It’s 5:30
a.m. on a Saturday, and somehow someone is awake at this hour of the
early morning. In the 2nd
floor of the Route 3 Pokémon Center, in the far room, Flint the
Charmeleon had just awoken from a terrible nightmare. His trainer
Jack had just caught Tesla the Pichu and within a week had already
forgotten he even existed. Tesla evolved into a Pikachu because he
had a perfect bond with his trainer, the trainer that no longer paid
any attention to Flint, who still hadn’t evolved into Cha

“Mmm… wha-what time is it?”
Jack’s eyes slowly blinked awake. He was still in darkness, having
been eaten by his own Pokémon just last night. Rubbing his eyes
inside the damp stomach, he felt around and to his pleasant surprise,
it still hadn’t filled with acid. Maybe Flint could control it?
Maybe it just took him a long time to digest anything? It didn’t
matter; right now he needed to get his Pokémon to release him. Jack
could hear Flint snoring, clearly having slept well with a f

“Alright, Charmander,
let’s go catch some Pokémon and win us some badges!” Jack cried
out, Poké Ball in hand. Knowing his Pokémon journey began today, he
got up early in the morning to get to Oak’s lab and choose his
Pokémon. It was an easy choice; Jack had loved the mere thought of
training a Charmander as long as he could remember. Now equipped with
his Pokédex and Poké Balls, Jack bid farewell to his mother and set
off from Galena town towards his first gym battle at Pewter city