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Sorry that the prolog is very short, chapters will be much longer...
Prolog: Heading to a new Land
(PG-13)
I sat on my bed in the cabin of a ship humming to myself, looking down at a blue pokemon egg, yes I am a breeder, been a breeder for almost nine years now. I love to hatch pokemon and raise them from eggs, I usually end up donating most of the pokemon I hatch and give them to kind trainers, but this egg was important, because my grandma sent this egg to me.
I was heading over to the Loand Region, a region in which I was born, but I was raised in Kanto. Loand is not your everyday happy region. It is mostly marshy and swampy, and there are very few major cities. It is also very humid and it rains a lot. I also heard that it has a very bad smell that can take a couple of months to get use too. There are also only three gyms here to, and a tiny pokemon league, which that really doesn’t matter to me much saying I am a breeder.
So why am I heading to this region then? Well there are two reasons on why I want to see it. The first reason that I would want to see this region is because it is my home region, the place I was born, but left it when I was too young to even remember it. The second reason I want to visit this region is because of Summer Mountain, the only place in the region that was not swampy and had a nice breeding center.
I looked down at the egg again and then at the pokeball around my neck. The pokemon around my neck was the most important pokemon to me because it was my starter, the grass/poison pokemon, now fully grown in it final form, given to me by professor Oak almost nine years ago.
“All getting off at Sha’in Port, Loand Region, please step off.” A voice on the intercom said. I grabbed my backpack and the incubator that the pokemon egg was in and then left the room to get off the ship.
As I got off the ship, I saw that the only walkway was gravel, “Great this place is so poor that it cant even afford a street.” I looked at the small city, a pokemon center, a restaurant, and about ten homes, a sign said, Sha’in Port Pop: 43. A smell of swamp water came from the marsh that seemed to come from all directions heading away from the town. “Well I guess this is the place I was born, maybe I should check in at the pokemon center.”
Prolog: Heading to a new Land
(PG-13)
I sat on my bed in the cabin of a ship humming to myself, looking down at a blue pokemon egg, yes I am a breeder, been a breeder for almost nine years now. I love to hatch pokemon and raise them from eggs, I usually end up donating most of the pokemon I hatch and give them to kind trainers, but this egg was important, because my grandma sent this egg to me.
I was heading over to the Loand Region, a region in which I was born, but I was raised in Kanto. Loand is not your everyday happy region. It is mostly marshy and swampy, and there are very few major cities. It is also very humid and it rains a lot. I also heard that it has a very bad smell that can take a couple of months to get use too. There are also only three gyms here to, and a tiny pokemon league, which that really doesn’t matter to me much saying I am a breeder.
So why am I heading to this region then? Well there are two reasons on why I want to see it. The first reason that I would want to see this region is because it is my home region, the place I was born, but left it when I was too young to even remember it. The second reason I want to visit this region is because of Summer Mountain, the only place in the region that was not swampy and had a nice breeding center.
I looked down at the egg again and then at the pokeball around my neck. The pokemon around my neck was the most important pokemon to me because it was my starter, the grass/poison pokemon, now fully grown in it final form, given to me by professor Oak almost nine years ago.
“All getting off at Sha’in Port, Loand Region, please step off.” A voice on the intercom said. I grabbed my backpack and the incubator that the pokemon egg was in and then left the room to get off the ship.
As I got off the ship, I saw that the only walkway was gravel, “Great this place is so poor that it cant even afford a street.” I looked at the small city, a pokemon center, a restaurant, and about ten homes, a sign said, Sha’in Port Pop: 43. A smell of swamp water came from the marsh that seemed to come from all directions heading away from the town. “Well I guess this is the place I was born, maybe I should check in at the pokemon center.”