This is my very first time writing a story and this is going to be a long one. This tells the story of a regular Pokemon Trainer who dreams big and faces lots of obstacles on his journey. He travels from Hoenn to Kalos, then to Alola in a great adventure. I hope you all like it! I might be posting these chapters not very often as for I am very busy. You guys can read the first 2 chapters just to get the gist of it. Enjoy!
Long staircases crawled up and down throughout the city because the land we built on was so rugged and steep. The land was separated by the large pool of water that's been collected in the center My mom and I live in the outskirts of the West side of the city. Our house was small and a little battered up because it was so old. My mother works in the heart of the city at the Pokemart and checks the inventory everyday. She gets paid very little and is working hard to get the promotion shes been wanting forever. My father on the other hand was a Pokemon researcher. He studied all the different types of Pokemon in the world. But, he lost his life during the dispute between these two "teams" who wanted to bring back the legendary Pokemon, Groudon and Kyogre. Stupid. He was caught right in the middle. I was only a baby when it happened.
My mom would always bring home some void Pokeballs that didn't work, along with some empty Potion bottles. I used to pretend with my plush Pokemon toys as a child. At school I would play outside, pretending as a cool Pokemon, brawling with my friends. The older kids laughed at us as they showed off their team. Combusken, Manectric, Sharpedo, all those cool Pokemon I dreamed of catching and battling with. Tomorrow that will all change, my dreams will come true. Brawn Badel, Pokemon master.
Prologue
I've always wanted to be a Pokemon trainer. I was born and raised in the vast city of Sootopolis. The city had a great history, and an ancient volcano left a huge crater long ago, leaving us to settle inside of it. We were an island located East of the Hoenn mainland. At least that's what I think. Long staircases crawled up and down throughout the city because the land we built on was so rugged and steep. The land was separated by the large pool of water that's been collected in the center My mom and I live in the outskirts of the West side of the city. Our house was small and a little battered up because it was so old. My mother works in the heart of the city at the Pokemart and checks the inventory everyday. She gets paid very little and is working hard to get the promotion shes been wanting forever. My father on the other hand was a Pokemon researcher. He studied all the different types of Pokemon in the world. But, he lost his life during the dispute between these two "teams" who wanted to bring back the legendary Pokemon, Groudon and Kyogre. Stupid. He was caught right in the middle. I was only a baby when it happened.
My mom would always bring home some void Pokeballs that didn't work, along with some empty Potion bottles. I used to pretend with my plush Pokemon toys as a child. At school I would play outside, pretending as a cool Pokemon, brawling with my friends. The older kids laughed at us as they showed off their team. Combusken, Manectric, Sharpedo, all those cool Pokemon I dreamed of catching and battling with. Tomorrow that will all change, my dreams will come true. Brawn Badel, Pokemon master.