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Dear Brian:
I am sending this letter to you regarding your question about becoming a Gym Leader. I think that it is an excellent idea that you want to become a Gym Leader; more so, I think that the type you selected to pursue is a most worthy one. Not many Trainers would go the route you are going to face eventually.
The first step to becoming a Gym Leader is to obtain all eight badges needed to enter into the Pokemon League Competition held at the end of June. You must compete and secure a place that will get you into the Finals. Once there, you are eligible to face the Eilte Four. Once you register with them, you must battle each of them. If you are successful, then you will get a special badge that will allow you open up your own Gym. However, before you do that, there is one more crucial step.
You must face the current Gym Leader of the Type that you are registering for. That would be me. But then, I must tell you this: I am no pushover. I will battle you for everything it's worth. If you can successfully defeat me in a Pokemon Battle, then you will recieve your Leader's Liscense. Good luck, Brian. I am sending this letter in the hopes that you will recieve it before you leave on your Journey. If not, then you may recieve the answers to your questions in due time.
Sincerely yours,
Erika
CHAPTER ONE: A New Beginning
Sunlight streamed through the window of 14-year old Brian Wood's room as he slowly turned over in his sleep. It was a quiet, sleepy morning in Littleroot Town, and the world was just waking up. Taillow swooped around the bright sky in hopes of finding juicy Wurmple to eat. Across the street from Brian's house, Mrs. Bushel was busily working in her garden, attending to her Roselia and Bellossom. As the sun slowly climbed higher and higher, the peaceful morning was interupted by an explosion...
KABOOM! The Electrode alarm clock on Brian's dresser worked perfectly. Panicked, Brian leaped out of bed and reached wildly for the snooze button. Finding it, he slammed his hand down on it and threw the alarm-clock out of the window. Geez, he thought. I know I had to wake up early, but that alarm is ridiculous... He yawned and stretched as he reached for his clothes.
After a quick shower, he was ready. "Okay," said to himself aloud. "I need my pack... there it is. Umm... Extra clothes, check... toothbrush, check... Pokenav, check..." As he went down the list, his mother quietly knocked on the door.
"Honey," she whispered, "can I come in?" She let herself in and stood by Brian's door as he finished packing. "My little boy... all grown up and heading out on his first journey. It never is easy to let go, but when it's time... it's time..." she said, choked with tears.
"Mom..." Brian shifted uncomfortably. He didn't like seeing his mother like this, especially after her recent divorce with his father. She hugged him and shoved a pack into his hands.
"These are the essentials that every Trainer needs before going out into the world," she explained. "Extra food, an emergency kit, a Pokemon Center Kit, and a Guidebook." She sighed. "Now- go on and make me proud." She walked him to the door and watched him as he crossed the street. He turned to her and waved. With tears in her eyes, she waved back and slowly shut the door.
Brian took a deep breath. Then he looked up towards the huge lab that belonged to Professor Birch and headed towards it. Just as he got down the street, however, something made him stop. "BRIAN! WAIT!" Turning around, Brian saw Mrs. Bushel waddle up the street towards him. A Beautifly hovered in the air above her. Wheezing, she paused at Brian and waited for her breath to catch up to her.
"Mrs. Bushel," Brian started, "You know you shouldn't run like that. The doctor said-"
"I know what the doctor said," she cut in. "Don't run, don't hurry, don't eat too much, don't breathe in Stun Spore, don't, don't, don't. That's all a doctor's good for, is telling you what you don't need to be doing." Brian laughed at his old friend's rant. Mrs. Bushel took Brian's hand warmly and smiled. "Now I know you weren't going to leave without saying goodbye to me, were you?"
"No, I wouldn't have forgotten that, or I would never hear the end of it." They both laughed as Beautifly flitted near some potted flowers.
"Well, I guess you'd better go now, or you'll be late." Mrs. Bushel said. "But, take this-" She handed Brian a Pokemon Egg. It was pale blue and blotched with green spots.
"What's in it?" Brian asked as he gingerly took it.
"It's a secret," Mrs Bushel said, putting a finger to her lips. "My husband brought that egg home from one of his his trips from Kanto. I've had it in my incubator, but no luck. It needs to be with a strong Trainer to hatch. You are the perfect candidate."
Brian looked into Mrs. Bushel's wrinkled but happy face. "I- I can't take this," he stammered.
"Of course you can," she said. "You and I have had some special times, and that egg is my thanks. That garden of mine wouldn't be anything without you, and you're going to make a perfect Grass-type Gym Leader." Brian looked at the egg for a moment, and hugged his dear old friend.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"Don't mention it," she said. They let go of each other as Brian carefully put the egg into his pack.
"I'll take good care of it," he said.
"I know you will," replied Mrs. Bushel with a smile. Then, she waved to Brian as he made his way down the hill and out of sight.
Turning back towards his home, Brian saw Beautifly flit higher and higher into the sky. Then, it turned yellow and flashed brightly with a goodbye display of Morning Sun. Brian smiled and waved as he turned his back towards the warmth of his home.
<<<<< TO BE CONTINUED >>>>>
I am sending this letter to you regarding your question about becoming a Gym Leader. I think that it is an excellent idea that you want to become a Gym Leader; more so, I think that the type you selected to pursue is a most worthy one. Not many Trainers would go the route you are going to face eventually.
The first step to becoming a Gym Leader is to obtain all eight badges needed to enter into the Pokemon League Competition held at the end of June. You must compete and secure a place that will get you into the Finals. Once there, you are eligible to face the Eilte Four. Once you register with them, you must battle each of them. If you are successful, then you will get a special badge that will allow you open up your own Gym. However, before you do that, there is one more crucial step.
You must face the current Gym Leader of the Type that you are registering for. That would be me. But then, I must tell you this: I am no pushover. I will battle you for everything it's worth. If you can successfully defeat me in a Pokemon Battle, then you will recieve your Leader's Liscense. Good luck, Brian. I am sending this letter in the hopes that you will recieve it before you leave on your Journey. If not, then you may recieve the answers to your questions in due time.
Sincerely yours,
Erika
CHAPTER ONE: A New Beginning
Sunlight streamed through the window of 14-year old Brian Wood's room as he slowly turned over in his sleep. It was a quiet, sleepy morning in Littleroot Town, and the world was just waking up. Taillow swooped around the bright sky in hopes of finding juicy Wurmple to eat. Across the street from Brian's house, Mrs. Bushel was busily working in her garden, attending to her Roselia and Bellossom. As the sun slowly climbed higher and higher, the peaceful morning was interupted by an explosion...
KABOOM! The Electrode alarm clock on Brian's dresser worked perfectly. Panicked, Brian leaped out of bed and reached wildly for the snooze button. Finding it, he slammed his hand down on it and threw the alarm-clock out of the window. Geez, he thought. I know I had to wake up early, but that alarm is ridiculous... He yawned and stretched as he reached for his clothes.
After a quick shower, he was ready. "Okay," said to himself aloud. "I need my pack... there it is. Umm... Extra clothes, check... toothbrush, check... Pokenav, check..." As he went down the list, his mother quietly knocked on the door.
"Honey," she whispered, "can I come in?" She let herself in and stood by Brian's door as he finished packing. "My little boy... all grown up and heading out on his first journey. It never is easy to let go, but when it's time... it's time..." she said, choked with tears.
"Mom..." Brian shifted uncomfortably. He didn't like seeing his mother like this, especially after her recent divorce with his father. She hugged him and shoved a pack into his hands.
"These are the essentials that every Trainer needs before going out into the world," she explained. "Extra food, an emergency kit, a Pokemon Center Kit, and a Guidebook." She sighed. "Now- go on and make me proud." She walked him to the door and watched him as he crossed the street. He turned to her and waved. With tears in her eyes, she waved back and slowly shut the door.
Brian took a deep breath. Then he looked up towards the huge lab that belonged to Professor Birch and headed towards it. Just as he got down the street, however, something made him stop. "BRIAN! WAIT!" Turning around, Brian saw Mrs. Bushel waddle up the street towards him. A Beautifly hovered in the air above her. Wheezing, she paused at Brian and waited for her breath to catch up to her.
"Mrs. Bushel," Brian started, "You know you shouldn't run like that. The doctor said-"
"I know what the doctor said," she cut in. "Don't run, don't hurry, don't eat too much, don't breathe in Stun Spore, don't, don't, don't. That's all a doctor's good for, is telling you what you don't need to be doing." Brian laughed at his old friend's rant. Mrs. Bushel took Brian's hand warmly and smiled. "Now I know you weren't going to leave without saying goodbye to me, were you?"
"No, I wouldn't have forgotten that, or I would never hear the end of it." They both laughed as Beautifly flitted near some potted flowers.
"Well, I guess you'd better go now, or you'll be late." Mrs. Bushel said. "But, take this-" She handed Brian a Pokemon Egg. It was pale blue and blotched with green spots.
"What's in it?" Brian asked as he gingerly took it.
"It's a secret," Mrs Bushel said, putting a finger to her lips. "My husband brought that egg home from one of his his trips from Kanto. I've had it in my incubator, but no luck. It needs to be with a strong Trainer to hatch. You are the perfect candidate."
Brian looked into Mrs. Bushel's wrinkled but happy face. "I- I can't take this," he stammered.
"Of course you can," she said. "You and I have had some special times, and that egg is my thanks. That garden of mine wouldn't be anything without you, and you're going to make a perfect Grass-type Gym Leader." Brian looked at the egg for a moment, and hugged his dear old friend.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"Don't mention it," she said. They let go of each other as Brian carefully put the egg into his pack.
"I'll take good care of it," he said.
"I know you will," replied Mrs. Bushel with a smile. Then, she waved to Brian as he made his way down the hill and out of sight.
Turning back towards his home, Brian saw Beautifly flit higher and higher into the sky. Then, it turned yellow and flashed brightly with a goodbye display of Morning Sun. Brian smiled and waved as he turned his back towards the warmth of his home.
<<<<< TO BE CONTINUED >>>>>