The Epic Journey
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Part One: The Beginning
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	It was a beautiful sunny morning, birds were chirping, the
sun was shining and there were many different animals around
lakes happily frolicking in the water; and inside some house a
person rested on his bed, snoring.  "Zzz…Slowpoke…ZzZ…Ice
Beam…"
"You get up this instant or you'll be late!" shrieked a voice from
the kitchen.  "All right mom," the boy who just arose from his bed
yelled back.
"Misty, do you have to holler so loud?  My ears still haven't
stopped ringing since the last time you did that… And, that was
about a month ago!" said the man reading the newspaper at the
polished mahogany table.
"Well Ash, if I don't then brock will never get up," Misty replied.
Just then, a boy at the age of ten with black hair that spiked up at
the back that would never rest down, and green eyes somewhat
hidden by his hair who he still hadn't combed.
"Good Morning, Brock," chirped the couple at the table.
"Mornin'" grunted Brock who was now seated at the table, which
now seemed very crowded.
Now that they are all here, let's introduce the Ketchums.  Ash has
grown up and has settled in with his family in Johto, after he
retired from being the champion at Kanto.  Misty, his wife and
Brock's mother used to travel around with Ash though they
seemed to hate each other.  Brock, now typing on his laptop
computer is their only son, whose life has been uneventful until
now.
"There," Brock said, "I just downloaded information about every
gym leader in Johto" He said that just as he finished typing on his
laptop and stowed it away.
"Kids these days," said Ash smiling at his son who was going
away on his adventure to be the ultimate Pokemon Master, just like
his dad.

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Part Two: The Pokemon
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After getting his "good luck"s and "we'll see you later" from his
parents he hurried off to Prof. Elm's Lab.
"Geez, I'm coming back after I get my pokemon," he muttered
under his breath.  He knew that his parents loved him very much
and tried to keep him happy.
He stopped panting at two huge polished Oak doors, a huge banner
on top reading "NEW TRAINERS WELCOME"
He quickly, without thinking bolted through the doors, like a sky
attack from a pidgeotto.
"Proffessoramilate,what'smypokemon,what'lliget?"
"Slow down Brock, since you're the first one here, and
astonishingly the person who scored highest on his test, you get the
first pick!" The proffessor beamed at him.
"YES," he thought, "I knew letting dad teach me about all types of
pokemon was a good idea!"
"Well, what do you think you'll get? A Cyndaquil, A Totodile, or
A Chikorita?"
"Hmm… I think I'll take the… CYNDAQUIL!!!"
"Good choice Brock, you know Cyndaquils are very popular"
"Yup"
"Ok, now let's not forget your Pokegear, your Pokedex, the
beginner grab pack, and your license!… Oh, and here are some
pokeballs!"
Brock couldn't wait to see his new pokemon, so he turned his cap
backwards and threw his ball at the ground, in 'Ketchum' style.
"Cyndaquil!"
"Hi, Cyndaquil, I'm your new trainer!"
"Cynda?"
"No, I'm not mean, I would love to be your friend!"
"Cyndaquil!" The little fireball leapt into his arms and let out its
flame!
From that moment on, he knew that he was going to love pokemon
training.

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Part Three:  The Journey
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"A cyndaquil!  Good choice Brock!" beamed Ash, " You know I
had a cyndaquil once just like yours…"
"YES!!! We heard that story a million times, then it grew to a
typhlosion that's in our back yard!  I was there you know!"
Screamed Misty as she wallopped Ash on his head.
After a quick recovery from the blow, Ash said, "I have a surprise
for you, wait here."  And he came back holding a yellow spotted
egg!  "You know my Pikachu, the one helping Prof. Oak in Kanto
right?  Well it just bred with a female Pikachu and sent us this egg
many weeks ago!  It's starting to shake so in a couple of days you
should have a Pichu!"
"WOW! Thanks Dad!  I always wanted an electric Pokemon at the
beginning just like you!"

A few hours later, Brock had his bag packed, with the egg in his
arms and Cyndaquil trotting by his side; he decided that if the
Pokemon disliked pokeballs then he'll keep them out.  Now he
walked on the road to Cherrygrove city, waving good-bye and his
Cyndaquil crying out happily.  He was ready for a new adventure.

Tune in next time to see what holds for Brock on his journey to
Johto!

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copyrighted to Nintendo.  Everything else is mine (NAIFI's) :)

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