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| - Deep within the chambers of Meteor Falls, an important meeting took place. Who they were and what they were tasked with was a mystery to the rest of the Hoenn Region, but their work was important, regardless. Something bad was boiling up within the region and they would have to put a stop to it before things got out of hand. Ten cloaked figures sat around a stone table and laid down a massive map of the entire Hoenn region. These people studied the map extensively as they took note of the red and blue marks on the map. A female with black hair cut down to her shoulders stood and faced the center of the map. She looked to be about eighteen-years-old with burning orange eyes. "These are the coordinates I stole from Team Magma's master map in their hideout," the female said as she pointed to several red marks. "I know that there is clearly something in each of these areas that they want, but I'm not sure what it is." "I'm not surprised that they have Mt. Chimney marked off," Ray, who was one of the cloaked figures, commented. He quickly scanned the map again to make sure that he got a full understanding of their important areas. "I'm surprised that you managed to get this from them, Zinnia." "Thank you," Zinnia nodded with a cheeky smile. "It took a lot of hiding, but this is as accurate as it gets." "What does Team Aqua want?" Olivia, another one of the cloaked figures, asked. "I can see Slateport City marked off on theirs." "I'm guessing that they want easy access to the port," Zinnia answered. "Not to mention the fact that Captain Stern has some serious research hidden somewhere there." "What could these guys possibly want from Stern?" a cloaked figure with piercing steel blue eyes and shiny silver hair asked. "That's what I don't know, Steven," Zinnia shrugged defeatedly. "All I know is that Team Magma wants to increase Hoenn's land size and Team Aqua wants to increase Hoenn's sea area. Beyond that, anything is fair game." "Damn..." Steven growled. "If they do anything to destroy my beautiful region, I swear I'll..." "Whoa!" Ray exclaimed out of the blue. "Both of these goons have an interest in Mt. Pyre." "Yeah, I'm aware of that," Zinnia said. "Isn't Mt. Pyre where the Red and Blue Orbs are kept?" Ray asked. The entire room fell dead silent. It was obvious now why the two organizations wanted to seize the Orbs for themselves. Nobody was brave enough to make eye contact with one another, so Zinnia eventually cleared her throat. "They... they intend on... awakening the legends..." Zinnia mumbled, looking at her shoes. "Are they stupid?" Steven asked loudly. "This could be disastrous! No - scratch that - this will be disastrous!" "Yes, I know that!" Zinnia exclaimed in response. "But we've let both of them grow so large in size that it's going to be impossible to stop them!" "We're going to need to build our own army from the ground up," a cloaked figure with turquoise hair and eyes said with a flair in his voice. "Yes, Wallace, we're going to have to find more trainers that are capable of holding them off," Steven agreed. "We need as much help as we can get." "I can scout for good trainers at my gym in Sootopolis," Wallace offered. "I'll travel the Hoenn region looking for ideal trainers," Steven said and looked at the cities on the map. "I know that I will find at least one worthy of the challenge." "Ray and I will do the same," Olivia nodded. "We'll fly the region watching battles to see if we can find any exceptional trainers." "Good," Zinnia sighed and rolled up the map. "I guess this is where we split up, then." It was early in the morning when the alarm clock in Brendan's room suddenly started buzzing. He jolted out of bed and let the sunlight from the windows fill his eyes. The alarm clock continued buzzing and Brendan fumbled around on the night stand before he was able to find it and shut it off. "Whoa, I am so tired..." Brendan groaned and scratched his eyes. He got out of bed and performed his morning ritual of brushing, showering, and changing before he heard a knock on the door. He opened it to find May standing on the other side. "Well, it's seven in the morning," she said with a hint of tiredness in her voice. "Didn't you want to go battle your dad?" "Yup, I'm all ready!" Brendan pumped his fist. "I've got everything all packed up. What about you?" "Same here," May nodded. "Wanna head out?" The two of them checked out of the Pokémon Center and headed outside. Since May didn't have anything especially fun to do, she figured that watching Brendan take on his father would be fun enough. She followed him all the way to the Petalburg Gym. "Here it is," Brendan said and looked at the massive building. It was mostly wooden with Japanese style architecture. "Time to get my first Gym Badge." "Don't be too cocky," May reminded him and followed him into the gym. The gym's interior was designed just like an ideal dojo with wooden walls and scrolls with kanji lined up on the walls. It seemed as the entire gym was themed to act as a training center. Needless to say, it was practically breathtaking. Norman stood on the main stage of the gym looking out the window. His arms were crossed as he was deep in thought, just waiting for another challenger. Brendan and May could tell that the gym was where he found peace and solitude with the world. As he heard footsteps behind him, he turned around to find the pair inside his gym. "Well, if it isn't Brendan!" Norman called out to his son and walked over to him. "Your mother said you were headed over. Who's your friend?" "I'm May!" May smiled and shook Norman's hand. "I'm Professor Birch's daughter." "That's right, your father told me a lot about you," Norman smiled and returned the handshake. He looked curiously to Brendan. "Anyways, what brings you here, son?" "I'm gonna beat you and get my first gym badge!" Brendan smiled and looked up at his father. "Brendan, I really think you should train your Pokémon well before you go and challenge a gym..." Norman said and placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "You've just started on your journey." "You couldn't even beat a wild Corphish..." May joked. "How do you expect to beat your dad?" "But..." Brendan said before cutting himself off. His father was right, there was no way he would be able to defeat a Gym Leader by barely training his Pokémon. "I guess you're right, dad." "Tell you what, there's a gym in the next city called Rustboro," Norman informed his son. "By the time you get there, you should have trained enough to take on the Gym Leader, Roxanne." "You're right," Brendan smiled and nodded. "I'm gonna get stronger, get more badges, and then I'm gonna beat you!" "I trust you will," Norman laughed heartily. The doors to the Petalburg Gym slowly creaked open and a timid looking boy with wild chartreuse hair walked in. He took slow steps over to the three who were standing, watching him. He seemed to be the same age as Brendan and May. Just by looking into his eyes, Norman could tell that this boy had potential. Deep within that timid soul was a trainer longing for adventure. A trainer longing for his calling. "Um, Mr. Norman..." the boy started. "I'm thinking of... umm... visiting my family in Verdanturf and... I need... no... I think I need a Pokémon for protection. Is it alright if I... if I borrowed one of your Pokémon so I could... catch my own?" "You must be Wally, correct?" Norman asked. "The neighbor's boy?" "Yes..." Wally nodded while looking away nervously. "Tell you what, I'll lend you my Zigzagoon right here," Norman offered and handed Wally a PokéBall containing Zigzagoon. "And Brendan and May will stand behind you so that nothing bad happens." "Aw, thanks Mr. Norman!" Wally exclaimed. It appeared as if a smile started to form on his face. "Here, I'll give you a few empty PokéBalls to help you get started." Norman handed Wally five PokéBalls. "Oh boy, thank you so much!" Wally beamed and put the PokéBalls in his small gray satchel. Wally turned to leave the gym with Brendan and May close behind him. Since he was seemingly very timid, it would take an extra set of eyes to make sure that he didn't accidentally get himself into deep trouble. Norman was sure that the kids would be able to hold up just fine. The three teenagers made it to a small patch of grass in Route 102 that Wally decided would be a good place to scout for Pokémon. Brendan and May kept a watch on him to make sure he knew what he was doing. He took slow steps into the tall grass to make sure that he did not end up upsetting a powerful Pokémon into attacking him. "So I just stand here and wait, right?" Wally asked shyly and continued to walk deeper into the grass, his eyes peeled out for any Pokémon. "Yep, that's how it works," May answered. "How long does it usually take? I can't seem to find any-AH!" Wally cut himself off as he noticed a wild Pokémon in front of him. It was a small white Pokémon with a green head which had a red wedge in it. "I... I think it's going to attack me!" "Whoa, what's that?" Brendan asked and pulled out his PokéDex. He pointed it at the Pokémon. "Ralts, the Feeling Pokémon," Brendan's PokéDex began. "Ralts senses the emotions of people using the horns on its head. This Pokémon rarely appears before people. But when it does, it draws closer if it senses that the person has a positive disposition." "Go, Zigza-" Wally held his PokéBall up before stopping himself halfway. It appeared that the Pokémon was looking up at him curiously, clearly intending no harm. "Wait a minute, it doesn't want to attack me..." Wally knelt on the ground next to Ralts and stared at it for what seemed to Brendan and May like an eternity. Eventually, he reached out a hand to the Pokémon and it reached back to him. He stuck out his other hand, containing an empty PokéBall, and Ralts touched it back. "I... I think it wants to be my friend..." Wally said quietly before looking to the two more experienced trainers. "Does it want to be my friend?" "That's what it looks like," Brendan smiled. "Do you want to be its friend, as well?" "I think so... I mean... yes! Yes, I do!" Wally exclaimed and looked back to the small Pokémon. "Ralts, do you want to be my friend?" Ralts nodded slowly and Wally could see a smile form with its mouth. Wally tapped Ralts' head with his PokéBall and Ralts was sucked into the glowing vortex. The PokéBall hit the ground, shook for a bit, and then clicked. Wally slowly picked it up. For the first time in his life, he felt like he had a purpose. There was this new found flame that lit in his heart - one that burnt with an undying passion. With a Pokémon now traveling by his side, he felt like he was invincible. He was sure he would become the very best. "I... I... I captured my first Pokémon!" Brendan and May couldn't help but smile at the boy. They were watching someone's personality completely transform in front of them, and they knew it. It was a beautiful sight and they were sure Wally would turn into an exceptional trainer. "Congrats, bro." Brendan patted his shoulder. "How does it feel?" "Unreal," Wally shivered. A powerful chill ran down his spine. "I'm a Pokémon Trainer."
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