Destined to be a Master
Disclaimer: Pokèmon I do not own!
Alex woke up with a start, having heard the towns usual wakeup call, the taillows sreeching. "One day, that's going to drive me mad!" he muttered.
He climbed out of bed and got dressed. Mosdeep was a unique city. It was, for starters, the only city with two gym leaders. Then, it was the island where
the space center was. However, it had downsides. The only way out was by sea, and he didn't have a pokèmon , let alone one that could surf. His parents
wouldn't let him take the boat, either. His only hope was that Professor Birch or steven would come by. If he did, he knew what pokèmon he'd choose. Treeko!
He was sure his dad would let him borrow his super rod so he could catch a Sharpedo, or a Wailmer. Sharpedo, he hoped. Outside, one was swimming about in
the sea. Alex lived in a house on the cliff, so he could see everything. The city, the sea ,and, most of all, the pokèmon IN the sea. He liked water pokèmon
the best, except grass. He always had and always would think that razor leaf and leaf blade were cool, but more so, solar beam was so beautiful. His
favourite pokèmon wasn't grass type though. It was, in fact, the opposite. His personal favourite had to be Ho-oh, a fire-flying type, both of which are
both good against grass. Brushing his teeth, he heard his mum yell, "BREAKFAST!" from downstairs. He rushed downstairs to a breakfast of eggs, toast and
orange juice. He winced. He always felt sorry for the Pellipers. Sure, they seemed happy enough, but their young were stolen! His dad noticed, and said,
"I made sure not to get Pelliper eggs. They're just chicken eggs."
After he ate his breakfast, Alex ran down to the harbour. Something was always happening down on the harbour, and it was living true to form today.
Alex whistled loudly, and the family pokèmon , Angelo, a male Mightyena, came running. Angelo knelt down, and lifted Alex up so he could see what was going
on. He could just make out the name of a ship that was approaching: the S.S. Little root. Alex yelped excitedly. EVERYONE knew whose ship that was! The
champion, Steven, was the owner of this ship! Steven only traveled to Mossdeep once every year, to find promising new trainers! Alex knew lots about pokèmon
in the area, and he was regulation age now. For example, the most common pokèmon in the area is Magikarp, and the rarest is Sharpedo! Sharpedo's nickname
is the bully of the sea, and just one could rip apart a large ocean liner. Fortunately, they don't usually bother... He was snapped back to the real world
when somebody said his name.
"Eh? What?" he said, startled. He looked up and saw that Steven was looking down about two inches at him. He blushed furiously. The pokèmon league champion
was looking straight at him and smiling!
"You're Alex according to that man over there," Steven said, pointing to Alex's father.
"Umm... Yeah.... W..why?" Alex stammered.
"I'm looking for promising new trainers, and you look quite promising. What does Wailmer evolve into?"
"Errrrr... Wailord?" Alex said, slightly more confidently. Steven asked more questions, all of which Alex knew.
"One last question. Who are the elite four?"
Alex's hopes plummeted. That was the one question he knew he wouldn't get."I d....d...don't know..."
Steven smiled. "That doesn't matter," he said cheerfuly. "You don't need to know that to become the pokèmon League champion. I don't know either!"
"Really?"
"Of course! Now, which pokèmon would you like? Bulbasaur, Squirtle, Charmander,Chikorita,Totodile, Cyndaquil, Treeko, Mudkip or Torchick?"
"..........Errrr...... Treeko!" Alex was amazed he had been chosen as a pokèmon trainer! James, Joe and Matthew would be sooooo jealous!
"Now!" said Steven. "I chose three other trainers as well. James! Joe! Matthew!"
The threesome stepped forward, grinning.
"You three?" asked Alex, gaping.
"Yup! We've not chosen our pokèmon yet!" said James, still grinning
"You know each other?" said Steven, looking pleased. "Wonderful! You three, come along and choose your pokèmon! You'll be traveling together, I suppose?"
"Maybe..." said Joe. "But more likely in groups of two!"
"Oh, I chose one other... her name's Harriet." said Steven. The four young trainers eyes filled with dread.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" they yelled. "Not IT! ARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!! IT'S COMING!!!"
Steven said nothing. "Errrrr.... well, choose your pokèmon..."
James walked forward first and chose Torchic, picked up the pokèball and sent it out.
"Tor....chic?" it said sleepily, rubbing it's eyes.
James pulled a blue pokèblock out of his bag and held it up to the sleepy-looking Pokèmon. It stepped forward and took the candy, chewing it happily.
"Torchic!" it said, no longer sleepy.
Joe chose a Cyndaquil, and Matthew took a Chikorita.
Finally, Harriet looked at each pokèmon and then said, "Ummmm... Could I have a Jigglypuff?"
"Of course!" said Steven, looking surprised and passing her pokèball from his pocket. "I can catch a new one anyday! Oh, and there's one more thing... Take
these with you!" he proclaimed, pulling five pokèdexes out of his pocket. "In exchange for the pokèmon, you must help Professor Birch with his research!"
They pocketed the pokedexes and set off to catch a water pokèmon or two....
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