As the morning sun came through the window, Lysander's silvery eyes slowly opened. He sat up in bed, and stretched out his arms, yawning. As he swung his feet, he jumped, and landed on the black-carpeted floor. Walking to his drawers, he pulled out a black three-quarter sleeved shirt, a pair of black jeans, a silver belt, and silver sandals. Heading out of his bedroom door, he leapt down the stairs, and into the kitchen, where his mother was waiting for him. "Hi, Lysander. Up early, aren't you?" his mother said lightheartedly, smiling at him kindly. She had prepared waffles for herself and Lysander, and then they sat down to the meal. His mother's Blissey, Peace, walked into the room, along with Pyrite, her Magby. Her main pokémon was her Dragonite, who had a special door of her own so she could enter and leave the house as she pleased. As they ate, Lysander began to daydream about his future. But there was so many starters to choose from: Eevee, Dratini, Caterpie and Pichu, to name a few.
Lysander didn't know which one he would choose. He would have to decide when he got there. "Pick a strong one, now, Lysander, like that Pichu," his father said, walking into the room. He was a fan of Electric-types, but Lysander wasn't sure that he wanted to choose the Pichu. "I'll decide when I get there," Lysander said, glaring at his father. "Now don't you worry, Lysander. Your journey will be just fine. You did pack, didn't you, Lysander?" his mother asked him in a flurry. "Yes, I packed, mum," Lysander told her, getting up from his seat, as he had finished his breakfast. His mother stood up too, and said wistfully, "You're such a big boy now, aren't you?" Lysander left the room, but not before hugging her. He loved his mother to bits. Running up the stairs, he quickly brushed his teeth in the bathroom, and then dashed into his bedroom, picking up his silver-and-black satchel. Now, going back down the stairs, his mother waited for him on the patio. Closing the front door gently, he walked to her side.
Her eyes were full of tears. "I know how hard this is, for me as well as you. I know I'll miss you, though, mum," Lysander said, tears in his eyes, too. "But don't worry. I'll be fine, just like you said. Just like you always did." His mother laughed, and then enveloped him in another hug, pulling him tight to her. "Have a good adventure, Lysey!" she exclaimed, as Lysander stepped off of the patio. He mounted his bicycle, and then pedalled off, waving behind him and shouting to his mother that he loved her. "I love you too, Lysey!" his mother shouted, maybe a little too loud, as some neighbours emerged from their houses, and looked at her strangely. As Lysander came to the trees he knew marked the border of Twinleaf Town, he cycled past it, and then onto Route 201. Finally, his adventure was beginning.
After what seemed like ages, he arrived in Sandgem Town. He stopped pedalling momentarily to take in the sights of the town. Asking for directions to Rowan's lab, he thanked those who gave him them. Arriving outside of Rowan's laboratory, he noticed that he was slightly early. Walking inside, he was greeted by two of Rowan's assistants, and then Rowan walked to greet him two. "Hello, Mr. Dawson. Your mother's told me all about you," he beamed. Lysander blushed nervously, and also because he was stranger-shy. "Now, you can pick whichever of these you like." Lysander looked, and counted the seventeen pokémon: one for each type. This was one of the days he had dreamed of: becoming a Trainer! Looking at them all, he noted all of the pokémon: Eevee, Tyrogue, Pidgey, Ekans, Sandshrew, Bonsly, Caterpie, Misdreavus, Mawile, Charmander, Buizel, Chikorita, Pichu, Abra, Snorunt, Dratini and Poochyena.
He sat down, and then approached the pokémon. "Hmm," he whispered gently. Then, he stood up, and pointed to the Buizel. "Can I have him, please?" Lysander asked politely. "Of course," Rowan said, handing him the Buizel's pokéball, and five other pokéballs, along with a pokédex. The Buizel, looking up at Lysander, immediately ran to him, and then Lysander bent down, picking him up gently. Rowan's assistants looked astonished. "That Buizel wouldn't let any of us go near it!" one exclaimed. Lysander hugged Buizel to his chest, and said, "Hey, there, Zel." Zel looked up at him, and licked his chin, making Lysander chuckle.
Lysander didn't know which one he would choose. He would have to decide when he got there. "Pick a strong one, now, Lysander, like that Pichu," his father said, walking into the room. He was a fan of Electric-types, but Lysander wasn't sure that he wanted to choose the Pichu. "I'll decide when I get there," Lysander said, glaring at his father. "Now don't you worry, Lysander. Your journey will be just fine. You did pack, didn't you, Lysander?" his mother asked him in a flurry. "Yes, I packed, mum," Lysander told her, getting up from his seat, as he had finished his breakfast. His mother stood up too, and said wistfully, "You're such a big boy now, aren't you?" Lysander left the room, but not before hugging her. He loved his mother to bits. Running up the stairs, he quickly brushed his teeth in the bathroom, and then dashed into his bedroom, picking up his silver-and-black satchel. Now, going back down the stairs, his mother waited for him on the patio. Closing the front door gently, he walked to her side.
Her eyes were full of tears. "I know how hard this is, for me as well as you. I know I'll miss you, though, mum," Lysander said, tears in his eyes, too. "But don't worry. I'll be fine, just like you said. Just like you always did." His mother laughed, and then enveloped him in another hug, pulling him tight to her. "Have a good adventure, Lysey!" she exclaimed, as Lysander stepped off of the patio. He mounted his bicycle, and then pedalled off, waving behind him and shouting to his mother that he loved her. "I love you too, Lysey!" his mother shouted, maybe a little too loud, as some neighbours emerged from their houses, and looked at her strangely. As Lysander came to the trees he knew marked the border of Twinleaf Town, he cycled past it, and then onto Route 201. Finally, his adventure was beginning.
After what seemed like ages, he arrived in Sandgem Town. He stopped pedalling momentarily to take in the sights of the town. Asking for directions to Rowan's lab, he thanked those who gave him them. Arriving outside of Rowan's laboratory, he noticed that he was slightly early. Walking inside, he was greeted by two of Rowan's assistants, and then Rowan walked to greet him two. "Hello, Mr. Dawson. Your mother's told me all about you," he beamed. Lysander blushed nervously, and also because he was stranger-shy. "Now, you can pick whichever of these you like." Lysander looked, and counted the seventeen pokémon: one for each type. This was one of the days he had dreamed of: becoming a Trainer! Looking at them all, he noted all of the pokémon: Eevee, Tyrogue, Pidgey, Ekans, Sandshrew, Bonsly, Caterpie, Misdreavus, Mawile, Charmander, Buizel, Chikorita, Pichu, Abra, Snorunt, Dratini and Poochyena.
He sat down, and then approached the pokémon. "Hmm," he whispered gently. Then, he stood up, and pointed to the Buizel. "Can I have him, please?" Lysander asked politely. "Of course," Rowan said, handing him the Buizel's pokéball, and five other pokéballs, along with a pokédex. The Buizel, looking up at Lysander, immediately ran to him, and then Lysander bent down, picking him up gently. Rowan's assistants looked astonished. "That Buizel wouldn't let any of us go near it!" one exclaimed. Lysander hugged Buizel to his chest, and said, "Hey, there, Zel." Zel looked up at him, and licked his chin, making Lysander chuckle.
