RakuenGrowlithe

Disclaimer: I don’t own Pokemon, the following story is fanfiction. An: An old story from when I was Gardie. This version has minor changes to the text. Thoughts “Human speech.”-----Ryan was fourteen-years-old and had been a pokémon trainer for three years. He was back in his home town of Sunaga, on the edge of a desert. The whole town was hot and dusty, only ever cool at night. Ryan was inside an underground club with his four friends. He was wearing a pair of black sandals, black shorts with red stripes down the side and a red T-shirt. He had four pokéballs clipped on his belt. “Are you doing anything for Halloween, Ryan?” asked Ryan’s ...

PrologueThe two trainers stood facing each other. A large flat piece of ground was in front of them. “We each have one pokémon left,” said the first trainer, a guy who had long black hair, one lock covering his left eye, and was wearing a grey shirt and black tracksuit. “Fine,” replied the other, wearing baggy green pants and a black T-shirt with a charmander on the front, “Let’s battle!” Each held a tiny pokéball and pressed the button on the middle line. With a swooshing sound the balls expanded to normal size. Both trainers threw their pokéball into the centre. “Pokéball go!” The first one opened and revealed a male umbreon in a burst o...