My parents gradually allowed me to interact with Pokemon! At the age of 6 I was even allowed to play with recently hatched Pokemon! Well...the less dangerous ones. No way in hell am I alowed to even touch Larvitar. Na-ah! (even if I'd do amazing! Every Pokemon I'v met Loves me , hehe)
You see our family owns this giant Pokemon farm, passed down from generation to generation on moms side. It is one of the biggest farms in Hoenn, maybe even the world! We got thousands of Pokemon and like, a billion employees and we are working in cooperation with the International Pokemon League! Or something like that!
Ace Trainers tend to, and I quote: "Go on Long journeys" so we take care of the Pokemon while they´r "gone". Those Pokes tend to be hard to handle. They are expertly trained and grieving, which equals to = Big ouch to their environment and people around them. My dad and his team are the ones who mostly deal with them.
With the exception of Type:2 Pokemon. Those are all handled almost solely by my Dad, Type:2 Pokemon include almost all Dragon-types. (Exept Drampa, Drampa is big chillin ). And a few Headstrong evolution lines like the Tyranitar-Tree. These Type:2s can fuck your shit up. Like, Napalm level of shit. Like, point a Davy Crockett and shoot at a city kind of destruction. Most of the type:2, who actually like their trainers, Never recover. They Get a Big territory and we close off the entire area so no one gets access to them. Rarely do they seek out interaction so we let them grief in peace. And In exchange of taking care of those Pokemon we get protection and certain privileges from the leagues.
But none of that is Important now! I just turned 11! Being 11, being in the Pokemon universe, you know what that means!!! Going on my Pokemon journey!!!!!
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FUCK NO, as if any responsible parent would let their 11 year old go on a potential incredibly dangerous journey! 11 year old are barely fucking sentient! No fucking shot dude. You go on the journey when your 18, an adult...Well, or when your 16 under certain very specific circumstances.
No! I am excited because of our family Tradition. When we turn 11 we get our starter Pokemon.
As I reached the Living room I heard:
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" "Espeon!" "Dragonite!" cue sound effect of these lil party things popping!
"Awww! Thank you guys! How did you know today´s my birthday!" Huh, why do the give me un-amused looks? Everyone besides Noodles the Dragonair, He´ll get an 1/8 off my Cake! unless its Apple cake then hell get 1/16... 1/18
"Come Dali sit down! You´ll get your present after we finished eating." said Mom. I think she saw the look Dad gave MY cake.
I didn´t really pay attention to the dinner. Mom and Dad where flirting as always. Get a room you two. I was absentmindedly scratching Espeon behind her Ear. I could barely contain my excitement. I could contain the cake doe. I really really love Moms cooking. It´s almost as good as mine but it´s not a fair comparison. I got magic powers that let my food taste divine even if I don´t try at all. Take the L Mom, you never stood a chance.
As we were finishing up our food a guest walked In. A 4 legged friend! it was my grandmas Flareon. Cute Little goober! Flareon is incredibly caring, always watching the newly hatched and In his mouth he held my starter. As he placed the tiny Eevee on my lap I started melting,
"How can a being be so incredibly cute!!!" "Ha! I knew you would like her! she just hatched 4 weeks ago." said my Dad as he scuffed my hair. Ruining my Hairstyle which I spent a lot of time on. But I barely noticed. I was too focused staring into the eyes of perfection .
"Its tradition that every starter in the Cherry family is an Eevee. It´s the Pokemon that our family first bred and which made us famous. Besides it has a lot of different evolution so it´ll fit in basically every team." Mom explained. "I will also allow you to play and feed the friendlier type:1 Pokemon from today onward."
"Thank you! Thank you thank you!" I was basically drowning in Eevees fur as I was hugging her. And then she licked my face. And I may or may not have squealed. Do not trust a word my Mom said.
"Hey Eevee! Let´s become the bestest friends!" I said and she squeaked in delight as an answer. And promptly bopped my face with her tiny paw.