Chapter 1.1
Exams.
"Ugh, do I have to get up this early?"
"Yes, you know your exam is today."
The exam she spoke of was to come of age. You needed to wander into the wilderness by your self and catch a pokemon. Seeing as pokemon had broke free of human control 20 years prior, this was no small feat.
"Yes, I know."
Jack got out of his tent, and joined the others for an early breakfast.
"Ok, here is how it works. You youngsters will follow any of the four different paths leading away from this camp" Explained the camp leader. "From there, you will catch a pokemon, and bring it back. Understood?"
"Yes!" was the nervous reply from the 10 or so teens.
"Ok. Begin!"
Jack walked to the eastern path, and followed it for what seemed like an eternity. His 5 pokeballs would have to do, as they were all he could get. He noticed that most of the other boys had taken the southern path, and hoped that they did not do it for a reason unknown to Jack. He started whistling, because the relative quiet unnerved him.
He heard a rustling, and turned around in fright. A small patch of grass wiggled, and out walked a small white creatuere with a green hat-like object on it's head.
"So your the little guy who's been scaring me. I guess I might as well catch you."
He through a pokeball, and the creature disappeared.
"Dang, where did you go?"
He heard a noise that almost sounded like laughter behind him. The creature was obviously laughing at him.
"Argh. I will get you!"
He threw another ball to no avail.
"All right, where are you now?"
He quickly turned around, and threw a ball at an empty patch of grass. Right then, the ralts teleported there, and got hit right on the head with the ball.
It shook once. Twice. Three Times. *click*.
"YES! I GOT YOU NOW!!!"
That night, he let out the little fellow.
"Well, I might as well introduce my self" said a voice in Jacks head.
"AGGH, WHOS THERE???"
"It's me, Ralts."
"What you?"
"Yes, obviously I am talking to you through my synchronize ability."
"Oh, thats cool. Do you want soup?"
Jack offered up his bowl that he had just heated up in the campfire.
"No, Im cool."
"Woah, got a little sass in you, huh?"
"I prefer to call it, 'class'."
"Ummmmmm, o..k???"
"By the way, where do we sleep?"
