As the sun rose above the mountains, a small, feline Pokémon flew over to the peaceful village at the foot of the mountain range. It felt as if it had been drawn towards this place, the one place which had not been polluted, the one place that seemed to be unaffected by the catastrophes that were happening elsewhere in the region. The war between good and evil had devastated the rest of Kanto and Johto, or at least, the cities that didn't have ways of defending themselves. But not this one small, but vitally important village, where young children received their first pokémon and began their lifelong journey to explore the world of pokémon.
Slowly, the little creature flew around looking into each and every house, as if searching for something, until it came to a house that was slightly away from the rest. It looked inside and saw three triplets. They were the reason for its presence in this pure, untouched place. It felt an inexplicable connection with these three young children.
Suddenly, a deep voice in its head proclaimed, “YOU ARE THE KEY TO STOPPING THIS WAR. THE EVIL SIDE NEEDS YOU TO USE THEIR GREATEST WEAPON. JUST AS THEIR FATHER STOPPED HO-OH FROM FALLING IN TO THEIR CLUTCHES, THESE CHILDREN WILL STOP THEM FROM GETTING TO YOU.” Hearing this, the Pokémon teleported away, to speak to the Pokémon who had spoken those words.
Later that morning, those same three children woke up, got dressed and rushed down-stairs, where their mother was getting breakfast ready. Today was the most important day of their lives: their tenth birthday. The day they received their Pokémon trainer’s licences and began their Pokémon journeys, together of course.
“Happy Birthday triplets,” said their mother cheerfully. “Have you decided which pokémon you’re going to choose?”
“Charmander. When it becomes a Charizard, it will be a major powerhouse,” replied Alexander promptly.
“And it’s perfect for a hot-head like you,” retorted Alexandra. “Personally, I’m going to choose Bulbasaur. I can just imagine the appeals I can do with it. Plus it will be good for healing Alexander and Alexis’s pokémon.”
“Then I suppose I’ll get Squirtle,” said Alexis with a sigh. “No matter, that’s the one I would have chosen anyway.”
“Alexis, don’t forget that my first pokémon was a water type too,” said their mother consolingly. “Now remember children, don’t talk to strangers, train your pokémon regularly, so that they stay in good shape and call me as often as possible.”
“We know. We aren’t babies,” they chorused, while gobbling down their breakfast. A few minutes later, the triplets were on their way to meet the famous researcher Professor Oak to receive their starters. They cycled up to the top of a small hill to his laboratory and rang the doorbell.
“You’re very early,” said Professor Oak in surprise as he opened the door and smiled at the three eager children in front of him. “Come into my lab.” He led them into a small room with a round, metal stool in the middle. On top, there were three Poké balls. He tapped the front of each of them in turn, releasing the three pokémon inside from their temporary storage.
“Choose the one you want,” he said. They each chose the one they wanted, and he recalled the three starters into three different Poké balls. He gave each triplet the Poké ball containing their starter, a Pokédex, and five more Poké balls. “Now you are ready for your journey. These pokédexes contain all the information that you will need about the 151 pokémon of Kanto. The Poké balls are for capturing wild pokémon,” he said. “But be careful, there is a war going on. Keep your starter out at all times, in case you get attacked. We live in a world that isn’t safe for young children like the three of you.”
“We have our own pokémon. We’ll be fine,” they said in unison. They rushed out of the laboratory, impatient to begin their Pokémon journey, a journey that would be fraught with danger. What they did not know, was that, unknowingly, they would play a critical role in ending the war that had gone on for fifteen years, since before they were born.
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