Luck Lewis is a young Pokémon trainer from New Bark Town in the wonderful, adventure-packed Johto, and when he receives his first Pokémon from Professor Elm himself, he is excited to travel the world and start his journey of becoming a powerful Poké...
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Route 29, Spring of 2021
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Luck Lewis stood at the edge of New Bark Town, toeing the slightly longer, slightly greener grass on the other side of the white sign with the big 29 in bold, black numbers. Everytime he left the imaginary border that separated his childhood from his future by crossing the line where the town ended and the wilderness began, he felt chills running down his body and the tune of the breeze change ever-so-slightly, making him giggle with nervousness. He breathed in and out loudly, hoping around like an athlete warming up their muscles before a marathon and psyching himself up with murmurs, followed in his prancing by the small eyes of the Pokémon he had not since put back inside his Pokéball, a testament of the bad habits that were to follow him over the years and that he had so acquired from her mother's soft spot for massive beasts. He eyed him. "...Don't look at me like that, Cyndaquil", he sighed, "I'm just... I'm... I'm trying, okay?". Cyndaquil mouthed his name in a confused tone. "It's just that... well, this is the first time I've ever left town on my own... or, er, with a Pokémon". Cyndaquil turned his head, following Luck as he paced like a lost Deerling, talking to himself and shaking his hands. "Okay... alright, okay, I'm ready... I'm ready! Alright! Alright, let's... let's go... okay... I'm ready", he stopped in his tracks, walking up to the Pokémon, "are you ready?". Cyndaquil, clueless, cheered happily, extending his arms towards Luck. He took him and placed him on his hat, taking a deep breath and looking out to the green Route 29 once more, "... alright, Route 29, here we come! Don't we, Cyndaquil?", he asked, and the Pokémon responded enthusiastically. "Yeah... yeah! That's the spirit, buddy, let's... !".
"Dude, if you're not gonna walk at least don't spoil the view". Luck turned as he head a voice behind him: a full-toothed grin and mocking raised eyebrows passed him swiftly, a mane of blond hair with freshly-dyed green tips blowing in the wind as the figure made its way across the imaginary border that, suddenly, evaporated into thin air. Luck blinked, startled, "oh, I... hi, Lorelei", he blurted out, fixing his backpack and hurrying to catch up with her as she left him behind. "I heard your little monologue back there", Lorelei laughed, making him blush. "Eh, I was just... Cyndaquil was scared, so I was trying to psych him up, isn't that right, little guy?", he raised his hand to pet his Pokémon, taking it away with a scowl as it burned him with the flames on his back, "... ah, haha... silly little guy". Lorelei turned to him, her fast tongue ready with another snarky comment, but her mocking grin immediately softened at the sight of the small Cyndaquil hanging out on Luck's head, a strand of the boy's blond hair stuck in his mouth. "Well aren't you the cutest", she smiled, closing her eyes, "what's his name?", she added, inching to pet it's head. "Oh, careful, he doesn't really like...", Luck tried, but the Cyndaquil squealed excitedly at her sight and nudged his head into her hand, making him grumble, "he's... uh... his name is...". Lorelei frowned, "you haven't named him yet?". Luck shook his head and she sucked her teeth, "such bad luck you wound up with Luck as your trainer, Cyndaquil, out of every single one from New Bark Town... and you still managed to get the dumbest one!".
