Okay guys, this is my first attempt at something like this ever. I have a lot of creativity in my mind right now, and I'm in the mood for a story. I've got things planned out in my head and trust me things WILL get better. Don't rag me from the first post, that's all I ask of you.
Thank you for your kindness. Also, I will fix the format. I'm tired and it's past midnight so I know it needs some work. For now at least it's easy to read, I believe.
(*Note, anything mentioning Ash or other parts of his series is mostly referring to the game story rather than the old anime, as I haven't seen that in years (or probably a mix of the two). Also, I do make a few things up here and there to add my own touch to the story. So if you have a problem with that don't complain or anything. (you'll see what I mean) )
(**Also, food is based on typical food here where I live (America), as this is mostly just for the joy of writing a story and I'm not gonna be bothered to explain why he's eating pancakes for breakfast in Japan...or wherever he is...wait...isn't it a made up world? Well, you get the picture.)
Everyone here definitely knows of Ash by now. Those who've followed his story should remember his first steps. His home town. His first pokemon.
But this story isn't about Ash. This story is about Ryan, and his own adventures. Ash's fame slowly grows throughout his adventures, while Ryan...well, he's just an ordinary trainer. Certainly not one you'd expect to read a story about. At least, that's what is widely believed.
Zoom back to a few years ago. Ash is now well on his way to obtaining his first Pokemon. On the other side of Pallet Town, a different adventure is ready to begin...
"Ryan, for the last time, come down and eat your breakfast before it gets cold! I slave myself over the stove and in this kitchen and... ...cant even... ...dumb video games... ...in 3 minutes..."
Ryan yawned. He was hardly paying attention to her voice, he zoned in and out every few seconds to hear that she was still going at it. She was probably complaining about him playing his beloved games all morning instead of going down to eat breakfast, or doing something more productive.
But he couldn't be stopped, it was like a ritual to him. At least, until his stomach began to growl.
"Oh man...I think I'm done...I'm ready for some pancakes!" exclaimed Ryan.
The sweet, syrupy scent had been tempting him for nearly twenty minutes, and he could no longer handle it. He rushed downstairs and jumped into his chair eagerly, at first not even realizing that his oh-so-desired pancakes had been replaced by a rather visually unappetizing health bar.
"WHAT?!" Ryan nearly shouted. He was appalled. He wanted his pancakes!
"Your fault. We ate already. If you didn't have your head so deeply buried into that pillow, or television, or game system, whatever you were doing up there, you could have actually had time to eat pancakes. But now you've used up all your time, so you get to eat that."
Ryan groaned. It's not his fault the games were so addicting. And now he's being starved for it! He ate the repulsive oat bar and went back upstairs, his head hanging. Then he remembered what day it was.
"It's...already noon! Crap! I'd better get dressed and hurry!"
Today was the day that new trainers were being initiated. Him and his pal Brandon, along with a couple of other trainers he didn't know (but seemed to know each other, judging by the way they argued back and forth as if rivals), were to obtain their very first pokemon today.
With his newly replenished excitement and energy, he quickly threw on a solid black shirt, a pair of jeans, and socks and shoes. He rushed over to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. No more time to get ready. He quickly tussled his medium length, brown hair with his fingers for a few seconds, shook his head a few times, and looked into the mirror again. 'That'll have to do' he thought to himself.
He walked back downstairs and began to walk out the door, then was promptly stopped by his mother.
"Leaving, without even saying goodbye? You know better than that, Ryan."
"Sorry Mom...I'm in a big rush, I'm running late, it's already 10 past noon." replied Ryan.
"I know...I just want you to know, you can come home whenever you need to take a break. It's a long journey, and I'm proud of you for being brave enough to travel it. Just like your father was."
"Thanks Mom...hey, tell you what...before I leave, I'll come back and show you my brand new pokemon! That way I can hurry and leave now, and save the goodbye for later. I'm late!!"
"I know, dear. Go for it! Tell your friend Brandon I said hi!"
"I will, Mom. See you later!"
And with that, he was finally out the door. He ran for a few minutes until he finally reached the professor's lab, eager as ever to get his new pokemon! But when he got there...
"Huh...? Where is everyone? Oh, they're probably all inside..." Ryan thought to himself, slightly worried.
He walked into the lab to see Professor Oak hunched over at his desk, deep at work it seemed, as usual.
"Professor...? What's going on? Where is everyone..?"
The professor raised his head and, upon seeing Ryan, rose from his wooden chair and walked over to him.
"Glad you made it, Ryan. Ever heard of daylight savings time?" he said, amused.
"WHAT?! You've got to be kidding me! You've got to be! I can't have...missed the ceremony again...I was ready this time...." exclaimed Ryan, in disbelief.
"I figured it would happen. I forgot to send out reminders to you all yesterday afternoon. So it's partially my fault." said Oak, moving his hands around in his coat pockets, "so, I think it's fair to cut you a break this time. Three is enough, and I believe you actually would have made it here this time. So you get a break. There's just one problem..."
"Whew...thank you so much...and...what's the problem?" asked Ryan.
"Well, I seem to be out of Pokemon!" said Oak, with a grin on his face that puzzled Ryan deeply.
Ryan began to interject, when Oak stopped him with a hand motion.
"...except for one." He walked over to the computer he had set up in the corner near his desk. "I recently received one from an old friend over in Sinnoh...nearly across the world from here. It's a new type they've discovered, and I've been reluctant but I think you'll get along with it well."
"I see...wow! Okay!" exclaimed Ryan, energetic again.
Oak smiled, and clicked a few things on his computer. Suddenly, from some strange tube attachment by his computer, a small pokeball materialized as if from thin air. He reached for it and tossed it over to Ryan. "Catch!"
Ryan caught it with his hand, and looked at it in wonder. It was his first time ever actually holding a Pokeball, and it was a great feeling.
"Go ahead, Ryan...release it!" exclaimed Oak, smiling.
"Yeah...well, here I go, then!" said Ryan, excited as ever. He did as he had seen people do it before. He quickly tapped the small button on the center of the pokeball, and it enlargened slightly, the pokemon now on standby to be released. "Ok...this is it...Pokemon...I, Choose, YOU!" he shouted, as if in a battle, the largest grin on his face that he had ever had in his life. He threw the Pokeball onto the ground, it shook for a split second, and began to open up. A bright, whitish light shot out from the ball a few feet in front of it, and began to form into its own shape.
Oak's eyes gleamed. He was happy. He loved to see new journeys begin, and to be part of that beginning. And somehow, as he watched Ryan nearly wet himself with excitement over the newly materialized Pokemon, jumping around holding it in his arms ecstatically (though scaring the poor creature half to death), he knew that he had been a part of the birth of a legend.
---
So yeah. Here his journey begins. There's some parts I'm not sure about, and I do think I'll be receiving heavy critism for certain areas where I lack knowledge , and stuff like that, but I know my writing will get better as time goes. And if this peaks your curiousity in the slightest, I ask that you stick with it. I'm planning to make this a huge/epic story, and I will update at least once a day or two. Thank you for your support.
- Ryan
Thank you for your kindness. Also, I will fix the format. I'm tired and it's past midnight so I know it needs some work. For now at least it's easy to read, I believe.
(*Note, anything mentioning Ash or other parts of his series is mostly referring to the game story rather than the old anime, as I haven't seen that in years (or probably a mix of the two). Also, I do make a few things up here and there to add my own touch to the story. So if you have a problem with that don't complain or anything. (you'll see what I mean) )
(**Also, food is based on typical food here where I live (America), as this is mostly just for the joy of writing a story and I'm not gonna be bothered to explain why he's eating pancakes for breakfast in Japan...or wherever he is...wait...isn't it a made up world? Well, you get the picture.)
Everyone here definitely knows of Ash by now. Those who've followed his story should remember his first steps. His home town. His first pokemon.
But this story isn't about Ash. This story is about Ryan, and his own adventures. Ash's fame slowly grows throughout his adventures, while Ryan...well, he's just an ordinary trainer. Certainly not one you'd expect to read a story about. At least, that's what is widely believed.
Zoom back to a few years ago. Ash is now well on his way to obtaining his first Pokemon. On the other side of Pallet Town, a different adventure is ready to begin...
"Ryan, for the last time, come down and eat your breakfast before it gets cold! I slave myself over the stove and in this kitchen and... ...cant even... ...dumb video games... ...in 3 minutes..."
Ryan yawned. He was hardly paying attention to her voice, he zoned in and out every few seconds to hear that she was still going at it. She was probably complaining about him playing his beloved games all morning instead of going down to eat breakfast, or doing something more productive.
But he couldn't be stopped, it was like a ritual to him. At least, until his stomach began to growl.
"Oh man...I think I'm done...I'm ready for some pancakes!" exclaimed Ryan.
The sweet, syrupy scent had been tempting him for nearly twenty minutes, and he could no longer handle it. He rushed downstairs and jumped into his chair eagerly, at first not even realizing that his oh-so-desired pancakes had been replaced by a rather visually unappetizing health bar.
"WHAT?!" Ryan nearly shouted. He was appalled. He wanted his pancakes!
"Your fault. We ate already. If you didn't have your head so deeply buried into that pillow, or television, or game system, whatever you were doing up there, you could have actually had time to eat pancakes. But now you've used up all your time, so you get to eat that."
Ryan groaned. It's not his fault the games were so addicting. And now he's being starved for it! He ate the repulsive oat bar and went back upstairs, his head hanging. Then he remembered what day it was.
"It's...already noon! Crap! I'd better get dressed and hurry!"
Today was the day that new trainers were being initiated. Him and his pal Brandon, along with a couple of other trainers he didn't know (but seemed to know each other, judging by the way they argued back and forth as if rivals), were to obtain their very first pokemon today.
With his newly replenished excitement and energy, he quickly threw on a solid black shirt, a pair of jeans, and socks and shoes. He rushed over to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. No more time to get ready. He quickly tussled his medium length, brown hair with his fingers for a few seconds, shook his head a few times, and looked into the mirror again. 'That'll have to do' he thought to himself.
He walked back downstairs and began to walk out the door, then was promptly stopped by his mother.
"Leaving, without even saying goodbye? You know better than that, Ryan."
"Sorry Mom...I'm in a big rush, I'm running late, it's already 10 past noon." replied Ryan.
"I know...I just want you to know, you can come home whenever you need to take a break. It's a long journey, and I'm proud of you for being brave enough to travel it. Just like your father was."
"Thanks Mom...hey, tell you what...before I leave, I'll come back and show you my brand new pokemon! That way I can hurry and leave now, and save the goodbye for later. I'm late!!"
"I know, dear. Go for it! Tell your friend Brandon I said hi!"
"I will, Mom. See you later!"
And with that, he was finally out the door. He ran for a few minutes until he finally reached the professor's lab, eager as ever to get his new pokemon! But when he got there...
"Huh...? Where is everyone? Oh, they're probably all inside..." Ryan thought to himself, slightly worried.
He walked into the lab to see Professor Oak hunched over at his desk, deep at work it seemed, as usual.
"Professor...? What's going on? Where is everyone..?"
The professor raised his head and, upon seeing Ryan, rose from his wooden chair and walked over to him.
"Glad you made it, Ryan. Ever heard of daylight savings time?" he said, amused.
"WHAT?! You've got to be kidding me! You've got to be! I can't have...missed the ceremony again...I was ready this time...." exclaimed Ryan, in disbelief.
"I figured it would happen. I forgot to send out reminders to you all yesterday afternoon. So it's partially my fault." said Oak, moving his hands around in his coat pockets, "so, I think it's fair to cut you a break this time. Three is enough, and I believe you actually would have made it here this time. So you get a break. There's just one problem..."
"Whew...thank you so much...and...what's the problem?" asked Ryan.
"Well, I seem to be out of Pokemon!" said Oak, with a grin on his face that puzzled Ryan deeply.
Ryan began to interject, when Oak stopped him with a hand motion.
"...except for one." He walked over to the computer he had set up in the corner near his desk. "I recently received one from an old friend over in Sinnoh...nearly across the world from here. It's a new type they've discovered, and I've been reluctant but I think you'll get along with it well."
"I see...wow! Okay!" exclaimed Ryan, energetic again.
Oak smiled, and clicked a few things on his computer. Suddenly, from some strange tube attachment by his computer, a small pokeball materialized as if from thin air. He reached for it and tossed it over to Ryan. "Catch!"
Ryan caught it with his hand, and looked at it in wonder. It was his first time ever actually holding a Pokeball, and it was a great feeling.
"Go ahead, Ryan...release it!" exclaimed Oak, smiling.
"Yeah...well, here I go, then!" said Ryan, excited as ever. He did as he had seen people do it before. He quickly tapped the small button on the center of the pokeball, and it enlargened slightly, the pokemon now on standby to be released. "Ok...this is it...Pokemon...I, Choose, YOU!" he shouted, as if in a battle, the largest grin on his face that he had ever had in his life. He threw the Pokeball onto the ground, it shook for a split second, and began to open up. A bright, whitish light shot out from the ball a few feet in front of it, and began to form into its own shape.
Oak's eyes gleamed. He was happy. He loved to see new journeys begin, and to be part of that beginning. And somehow, as he watched Ryan nearly wet himself with excitement over the newly materialized Pokemon, jumping around holding it in his arms ecstatically (though scaring the poor creature half to death), he knew that he had been a part of the birth of a legend.
---
So yeah. Here his journey begins. There's some parts I'm not sure about, and I do think I'll be receiving heavy critism for certain areas where I lack knowledge , and stuff like that, but I know my writing will get better as time goes. And if this peaks your curiousity in the slightest, I ask that you stick with it. I'm planning to make this a huge/epic story, and I will update at least once a day or two. Thank you for your support.
- Ryan
