hippowdonmaster

The elevator came to an abrupt halt. I stepped slowly off of it, watching my step closely. The thin wood walkway, suspended above the floor, begins to creak as I stride across it. A small misstep send my stomach flying. Butterfrees dance and frolic in my stomach as I regain balance and look ahead. A lean person stood before me. I walk all of the up to him and return his gaze. His hair is as blue as a jet wave streaking the sky. His shirt, long and light blue reaching down below his waist, studded with buttons. I clench Vesuvius's pokeball. I knew Pancake and Meringue would not be ready to face Falkner. They were too unexperienced. "Hello chal

  I rush over to the Prof. Elm's laboratory. It is the day I receive my first pokemon! I push through the door to Prof. Elm. He told me to choose a pokemon. There were three. Totodile, a crocodile looking pokemon. Cyndaquil, a raging fire mouse. Or Chickorita, a leafy something-or-other. I knew what I wanted. I chose Cyndaquil. I thought of the perfect name for this flaming pokemon. Vesuvius, after the blazing volcano. A perfect name. I walk outside and am greeted by my rival Aaron, and ally Lyra. I head to Mr. Pokemon's house and meet Prof. Oak from Kanto. I received a mystery egg that I then returned to Prof. Elm. My journey began. Lyra sho

    I am sitting on a cloud. Weightless, delicate, and graceful. The fluff of the cloud feels like the perfect wool. I run my finger through the material of the cloud. Silky and flawless. I lay back, feeling the cloud mold around me. The cloud starts to waver, rocking me back and forth. I grab a hand full of fluff to steady myself when ... "Ouch!" I yell as I hop up from my bed. Lilac sits at the head of my bed and doesn't look very please. Her fluff is rustled and messy. Oh! I must've dreamt that Lilac's fur was a cloud. Whoops! "Lilac, you shouldn't be pouting, you didn't have to come out of your pokeball and lay with me. You know I toss an