Pokemon: No Limits

Prologue

Porto is a vast, vibrant region west of Unova, with towering forests, and bustling sea-side cities. It's inhabitants are some of the most caring people you could ever meet, always offering help, whether it be a stitch in your flannel or a cup of joe from the local Arbok's Coffee Co., no matter your walk of life.

The country-side is one long valley, home to many, many farms, where the Miltank provide the sweetest Moo Moo Milk for their specialty Choco flavor! You never know what kind of Pokémon you'll find in this region, because there is a climate and a home for all of them! Scorching deserts and soothing rainforests, even windy islands and freezing mountain tops, Porto provides comfortability to all of its locals and visitors alike. Our story, however, begins in the small town of Lavud, just before dusk...

Travis and Taylor sat on a fallen log, watching sparks flitter and float from the orange flames in front of them. The glow of the fire highlighted their features. Taylor was a young man with deep dimples on each side of this face; his sandy blond hair was pushed up by the copious amounts of gel he lathered into his bangs. Travis' features were more round than Taylor's and his skin and hair were a bit darker. Behind them was a long, brown double-wide trailer, Travis' home, where their parents were currently.

"Thank you for this, Taylor."

"What do you mean?" the other boy cocked his head.

"You didn't have to wait. You could've started your journey almost a month ago," Travis shifted a log in the fire, "Everyone else did as soon as they turned eighteen."

"What fun is a journey if you're alone? Plus, I need someone trailing behind me to make me look good, remember?" Taylor smirked as he shoved Travis' arm playfully. The boys laughed. "Happy birthday, Travis."

Taylor's father exited the trailer from the sliding screen door. He walked up to them, placing a hand on each boys' shoulder.

"Come on inside, we got something for each of you, I think you'll really like them," he said in a soft, yet demanding voice. He led them into the house and sat them on the couch in the living room. Travis' mother and step-father were to the left, Taylor's parents to the right. In front of their feet, the parents had placed two small boxes wrapped in colorfully decorated paper.

"Well?" Travis' mother gestured towards the presents.

Unwrapping them carefully, the boys' eyes grew wider with each tear, and before they knew it, each was holding a small brown box with a large logo on it reading "Devon Corporation, compliments of Mr. Stone."

"No way."

"No way, no way!"

The Devon Corporation was known for creating high tech gear for Pokémon trainers around the world, though their merchandise was normally very high priced. Seeing the logos excited the boys, causing them to open the boxes with more gusto.

Two gleaming PokéGear watches presented themselves to the soon-to-be trainers; Taylor's was electric blue, Travis' a bright lime green. Shock and awe crossed their faces as they looked up at each other, with gaping grins.

"A custom colored PokéGear for each of you. You won't see another two like them! Rich got Mr. Stone the deal of a lifetime on parts for his new project, and owed him a favor," Travis' mom pointed at her husband, "Do you know how they work?"

"Of course we know! Thank you so much!" they replied.

The night ended quickly after the gifts were opened, and Taylor and his family headed home. As Travis lay in his bed, he stared at the ceiling, pondering what was to come the next day. This journey, would it be dangerous? Exciting maybe? Or maybe It would be boring, and they would get tired from walking everywhere. Or maybe the pair would meet legendary Pokémon like they show on TV! He sat up and flicked the light switch next to his bed, illuminating his room. Across from him was his own television set, with his WiiU hooked up to it. Next to that, a bookshelf crammed with magazines, comic books, and novels of all sorts. The walls of his bedroom were plastered with posters of varying sizes, shapes, and content, but he continued to look at one in particular.

A man with an outstretched arm, holding what looked to be a PokéBall in his left hand stood proud at the top of a staircase. The poster read: "Champion Adam. At the top of the Porto League, your challenge awaits..." Travis laid back down and turned off his light as his mother's Purrloin jumped onto his bed. As he turned over to fall asleep he muttered...

"My challenge awaits..."

Elsewhere...

A figure sat at a robust metal desk. He was leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, waiting for something. This man was calm, collected under pressure, but never took threats lightly. He had long been the head of his organization, which had suffered many hardships in the past, but for those that stuck with them, had also benefited great income. A 'swoosh' noise came from the door, and he turned to face the person entering.

"Boss, the helicopter is ready, are you set to go?" a grunt asked the man.

"Yes, tell the others that I'm moving, I expect to be in Porto by daybreak. The business in Roshan City is more important than you know," he replied gruffly.

The man moved swiftly from his chair to the coat rack, and out the door, followed, not-so-gracefully, by the grunt. The two marched down the corridor, passing other grunts and scientists, many of which looked up and left behind whatever they were doing, falling in line behind their leader and escorting him to the roof. Upon arrival, they stood guard whilst the man climbed into the cockpit and took off, flying away from the rising sun.