out a low, melodic trill, her wings spreading briefly in a display of approval. Rhyhorn gave another snort, his rocky hide shifting as he turned his head lazily toward her. Venusaur rumbled one last time, his flower swaying as if nodding in agreement.
Ashley laughed, the sound bright and free, as she took a step back toward the path leading out of the yard. "Yeah, yeah, I'll try not to get a big head about it," she teased, waving a hand over her shoulder.
As she walked away, she couldn't resist glancing back one last time. The Pokémon were still watching her, their gazes steady and supportive. It was like they were silently saying, We're proud of you. Now go make your own story.
Her grin widened as she turned forward, her hand brushing the brim of her hat again. "Watch out, Kanto," she muttered under her breath, her voice full of determination. "Here I come."
Ashley's grin widened, and she broke into a jog, her bag bouncing against her back. The lab wasn't far now, and she could practically feel the anticipation buzzing in the air. This was it. Her journey was officially about to begin. And she was ready.
Ashley hummed under her breath, a cheerful tune that seemed to match the rhythm of her skipping feet. The dirt path leading toward the lab stretched ahead of her, but she wasn't in a hurry. She'd waited years for this moment; a few extra minutes wouldn't hurt. Besides, Pallet Town deserved a proper goodbye.
The morning sunlight bathed the quaint little village in a warm glow, making every blade of grass and patch of wildflowers sparkle like they'd been dusted with glitter. She paused near a patch of daisies growing along the roadside, crouching down to gently brush her fingers over the petals. "Gonna miss these little details," she murmured before standing back up and brushing the dirt off her knees.
Pidgey flitted between the rooftops, their chirps filling the air with a kind of music only Pallet Town could offer. Ashley's gaze followed one of them as it darted down toward the cobblestone path that led to the main square. A little kid, maybe four or five, was tossing breadcrumbs onto the ground, giggling as a small flock of Pidgey pecked at the crumbs.
She smiled and kept moving, her sneakers kicking up tiny clouds of dust as she walked. Just ahead, the familiar scent of freshly baked bread wafted from the open windows of the local bakery. As she passed by, old Mrs. Abbott was setting a tray of rolls out on a table by the front door, her apron dusted with flour.
"Well, if it isn't Ashley Ketchum!" the elderly woman called out, shading her eyes from the sun with one hand. "Big day, huh?"
Ashley stopped, turning on her heel to face her. "You bet it is, Mrs. Abbott! First day as a trainer. I'm finally hitting the road!"
Mrs. Abbott chuckled, her wrinkled face crinkling with warmth. "About time, if you ask me. You've been talking about this since you were knee-high to a Poliwag. Here." She reached for one of the rolls and handed it to Ashley, who took it with wide eyes.
"For me? Thanks, Mrs. Abbott!"
"Don't mention it, dear. You're going to need your strength out there. And don't forget—when you're a big-time trainer, you'll still be from Pallet Town. Make us proud."
Ashley gave her a mock salute, holding the roll in her other hand. "Will do! Pallet Town's going to be famous because of me, just you wait."
She waved goodbye and took a bite of the roll as she continued walking. It was still warm, the buttery flavor melting on her tongue. She sighed contentedly, glancing toward the fields on the edge of town where Tauros grazed lazily in the distance. A farmer leaned against the fence, watching over them with a straw hat tilted low over his face.
"Don't let those Tauros get too comfortable, Mr. Haywood!" Ashley called out, grinning as the old man straightened up.
"They won't, as long as you don't scare 'em off with all your hollerin'," he teased, tipping his hat at her. "Good luck out there, Ashley."
"Thanks! I'll bring you a souvenir from the Indigo Plateau!" she shouted back, her voice carrying easily across the open field.
The road curved slightly, leading her toward a familiar grove of trees that bordered Pallet Town. Ashley slowed her pace, her fingers brushing against the rough bark of one of the old oaks. This had been her playground once, back when her biggest dream was climbing high enough to see over the rooftops. She stopped at one particular tree and squinted up at a low branch. Sure enough, the faint carving she and her childhood friends had etched into the bark was still there: a Poké Ball surrounded by their initials.
"Still here, huh?" she said softly, tracing the lines with her fingertip. She stepped back and smiled, giving the tree a small pat before moving on.
As she neared the town square, a familiar figure came into view. Old Mr. Tanaka sat on a bench near the fountain, tossing small handfuls of Pokémon Treats to his Growlithe, who barked happily as it chased after them. Ashley stopped a few steps away, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.
"Doesn't Growlithe ever get tired of being spoiled, Mr. Tanaka?"
The old man looked up, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Spoiled? This boy works hard guarding my house. He deserves it! Besides, shouldn't you be on your way to the lab? Don't tell me you're slacking already."
Ashley snorted, sticking out her tongue. "Yeah, right. I just wanted to take my time. You know, soak it all in before I head out."
Mr. Tanaka nodded, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "That's smart. The world's a big place, kiddo. Don't forget where you came from."
"I won't," she promised, giving him a small wave as she turned to go. "See you around, Mr. Tanaka. Don't let Growlithe eat too many treats!"
The elder laughed, his voice carrying after her as she walked away. "No promises!"
Ashley's steps slowed as she reached the top of a small hill overlooking the rest of Pallet Town. She stopped, her hand automatically going to the brim of her hat. From here, she could see everything—the cozy houses, the fields stretching toward the horizon, the glimmer of water where the river met the sea.
This was her home. It always would be. But now, it was time to leave it behind and find her place in the world. Taking a deep breath, Ashley started back down the hill, her destination clear in her mind.
Professor Oak's lab was waiting. And so was her first Pokémon.
The dirt path led her to the towering gates of Professor Oak's lab, the building standing tall on a slight hill overlooking Pallet Town. The polished dome of its roof gleamed in the sunlight, and a slight breeze rustled the bushes lining the walkway. Ashley adjusted her hat and took a deep breath, gripping the straps of her backpack as she stepped forward.
The lab doors slid open with a faint whoosh, revealing the familiar sterile but welcoming interior. The faint hum of machinery filled the air, and shelves crammed with Poké Balls, books, and Pokémon research equipment lined the walls.
"Professor Oak! I'm here!" she called out, her voice echoing through the space.
A clatter came from somewhere deeper in the lab, followed by hurried footsteps. Professor Oak appeared from behind a desk piled high with papers, a half-eaten sandwich in one hand and a pencil tucked behind his ear. His eyebrows shot up when he saw her.
"Ashley? What are you doing here so early?" he asked, brushing crumbs from his lab coat. "I didn't expect you for at least another hour."
Ashley smirked, leaning on the edge of a nearby table. "What can I say? I wanted to beat Gary. Can't let that guy hog all the glory, right?"
Oak chuckled, shaking his head. "I see you haven't lost your competitive spirit. Well, since you're here, let's not waste any time." He set down his sandwich and gestured for her to follow him deeper into the lab.
Ashley trailed behind, her sneakers squeaking faintly against the polished floor. As they walked, she couldn't help but glance around at all the equipment. Monitors displayed data on various Pokémon, and a sleek machine in the corner hummed softly as it processed a tray of Poké Balls. She spotted a few lab assistants working at their stations, each one immersed in their tasks. One of them gave her a polite nod as she passed, and she nodded back.
They stopped in front of a raised platform, where three Poké Balls rested on a tray under a spotlight. Ashley's heart skipped a beat as she stared at them. This was it—the moment she'd been dreaming about for years.
Professor Oak carefully picked up the first Poké Ball, its surface gleaming under the bright lab lights as he turned it in his hand. "Alright, Ashley. As you know, we've got three choices for new trainers in the Kanto region. First up, Bulbasaur—the Grass and Poison type. A solid choice for beginners, with excellent balance in offense and defense." He pressed the button on the ball, and with a flash of white light, the Pokémon materialized in front of them.
Bulbasaur stood confidently, its stubby legs planted firmly on the lab's smooth floor. Its round, blue-green body was covered in darker, patchy spots, and the bulb on its back glowed faintly as if catching some of the light in the room. Its large, red eyes blinked up at Ashley with curiosity, and it tilted its head slightly, letting out a soft, inquisitive "Bulba?"
Ashley crouched down, resting her elbows on her knees as she smiled warmly at the Pokémon. Up close, she could see the fine texture of its skin, almost like the surface of a leaf. "Hey there, little guy," she said, her voice light and friendly. Bulbasaur's ears twitched, and it took a tiny step forward, sniffing the air. "You're adorable," Ashley added with a chuckle, reaching out as if to touch it but stopping short. "But let's see the others first, okay?"
Bulbasaur let out a small, almost understanding sound, stepping back as Professor Oak pressed the button on the Poké Ball again. In another flash of light, Bulbasaur disappeared, its bulb dimming as it was safely recalled.
Oak moved to the next ball, holding it up with a practiced motion. "Next, we have Squirtle, a Water type. Known for its strong defensive abilities and versatility in battle." He clicked the button, and this time the light gave way to the compact form of a tiny turtle Pokémon.
Squirtle's shell caught the light, its smooth surface shining as if freshly polished. Its round, cheerful face lit up as it immediately struck a pose, puffing out its chest and placing its tiny hands on its hips. "Squirt!" it chirped, its voice high and full of energy.
Ashley grinned, standing up to get a better look. "A natural show-off, huh? I like your style." She knelt back down, watching as Squirtle's big brown eyes tracked her movements. Its tail, curled like a perfect spiral, swished back and forth behind it. Tentatively, she reached out to pat its smooth, shiny head, and Squirtle leaned into the touch, clearly enjoying the attention.
"Alright, you're cool," Ashley said, standing again and brushing off her knees. "But let's see who's next."
Professor Oak chuckled softly as he recalled Squirtle, the little Pokémon disappearing in a flash of red light. He picked up the third and final Poké Ball, the small smile on his face deepening. "And finally, Charmander, a Fire type. Known for its fiery spirit and strong bond with its trainer."
When Oak pressed the button, the flash of light seemed brighter than the others—or maybe that was just Ashley's imagination. As the light faded, Charmander appeared, its small, lizard-like body standing upright with its tail flame flickering like a tiny torch. Its bright orange skin practically glowed in the lab's light, and its large, sky-blue eyes locked onto Ashley's almost instantly.
"Char…" it said softly, its voice quieter than the others had been, but no less full of wonder. It tilted its head slightly, its tail swaying behind it in slow, curious arcs.
Ashley's breath caught in her chest. There was something about the way Charmander looked at her—like it already trusted her, even though they'd just met. She crouched down again, lowering herself to its level, and held out her hand, palm up. "Hey there, buddy," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Charmander hesitated for a moment, then took a small step forward, sniffing her fingers carefully. After a second, it leaned in and nuzzled her palm, its warm, smooth nose brushing against her skin. Ashley's heart swelled, and she let out a small laugh. "Looks like you and me are gonna be a team."
Charmander's eyes lit up, and it let out an excited, high-pitched "Char! Charmander!" Its tail flame flared brighter for just a second, the flicker reflecting the excitement in its voice.
Professor Oak smiled, his expression soft and knowing. "Looks like you've made your choice," he said, watching the two interact.
Ashley stood up, her grin spreading across her face. "Yeah," she said, her voice firm with certainty. "I mean, no offense to Bulbasaur and Squirtle—they're great—but this guy... we just click." She glanced down at Charmander, who was now standing right beside her, his tail flame flickering with enthusiasm.
"An excellent choice," Oak said, his tone approving as he handed her the Poké Ball. "Charmander is a loyal and brave partner. Treat him well, and he will do the same for you."
Ashley nodded, turning the Poké Ball over in her hands. It felt surprisingly light for something that carried so much weight—symbolic and literal. She tucked it into her belt and glanced back at Charmander. He looked up at her, his bright eyes practically sparkling with anticipation, and she couldn't help but smile.
"Thanks, Professor. I won't let you down," she said, her voice brimming with excitement and determination.
Oak chuckled. "I have no doubt you'll make Pallet Town proud. Just remember to take things one step at a time." Professor Oak placed the Pokédex firmly into Ashley's hand, his eyes twinkling with the kind of pride that only came from seeing another trainer start their journey. "Now, this, my dear, is your Pokédex," he said, his voice laced with his usual grandfatherly tone. "It'll record data on every Pokémon you encounter. Think of it as your ultimate field guide. Oh, and…" He reached over to the table and grabbed a small pouch, holding it out. "Here are five Poké Balls to get you started. Use them wisely."
Ashley took the Poké Balls, her grin widening as she clipped them onto her belt with a satisfying click. "Thanks, Professor! This is gonna come in handy when I find my dream team." She glanced at Charmander, who tilted its head and let out a curious "Char?"
"Don't worry, buddy," Ashley said, crouching down to give her new partner a reassuring pat on the head. "You're already the star of the show."
Professor Oak chuckled, folding his arms. "So, Ashley, I assume you'll be heading to Viridian City first. That's the usual route for new trainers."
Ashley stood up, adjusting the strap of her backpack and shaking her head. "Actually, I've got a different plan," she said, her voice brimming with excitement. "I'm heading to Cinnabar Island. Blaine's the strongest Fire-type trainer in Kanto, right? Who better to give me pointers on raising Charmander?"
Oak blinked, clearly caught off guard, but then his expression shifted into one of approval. "Hmm. That's… unconventional, but I like your thinking. Going straight to the experts, are we?"
"Exactly!" Ashley said, punching a fist into her palm. "Charmander and I are gonna be unstoppable. Plus, it's Cinnabar Island! Beaches, volcanoes, and awesome Pokémon. What's not to love?"
Professor Oak laughed heartily. "Well, I have to say, you're certainly starting your journey with style. But you'd better get moving. The ferry to Cinnabar leaves in—" He checked his watch and raised his eyebrows. "—15 minutes."
"Wait, what?" Ashley blurted, her voice rising an octave. "15 minutes?! How am I supposed to get to the dock in time?"
"Luckily for you, I can help you with that," Oak said with a grin. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small ferry ticket, holding it up between two fingers. "Take this. It's already paid for. Just show it at the dock, and you're all set."
Ashley snatched the ticket, her movements a blur as she stuffed it into her pocket. "You're the best, Professor!" she said, already moving toward the door. She paused halfway, glancing back with a sheepish grin. "Uh, gotta run now. Thanks for everything!"
"Don't forget to call home!" Oak called after her, waving as she bolted out the door. "Good luck, Ashley—and take good care of Charmander!"
The lab doors slid shut behind her, and Ashley hit the ground running, her sneakers pounding against the dirt path as she sprinted toward the docks. Charmander kept pace beside her, its little legs moving comically fast to keep up. The flames on its tail flickered brightly in the breeze, and it let out a series of excited "Char-char-char!" sounds as it ran.
"Come on, buddy, we've got this!" Ashley said between breaths, her voice tinged with laughter. She couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline as they weaved through the quiet streets of Pallet Town.
Mr. Haywood was still leaning against his fence, and he straightened up as Ashley zoomed past. "Whoa there, Ketchum! What's the rush?"
"No time to chat!" Ashley yelled over her shoulder. "Gotta catch the ferry!"
Haywood chuckled, shaking his head as he watched her disappear down the road. "That kid's got energy, I'll give her that."
Ashley and Charmander rounded the corner by the bakery, narrowly avoiding Mrs. Abbott, who was now arranging pastries in the window. "Ashley, slow down before you—" But her words were lost in the distance as Ashley dashed past, laughing.
The docks came into view just as the sound of the ferry horn echoed across the water. Ashley's heart leapt into her throat as she saw the crew beginning to pull up the gangplank. "No way we're missing this!" she shouted, pushing herself to run faster.
Charmander matched her stride, its tail flame blazing like a tiny torch as they closed the gap. "Char!" it cried, its voice full of determination.
"Wait!" Ashley yelled, waving her arms wildly as they reached the dock. "We're here! Don't leave yet!"
One of the deckhands, a burly man with a Machoke assisting him, glanced up and saw her barreling toward the ship. He raised an eyebrow but held up a hand to halt the gangplank. "Hold on a second!" he called to the crew.
Ashley skidded to a stop, panting heavily as she handed over her ticket. "T-told you… we'd make it…" she wheezed, grinning as the deckhand inspected the ticket and nodded.
"Alright, you're good to go," he said, motioning for her to board.
"Thanks!" she said, scooping up Charmander and dashing onto the ferry. The deck was bustling with other trainers and travelers, but Ashley found a spot near the railing where she could catch her breath.
Setting Charmander down, she leaned on the railing and looked out at the sparkling ocean. The ferry began to pull away from the dock, and Pallet Town grew smaller in the distance. Ashley couldn't help but smile as she took it all in—the sun glinting off the waves, the salty breeze, and the excited chatter of the other passengers.
Charmander climbed onto the railing beside her, its wide eyes fixed on the horizon. "Char?" it said softly, tilting its head toward her.
Ashley ruffled the top of its head, her grin widening. "We did it, buddy. First step of the journey, and we're already making waves—literally. Cinnabar Island, here we come!"
Charmander let out a happy chirp, its tail flame glowing brighter as the ferry picked up speed, carrying them toward the adventure of a lifetime.
The gentle rocking of the ferry and the salty breeze in the air made everything feel a little surreal. Ashley leaned against the railing, her hair whipping in the wind as she stared out at the endless blue of the ocean. Charmander, sitting beside her, balanced on the edge with surprising confidence, its tail flame flickering brightly in the sunlight.
Ashley grinned and pulled out her shiny new Pokédex from her bag. The device hummed softly as it booted up, the screen flickering to life. "Alright, let's check you out," she said, angling the Pokédex toward Charmander.
The device beeped, and a cheerful robotic voice chimed, "Charmander, the Lizard Pokémon. It has a preference for hot things. When it rains, steam is said to spout from the tip of its tail."
Ashley raised an eyebrow, glancing down at Charmander's tail. "Steam, huh? That's kinda dramatic. Bet you'll be a hit during the rainy season."
Charmander puffed out its chest proudly, its tail flame glowing brighter as if to prove a point. Ashley chuckled and tapped the screen to pull up more information. "Okay, let's see your stats."
The screen changed, displaying Charmander's abilities and moves in neat rows. Ashley squinted at the information, reading aloud as she scrolled. "Blaze ability… alright, that boosts Fire moves when you're in a pinch. Pretty sweet. And you're a dude, huh? Good to know."
Charmander tilted his head, looking curious but interested as he listened.
"Move set: Ember, Smokescreen, Scary Face, and Slash." Ashley paused, leaning closer to the screen. "Wait, what's this? Egg move: Dragon Rush. Not unlocked yet." She let out a low whistle, impressed. "A Dragon-type move in your future? You're gonna be unstoppable."
Charmander's eyes lit up, and he let out an excited "Char-char!" hopping in place. His enthusiasm made Ashley laugh.
"Alright, alright, calm down," she said, waving a hand. "I know you're awesome, and you know you're awesome, but let's not let it go to your head too fast."
Charmander responded by flexing one of his tiny arms, letting out a playful growl. Ashley snorted, reaching out to ruffle the top of his head. "You're ridiculous, but I like it."
She tucked the Pokédex back into her bag and leaned against the railing again, her hand resting on her chin as she studied Charmander thoughtfully. "You know," she started, "we should probably give you a name. Something cool. Something that screams, 'This guy's gonna kick your butt and look good doing it.' What do you think?"
Charmander perked up at the idea, his tail wagging slightly as he clapped his claws together. "Char! Char!"
"Alright, so you're into it. Let's brainstorm." Ashley tapped her chin, her brow furrowed in concentration. "What about Blaze? It's classic. Fiery. To the point."
Charmander tilted his head, his expression neutral.
"Okay, not Blaze. Uh… how about Inferno? Sounds intense, right?"
"Char…" Charmander let out a low sound, his tail flame dimming slightly as he shook his head.
"Wow, tough crowd," Ashley said, crossing her arms. "Fine. What about something unique? Like… Phoenix?"
Charmander made a face, scrunching up his nose like he had just smelled something nasty.
Ashley burst out laughing. "Alright, alright, no Phoenix. Geez, you're picky. You're lucky you're cute." She looked up at the sky, searching for inspiration. The sun was high, glowing a deep orange-red, almost like…
"What about Mars?" she said suddenly, snapping her fingers. "It's short, fiery, and kinda badass. Plus, it's the god of war or something. Fits a future Charizard, don't you think?"
Charmander's eyes widened, and his tail flame flared up brightly. "Char! Char-char!" he cried, jumping up and down with excitement.
Ashley grinned. "Mars it is, then. Nice to meet you officially, Mars." She held out her fist, and Charmander—no, Mars—bumped it with his tiny claw, his smile wide and full of pride.
"Alright, Mars," Ashley said, straightening up and looking out at the horizon again. "You and me, we're gonna make a name for ourselves. Cinnabar Island's just the start. After that? Who knows?"
Mars chirped happily, his tail swishing back and forth as he settled beside her. Ashley rested a hand on his head, her grin softening into something more determined. "Yeah, I'd say this is a pretty good start to the journey."
The ferry continued to glide across the ocean, the sound of waves mingling with laughter and the excited chatter of other trainers on board. For Ashley and Mars, the future was wide open—and they couldn't wait to see what came next.