Kanto… Maybe not as beautiful as Johto, or as diverse as Sinnoh, or as exotic as Hoenn, or―I'm getting off track. Kanto, however you want to classify it, is my home. Some might call it "boring," but to me, it's the perfect place to be. Team Rocket has long since stopped activity here, it bred Red of Pallet Town, one of the greatest Pokemon masters alive, and we have one of the oldest and most admired Pokemon Leagues in the world: the Indigo League.
Of course, a lot has changed since Red first wandered the region. First, the minimum age requirement for becoming a Trainer or Coordinator was increased from ten to sixteen. Whoever thought ten-year-olds could handle themselves out here obviously had never met one.
Second, the Companion Law was instated throughout all regions. The Companion Law stated that any beginning Pokemon Trainer or Coordinator must be accompanied by at least one other person who is of age. Again, whatever possessed people to think that it's fine to throw ten-year-olds out by themselves to deal with wild Pokemon is beyond me.
The last of these big three changes was the requirement of all hopeful Trainers and Coordinators to have graduated from an accredited Trainer School. It seems like a no-brainer that kids should at least know something about Pokemon before starting their journeys, but I digress. How people of that generation survived long enough to produce this one is beyond me.
My name is Terran Murdock, and this is the story of my Pokemon Journey through Kanto.
I'm from Vermillion City and have lived her my whole life. I've always loved the beach and being in the water, so I have almost no complaints. Sure, it smells like dead Magikarp, and yeah the tubers are insanely annoying, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. It's home.
Just a few months prior, I turned sixteen, as did my twin sister Taylor. By default, our parents decided we'd be each other's companions, and though she probably wouldn't have been my first choice, I think we'd manage. A couple weeks before, we also both graduated from Vermillion Training Academy. After ten years of being cooped up in VTA, I could finally begin my Pokemon Journey!
What I loved about Vermillion's school over the others is the hands-on experience. While most schools tell you what to do, then let you do it under close supervision, VTA let's you figure out what's best on your own, then tells you what you did wrong. I remember one time I was given a Venomoth for a practice battle that only knew Sleep Powder. To make a long story short, nap time was extended for everyone that day.
I woke up that morning with a smile, which is a rare occasion for me. Sunlight was just beginning to stream in through my window. I eagerly jumped out of bed, even though I only got a couple hours of sleep last night. I couldn't tell you how excited I was for this! I hurriedly went to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. Back in my room, I got dressed and grabbed the bag I had packed last night. Double checking that I had everything I needed, I trotted down the stairs and was greeted by the aromatic smell of bacon, Arceus's gift to food.
"Somebody's up early," my mom said with a cheeky grin as she plopped some bacon and eggs on a plate. For her age, Mom was a beautiful woman. Her long honey blonde hair was tied back into a neat bun, her nimble fingers maneuvered swiftly over the stove as her soft gray eyes warmed the whole room.
"The early Pidgey catches the Caterpie," I answered with a shrug.
"Jeez, first day of being a Pokemon Trainer and already you're talking like Dad," my nineteen-year-old brother, Seth, quipped from behind a newspaper. While Taylor and I took after our mother, Seth was a spitting image of our Dad. They had the same tousled jet-black hair, piercing amber eyes, pronounced features, and olive skin tone.
I smirked. "I might as well be in the Champion mode from the beginning." I grabbed a full plate and thanked Mom. "Why are you up so early?" I asked of Seth.
His face fell and became sullen. "Lt. Surge called me at four in the morning to make sure the Gym was presentable for the new Trainers. I just never went back to sleep."
"It's so nice of you to be with Lt. Surge during this." Mom rubbed Seth's shoulders comfortingly. Lt. Surge was the Gym Leader here in Vermillion, but lately his body has been failing him. He was only in his mid-forties, but he's been in and out of the hospital numerous times over the past few years, with a dramatic increase recently. As much as I―or anyone else in Vermillion, for that matter―hate to say, he was probably on his last few breaths as we spoke.
Seth was taking it the hardest of anyone. While he was still at VTA, Lt. Surge was invited as a guest speaker. Seeing Seth's natural ease and grace with Pokemon, especially the Electric-type, he recruited Seth right out of school to start training at Vermillion Gym. After only a year of training with Lt. Surge, Seth solidified his position as the heir to the Vermillion Gym. Even though he would be the next Vermillion Gym Leader, it was a bittersweet ending for Seth.
Seth wasn't the only success story in my family, though. My older sister Blaire, who was twenty-two, was the winner of the Hoenn Grand Festival in Slateport City, and just recently won the Sinnoh Grand Festival in Hearthome City. Now she works as an aide for Professor Oak who has her traveling the world, researching Pokemon behavior and mentoring aspiring young Coordinators, her younger sister, my twin, included.
Several years ago, my parents weren't exactly unheard of, either. Many consider them the original "Power Couple of Pokemon," which is a title Mom refuses, but Dad embraces and encourages. They both met while at the Indigo Plateau. Both had made it to the semifinal round, but Dad wiped the floor with Mom, leaving her to finish third place and him to go on to become the Champion. Not one to take defeat, Mom then went on to Johto, where she was able to fight all the way to become the Champion of the Johto League.
Fast-forward a couple years to a Lilycove City Pokemon Contest where two guest judges were brought in, both previous Pokemon League Champions. One thing led to another, and soon enough, they were married, and nine months after that, they had a baby girl whom they named Blaire. And the rest is history.
Obviously Taylor and I had a lot to live up to, but I didn't have any doubt that we wouldn't disappoint. To any other kids, it might seem really intimidating to have all that success to match, but to us― or to me, at least―it was nothing to stress over. Our parents would proud of us, regardless.
Seth shrugged. "It's the least I could do after all he's done for me. I just wish I knew why his heart was so bad."
"The doctors don't know?" I asked between mouthfuls.
He shook his head. "Nope. All they know is that it must have been a chronic thing, not something that just popped up."
"That sucks, man. I'm sorry," I said, trying to be as heartfelt as I could.
"No, it's fine. When it's your time, it's your time."
"Whose time is it?" a sleepy voice asked, muffled by a yawn. I turned to see a female version of myself. Same dirty blonde hair, same relaxed, ocean blue eyes, same tanned skin, and same facial features, courtesy of Mom. You would have to be blind to not to tell Taylor and I were twins. Although at that moment, I could forgive you. Her hair was matted and clung to her face, pointing every direction except where it should. Her eyelids drooped heavily and her pajamas hung off her body like a bed sheet.
"It's almost seven-thirty," Mom said, ignoring the question. "You better hurry. The SS Anne leaves in forty-five minutes."
Taylor's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. Without another word, she dashed back upstairs to get ready for the adventure ahead. I stifled a giggle at her unpreparedness and my being prepared. It was total role reversal, that's for sure. Seth shook his head and went back to his newspaper.
"Hello, family!" a cheery voice sounded from the foyer.
"Hi, honey. Breakfast is on the table." Mom was about to greet him with a peck on the cheek, but stopped in mid-motion. Large dimples appeared at the corners of his mouth as a result of his mischievous grin. His eyes glittered like a kid in a candy store. He was hiding something, and Mom could tell.
"Greg, what did you do?" Hands on her hips, Mom tapped her foot, awaiting an answer.
"Why would you think I've done anything?" he replied snidely.
"Let's see. You didn't tell me where you were going this morning, you look like someone who knows the winning Lotto numbers, and you haven't shown us what's behind your back yet."
I had to give props to Mom. The Spanish Inquisition doesn't have anything on her! I wouldn't have noticed the two small packages behind his back had she not said anything.
"Okay, I give up," Dad conceded. "But I think you'll like these." He winked at me. Again, nothing could get past Mom.
"Whatever you got our kids better be worth hiding."
"Oh, trust me. They'll love it!" Dad paused and looked around the kitchen. "Where's Taylor?"
"She's still getting ready."
"Well, she'd better hurry up, we have to be at the docks soon―."
"Don't worry, I'm here!" Taylor announced as she bounded into the kitchen, looking much more presentable and attractive than she did before. Unlike most girls, Taylor could get her entire appearance squared away perfectly in ten minutes flat. What she could do in those ten minutes took others, even Blaire and Mom, almost a full hour.
"Glad you decided to show up," I chided.
"Is that an invitation?"
"Stop it, you two," Mom interjected. She glanced at Dad.
"Since you two are starting your journeys today…" he started. He plopped two small boxes in front of Taylor and I. Immediately we started tearing into them. "I figured you two might as well start off in style!" he finished.
After ripping away all the packaging material, my jaw hit my chest. There was a bright, brand new Poketch 3.0 staring back at me. "Oh my Arceus! Thank you so much, Dad!" I was ecstatic, to say the absolute least! These just came out and could do all a PokeDex, cell phone, and a PDA could, and more!
"Seriously! This is the best! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Taylor squealed.
"Greg…how did you afford these?" Mom asked through clenched teeth and a death glare.
"Well, Kris, the nice people at the PokeMart were giving away ten free for promotion's sake, and I was lucky enough to get two." The sauciness in his voice was unmistakable.
While they were talking, I was browsing through the plethora of apps the Poketch 3.0 had. Pokemon encyclopedia, calculator, Internet, Kanto map… It had everything! This was definitely the best gift I had gotten in a long time! Taylor was feeling the same way, already messaging brags to all of her friends through the device.
I heard Mom sigh, probably as a sign of her admitting defeat. "All right, but we better be very nice to the owners from now on."
"Aren't we always?" I asked, still fiddling with the device.
"There's the time you, Dad, and Blaire let a Tauros 'accidentally' into the store…" Seth mumbled.
"You did what?" Mom screeched.
"Oh, look at the time! We better get going!" Nice save, Dad. I took a few last bites, grabbed my bag, and we all headed for the docks.
It's been a while since I've written, like, anything on FanFiction, so hopefully this story will get back in my groove. :) I've been writing this for a long time, and I have sixty-seven pages in a word document already written, so now it's just a matter of editing and posting it. Hopefully you'll like this, and you'll always read and review! :D