Everyone watched the match where Drayden, the dragon gym leader, had totally demolished the champions team.

“HOLY ARCEUS! DRAYDEN HAS ALL SIX OF HIS POKÉMON, AND HAS LEFT THE CHAMPION WITH ONLY ONE, HIS ACE!” The commentator screamed into his microphone as one of the most powerful gym leaders ever had left the whole stadium speechless.

Hydra went to that match when he was six, and no one had ever beaten Drayden since. His eyes were wide open, as he smiled maniacally. “VOLCARONA HAS FLEW UP AND SPIT FIRE ON DRAYDENS ACE, HAXORUS!” But that didn’t end the fight.

Hydra watched Haxorus jump up, grab Volcaronas wings, and tear them off, head butting the insect pokémon multiple times, and even stabbing its face with its mouth fangs. “WHATS THIS?! HAXORUS HAS TORN VOLCARONA APART- VOLCARONA HAS FALLEN!” The commentator yelled so loudly Hydra had to put his hands on his ears.

There was a loud whistle, signaling the end of the battle. “DRAYDEN IS NOW THE CHAMPION!” The commentator screamed, as everyone cheered and chanted Dryadens name.

Years had passed since that fight, but he still dreamt about it. He could never forget the feeling of seeing his idol become champion, and he wanted to become just as powerful of a gym leader as him.

Hydra opened his eyes, slowly. He groaned, sitting up on his bed. He stood up, walked to the bathroom and started to brush his teeth. He spit, washed his mouth with water and went back to his bedroom. He looked in the mirror, and put a jersey on of his favorite soccer club, “Unova City.” He then put on a pair of sporty shorts. He wet his curly hair and brushed it. As he put his socks on, he said loudly to his mother, “Hey mom, I’m heading out for my starter pokemon!”

“Alright! Good morning!” She responded.

He gave his mom a hug and head to the professor’s lab.“Hey, Professor,” He said, entering the lab. “I’m ready for my starter pokémon!”

“Oh hello Hydra,” Said the elderly professor.

“Er, it turns out that, uh, I just gave the last one away.” He said awkwardly.

“I’m sorry what?” Hydra said depressingly. His eyes went from a sunset like orange and red to pure black. “You are going to have to... catch one on your own.” The professor said.

Hydra just looked like his entire life was a lie at that point. “Yeah yeah, very funny, haha… now uh, your- your joking right?” Hydra said, not confident in the truth he wanted, at all.

Turns out he wasn’t joking. Hydra then set out and started to try to find a pokémon.

Hydra was drenched in sweat as he had been hiking up hills for hours. He wanted to, but he knew he couldn’t give up. He groaned. “THANKS A LOT, PROFESSOR!” He screamed, very loudly, very annoyedly.

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He really just couldn’t believe the professor had somehow gave away all of the starter pokémon. Then he saw a large, dark cavern. He entered slowly. “Hello,” He yelled, his voice echoing throughout the cavern.

“Anyone there?” He yelled again.

Then he saw a small flash of blue and red. He grabbed a large branch that had somewhere found its way into the cave. “Come on, little guy!” He yelled to the small pokémon.

Then he heard growling, loud growling. The pokémon then ran to Hydra, jumped up, and repeatedly smacked Hydra on the head multiple times. “HEY- OWWW!” He screamed as the small pokémon landed.

Hydra then channeled all of his anger, (mostly anger from the pain on top of his head from being smacked multiple times) and hit the pokémon upside the head very hard, knocking it out. “YEAH LITTLE BRO! THATS RIGHT!” Hydra yelled to the fainted pokémon.

He then grabbed a pokéball and dropped it on the pokémon, and it disappeared with a flash of pink light into the pokéball. He didn’t know what it was, so he decided to go and walk back to the professors lab and find out. He put the pokéball in his pocket and quickly ran back down to the professors lab. “Hey professor! I found a pokémon!” He said as he ran into the lab, still totally drenched in sweat.

“Hello Hydra! Well take it out, then.” The professor told Hydra.

He dropped the pokéball on the table and the pokémon popped out with a flash of blue light. “So… what pokémon is it?” Hydra asked.

The professor was shook. “You caught this?” He asked surprisedly.

“Yeah, why? Is it rare?” Hydra asked.

He looked very confused. “Hydra, this is a Gible.” He explained.

“Cool, cool… uh, what’s that?” He said, he clearly he hadn’t done his summer homework for school.

“Well, it’s a pseudo legendary, making it one of the second most rarest group of pokémon.”

“So I’m awesome?” Hydra asked jokingly.

“Yes, sure, Hydra. Now go home, I’m sure your mother is worried.” The professor told him.

Hydra walked back home and yelled, “Mom! I got a Gible!”

“Really, Hydra?!” She asked, surpisedly.

“YEAH!” He told her.

He hugged her and threw the pokéball on the floor, as a flash of blue light appeared, the Gible slowly forming. “Isn’t he real cute?” Hydra asked his mom.

Gible jumped up onto Hydras back and hung on as if he were giving him a piggyback ride. “Awww,” She giggled.

“He really is!”

The Gible growled, clearly hungry. “Wait a sec,” He told her.

“I’m gonna pick some fruit for him.”

“Alright, you do that, I’ll make dinner.” She responded.

He went outside and looked at the berry tree. He shook it and a few fell down. He shook it a bit more and tons of fruit fell down. “Wow, well I’ll pick these up and- HOLY ARCEUS!”

A large Emolga, who had clearly been eating the fruit, fell down and scratched Hydras already injured head. “GIBLE, ATTACK!” Gible then threw punches at the Emolga and bit its arm.

The Emolga ran away. “Nice job bud!” Hydra praised him.

Gible bowed as if he had pulled off an interesting act. He fed him the fruits and they went inside, and got ready for some sleep, especially Hydra.