Whew. This chapter, Arceus, I struggled just to write this. I never imagined a chapter like this being longer than the original length of 5 thousand. Well, my longest I've ever written in my writing career lies before your very eyes. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. It's an important one!

I'll see you at the bottom! Now I need to take a nap...

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Maverick's Sinnoh Adventure
Arc 1: The Roar of Time & The Spacial Rend

Chapter 4: A Starting Point

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The blinding sun flooded through the room with its warm light on the early morning in Sinnoh, providing a better light for the travelers as they traversed through the region. The wild Pokémon were lively today, taking a few steps out of their homes and enjoying themselves in the warm weather. It was morning, and Maverick had to break it to himself no matter how hard he tried to ignore it.

His head hurt.

"Arceus, Alex..." he whined, still holding his head from the collision from earlier. He was on his bed, writhing in pain, causing his bedsheets to get disheveled from his movements. His favorite way of greeting the morning. "Do you have to be over me when I'm sleeping?"

The boy in question glanced up from the floor. He, too, was holding his head in obvious pain, his dirty blond locks being squished by his hand. He tried to shake off the pain and attempt to stand up at his question. He didn't ask for a headache this early in the morning either. He groaned. "Ow...Y-you were being weird, so I just decided to check in on you. I didn't think you'd hurt me in the process," was the comment which the other teen ignored. Thinking about his sudden start, Alex grew curious. "You were saying something about a 'she', 'I couldn't'... What was that about?" he inquired, now rubbing his head.

Maverick just sighed as he was reminded about that dream he had last night. He remembered it all clearly, this dream had yet to vanish from his head. He reflected on that poor little girl getting hurt. The way that Zangoose's attack ripped right through her face, how her strange looking Riolu tried protecting her Eevee, and how that man...Maverick shivered.

"I don't want to think about it," he whispered to himself, gripping his head tighter.

His eyebrows drooped and a frown tugged at his lips; he couldn't help it. It was just...so real. It was almost as if he was there himself, witnessing what happened. The earth felt too real beneath his feet, and the air he breathed in was fresh, too vivid enough to be a dream. He remembered how frozen he was, how his body made it nearly impossible to run and help that poor girl. He was forced to watch in horror. As he kept remembering, he grew confused, frustrated, afraid. What was that about, anyway? Why him? Who was that? How did it all start? Where were they? When did this take place...?

Did this really happen?

The questions kept swirling, nearly driving him insane. He didn't have answers to these, but the voices kept bombarding him nonstop, until, finally, he had enough. Maverick shook his head, this time really trying to rid himself of such thoughts.

"I don't know," he sighed out in defeat, his fist angrily clenched.

"Well...whatever it was," Alex replied slowly, noticing his delirious state, standing up and putting his hand at his side. He looked to be recovered, his head no longer pounded, much to his relief. "Don't think about it much. On a brighter note, know what today is?" He asked, doing a complete 180 of the subject at hand. The way he asked Maverick made it seem like it was a good thing, given his sudden mood change and straightened posture. Maverick calmed when he saw his happy mood, and soon realized it was morning. With his head finally clear, he searched his brain for an answer, but the only thing that came up was that his head still hurt.

"I'm currently blanking. Want to remind me?"

Alex's mood instantly deflated and was replaced with a surprised look. "What? How could you forget? Today is the day we get our Starter Pokémon! Remember?"

Maverick simply stared at the boy in front of him.

Starter Pokémon?

"Oh...Oh right!" he groaned, as he smacked himself at his forgetfulness. He couldn't blame himself, after what happened that previous night. But still, how could he forget such an important thing? This is the day he practically dreamed of since he was a child!

"...Whatever you dreamed of must've really affected you. But anyway, I finally decided on who I'm choosing over sleep! It was a tough choice."

"...You decided over sleep?" Maverick asked, looking at the boy plainly.

"Uh huh." He nodded, almost triumphantly. "Well, I actually didn't think I'd get a Starter or something until Mom and Dad came home..." Alex admitted with his volume growing quieter. His posture slackened slightly, but it straightened once again when he put a smile on his face. "I'm glad grandma talked to them, though. So, I know who I'm choosing. Do you know?"

Now that he was asked, Maverick realized he never gave it much thought. He remembered that there were three options, the Grass type, Water type and the Fire type. Any of the three will do, honestly. He sat up and scratched the back of his head with a sheepish look. "Uh, I never really..." he trailed off, casting his window a shy look.

At this, Alex threw his hands up, seemingly done with his antics, although unintentional. "Mav! You seriously haven't thought of it? Dude, you wanted to go on a journey for the longest time and you haven't thought of a Pokémon to choose from?"

Maverick put his hands up in surrender hurriedly. "Hey! I was just excited I was going to receive one!"

Alex just sighed. "Maverick, you're hopeless. First, you have this weird dream, then you don't decide on who you're choosing as your partner. Next thing I'll know, I'll become the World Champion while you're still training...you gotta pick up the pace, man." Alex said with a steady snap of his fingers.

Maverick followed his fingers and began nodding slowly, he's always been the slower one out of the three. "Yeah, I know, I know."

"No, you literally have to pick up the pace. It's almost noon time." Alex pointed out, signaling his hand towards the alarm clock seated on Maverick's bedside table. Maverick widened his eyes in confusion, and leaned down to take a gander. Sure enough, etched in bright blue numbers was the time. "See? 11:23." Alex told him. It was now Maverick looked at him. He was dressed in a blue collared shirt, and was wearing khaki jeans.

"What? How long was I out?" asked Maverick as he flew out of his bed, revealing his blue pajamas. He shuffled towards the bathroom connected to his room, intending to get ready for the day ahead. Alex leaned down and began organizing his duffle bag containing his sleepwear when Glameow sauntered in. The door creaked at her arrival.

"You've been knocked out for a while. I wanted to wake you earlier but you were sleeping so soundly, that is, until you started acting weird." he answered, taking some time to scratch Glameow. Maverick appeared to be brushing his teeth, vaguely annoyed at the thought of his reply.

"Ish Weka ah ache?" he bubbled out, and looked himself in the mirror. Alex looked at him from the cracked open door and nodded slowly, not quite understanding him. Glameow seemed to, as she meowed in response.

"Uh, if you're asking about Rika, she is awake. We haven't eaten yet though," came Alex's response. Maverick nodded and finished his morning rituals. After stepping out and changing into a green T-shirt and black jeans, the group of three headed down to the kitchen where they greeted Maverick's father who was seated with a cheery Rika across from him. Glameow leaped from Alex's arms and bounded towards a very calm Kimberly who was cooking breakfast. Rika looked up and smiled gladly at the two.

"It's about time you decided to come down," she spoke, resting her face on her hand. Her hair was neatly combed, her bangs not getting in the way this time. "I was getting antsy."

"Sorry," Maverick replied sheepishly once again. "I didn't realize I slept for so long. Didn't really intend to..."

"Well, you're here now. That's all that matters." The Dad spoke up, looking at his son. "Sleep well?"

The two of them took a seat and the teens nodded on their way down (Maverick's nod was slower, however). "What's for breakfast, Mrs. Anderson?" Alex asked. "And for that matter, where's Grandma?"

The woman looked up from her pancake flipping and casted a smile down at the guest. "Oh, your Grandma went home for the day, she said she had something to take care of. Though, she'll be returning later. As for breakfast, pancakes and sausages," she replied as she put her frying pan down. The aroma from the food filled their nostrils and it made them swoon happily. It was a good thing, Alex was starving.

"Big day ahead, huh?" Jonathan suggested, changing the subject. He leaned forward a little and rested his hands on the table, giving the three of them reassuring gazes. Alex, Maverick and Rika looked back at him with grins growing on their faces. They couldn't believe the day was finally here. Staying in one place was no longer the task starting tomorrow. The sadness that Maverick felt was almost nonexistent at this point, being replaced with a growing excitement just asking to come out. They nodded.

"Yeah," Rika responded, lifting her head up. "I'm glad!"

Alex's grin grew wider. "Can't believe the day is finally here!"

Maverick gave a happy sigh in response. "It's about time."

Jonathan chuckled, and leaned back. "I understand that feeling, that's how I felt when it was my time to receive my Starter years ago. Times were much simpler back then, yes?" he asked, glancing towards his wife.

She gave a small smile as she began serving the food. "They sure were. I miss those days."

Jon held up two fingers. "You have two hours. Have you all thought which Pokémon you're choosing? It's a tough choice, I can tell you first hand." He put his hand down and looked expectantly at the teenagers. As if on que, Rika pulled out the card containing a picture of the three Starters of the Sinnoh Region. Underneath the picture were their names, colored accordingly. "Piplup, Turtwig and Chimchar."

Rika and Maverick sent their gaze onto the card while Alex leaned back and smiled triumphantly. "I decided over sleep, but I'm not spilling. It's a secret!"

"Why...?" Rika questioned, her eyes never leaving the card.

"My lips are sealed," the boy finalized, earning a huff from the girl. She rolled her eyes and instantly went back to looking. Upon sliding her gaze on a certain Pokémon, she breathed in happily and almost shoved the card in her brother's face, which earned her a groan.

"I've decided!" she stated happily.

"Have you?" asked Kimberly, surprised by her outburst. "Who'd you choose?"

Rika shook her head and motioned with her hands to her mouth. Two can play it that game. "Like Alex, I'm not telling!" At this, the father raised his eyebrows, amused at their behavior. Meanwhile, Maverick lifted the card from his face and looked over the three slowly, analyzing them. Kimberly noticed his confused, slightly unsure face as she walked over, holding food in each hand. She set the plates down and spoke to him.

"A thing I learned," she started, getting her son's attention, "is that you have to choose wisely. Not for appearance or power, but the one you feel you'll have a connection with. Pokémon are tough creatures, make the wrong decision, and it'll cost you." At this new bit of info, all three teenagers present froze and looked up with horrified faces, though that mostly came from Alex. Kimberly stifled a laugh as she laid Alex's plate down. The Dad rolled his eyes a bit while Glameow yawned, now underneath the table. She yawned in response. "I'm only teasing. You're over thinking this a bit much. Try to relax, sweetie."

Maverick's hands shook a little as he attempted to relax at her words. Geez, his mom didn't have to scare him like that. Still, Maverick thought, it really was a tough choice. Having a connection? What does that mean? He looked over the figures on the card and mentally sighed. 'I wonder who I'll choose,' he thought.

"Mom, Dad, I honestly have no clue..." he replied quietly. His parents nodded, understanding where he was coming from.

"Your father was in the same place you are in," his Mother started. "I remember he had to keep a younger Professor Rowan waiting for almost three days just for his answer," she winked towards her husband. His face turned red and he looked away embarrassed.

"They didn't have to know that..."

"Isn't there any time where you two weren't like us when you were younger?" Rika asked with a small giggle. That caused everyone to laugh a little. Finally, with their food served, all of them began eating happily. Glameow purred in response to her food being so tasty.

"It's only natural. Every beginning Trainer feels this way at some point. Don't think about your decision too much, when the time comes, the answer will be as clear as day," the older woman concluded. Maverick had to say she could be right. He could only guess that his mind was still jumbled up from the night prior, but now is no time to be thinking about such things.

Today is supposed to be a happy day.

Speaking of today, Maverick remembered, it was supposedly the day that the Sinnoh League is ending. There's three matches today, being the final four and the top two.

"Hey, Dad?" he called, causing his father to look up in response. "Wasn't today the day the Sinnoh League ends?"

The question made Jonathan's eyebrows raise, he momentarily forgot all about it. He finished chewing up his pancake and swallowed, before clearing his throat. "Right, hang on. Where is that remote..." He proceeded to stand and head towards the living room. Alex made a noise in surprise and immediately hurried to finish his food, making an embarrassed Rika smile nervously at his pace. Maverick could only copy his friend, as he too gobbled up his food and went towards the living area. His Mom shook her head at the three's behavior.

"Boys and their battles..." she commented, her tone filled with amusement.

"Tell me about it," Rika agreed, also finishing her food at a faster, but neater rate than the males, to which Kimberly could only raise an eyebrow at. Her daughter noticed and slowed a little. "Mom, I'm not much of a battle person, but it's interesting enough to view and give insight on," she stated matter-of-factly.

Kimberly could only stifle a small giggle. "No complaints here, honey. Let's say we finish up and see what all the commotion's about."

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The males were relaxing around the television, the teens eagerly stared at it as a program came on. Onscreen, the words "Jubilife TV" appeared, before fading away to pictures revealing the four finalists of this year's Sinnoh League. The most recognizable being Ash Ketchum in the upper left, a strange looking man across from him, and two others underneath.

"It's that time again!" A voice on the tv spoke to them enthusiastically. The pictures onscreen were minimized to show a beautiful lady giving them all a dazzling smile. She had shining brown hair and blue eyes laced with undying determination. "Today is the day that this year's Lily of the Valley Conference is coming to an end! All one hundred twenty-eight Trainers that have appeared and fought valiantly have dwindled down to four! These four Trainers have given their all this year, and now, they'll continue to battle it out in a series of six on six matchups to determine the winner!

"My name is Rhonda, and I'm with Sinnoh Now, bringing you the 'portal to what's hip and happening in Sinnoh!'" And there it was, the motto that was well known throughout the region. Sinnoh Now was stationed under the Jubilife TV Network, and is the most popular news outlet in the region. It broadcasts a wide variety of programs, its most popular being the League Conferences in Sinnoh. It's been around for many generations, always enlightening their viewership. You'd best better believe whatever they say is always the truth.

"Battling it out on closing day are these four Trainers: Tobias, a seasoned Trainer who has managed to not break a sweat so far! His fearsome Darkrai is sweeping his opponents left and right! His opponent for the match? None other than Ash Ketchum! An up and coming Trainer who hails from the cozy Pallet Town in Kanto! His ace that's been with him from the start is Pikachu, a fast and powerful Electric Type," she continued on.

The females emerged from the kitchen with Rika wearing a confused expression on her face. "Who is Tobias?" she asked as she sat herself on a couch beside her mother. The name caught her ear so many times that past week. From interviews to rumors, it seems this Tobias character was hot stuff nowadays. Her brother turned, astonished at such a question.

"You haven't heard of Tobias?" He asked that question after a moment of silence, furthering the surprised nature of his question. She shook her head slowly.

"I've heard his name thrown around so much recently. What's his deal?"

"Media says that Tobias is a Trainer that's well known around a region called Unova," her father explained. "He's this strong Trainer that reportedly traveled to Sinnoh to compete in this year's League. Tobias claims that he's been training for over a decade, and won a League in another region and the such. Apparently, Darkrai is the only known Pokémon he has. His name's been in buzz because of the League rules being changed a few years ago. The organization now allows for Mythicals being used, oddly enough. He's the only one to take advantage of that."

"Mythical?" Rika asked quickly. "Darkrai? How'd he catch it?" The girl continued shoot questions about the man, and Maverick couldn't blame her. It just seemed odd. The League rules allowing this to pass with no questions asked? He could only wonder why the sudden change.

"I wish I knew, honey," Jonathan stated as Rhonda finished talking about the other two finalists onscreen. Rika turned her attention back as the match Rhonda rambled on about was commencing. After a brief introduction by the play by play announcers, the third to last match began with a bang. Almost instantly, Tyranitar and Rhyperior were locked in a power struggle. They both had their hands in a stalemate, hoping to overpower the other through sheer force alone. The Rock Types growled and roared at each other through it all, which practically had Maverick and Alex on their toes.

"...And there they go again! Mark's Rhyperior slams into Tyranitar with a powerful Drill Run! How can Tyrone get out of this rut now with Rhyperior's constant barrage?!" the announcer excitedly asked, his voice coexisting with the crowds worried yelps.

"Get 'em back, Ty!" Tyrone desperately called from his side of the field. The other Trainer smirked.

"Rhyperior, let's keep up the pressure."

"They're strong!" Alex breathed out as they all watched the titans go at it. "No wonder Rhonda mentioned top four being expert level."

"From experience, Trainers that has been doing this," Jonathan motioned towards the television, "for years, get this far. First years and rookies barely make it past top sixteen, that spot is usually where they'd cap out. But if you end up making it past that round, you're hot stuff. Top eight and beyond is usually where 'the league begins', as the older generation puts it."

"Expect fame from that point on," Kimberly added. The older woman sat across her husband, and she stared at him as she remembered viewing earlier competitions that he took part in. She remembered him being a Trainer for two years and placing in the top eight, media swarmed him immediately following the match, praising him on how far he came. Of course, from being a top coordinator, she was no stranger to rising popularity with each competition she partook in. It's inevitable if you choose to pursue such professions. She often wondered what her kids wanted to do when they began traveling, she didn't have to worry about Maverick much, since he seemed to have an aspiring passion for battles. She also hasn't realized how lost in thought she was as she peered at Rika's calm, analytical face. Her eyes were wide and innocent, but had a small edge to it, as vague as it was. She wondered...

"And that's it!" blared the announcer's voice, jetting the older woman out of her stupor. Maverick stood up, smiling while Alex groaned in defeat. The results didn't go the way he wanted. "That wraps it up! Mark's Decidueye has fallen to Houndoom! This epic battle has come to a close, Tyrone is the winner! He proceeds onto the Finals! Let's give him a shout!" Onscreen, the camera panned all around the stadium and they saw the audience practically go wild. Maverick danced a little before holding a hand out to Alex.

"Ha! Pay up, Mark lost," he commanded with a cheeky grin. Kimberly had to smile at the sight. Alex sighed in defeat and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"I'm not giving you nothing," he stated defiantly, looking at the napping Glameow. Rika closed her eyes and giggled softly. She stood up and put her hands to her hips, and peered at Alex amusingly.

"Oh no, I'll hold you to it. You still owe me lunch money!"

"No, I already paid you, quit bringing that up! That's the sixth time this year!"

"And the twelfth in three!" she shot back at him. They all laughed after a moment of tense silence. The clock chiming cut their laughter short, however. It was finally time.

"One forty-five. Looks like you'll have to leave soon," Kimberly reminded them all. "Go get ready, and then we'll head out, okay?" The three of them looked up and nodded. As they ascended the steps, Jonathan turned off the television, and Kimberly picked up the sleeping Glameow. They both met each other at the middle of the living room.

Kimberly opened her mouth, as if to say something but then closed it, opting to smile instead. Jonathan looked at her in her eyes and held her arms tenderly, his loving touch made her shiver. "I'd love to see Rowan again, it's been a while. All those years ago, me, you, Tyler, Matthew, Carla...I miss those days."

"I do too, Jon...now look at us, we're raising kids."

"They're adopted...right?"

Her eyes widened, flabbergasted the he would suggest such a thing. She balanced Glameow on one arm and swatted the other against his chest. "You idiot! They're my kids! How can you say such a thing?!" she hollered at her partner.

Jonathan had to tend to his chest a bit, rubbing with an eye closed. He had to look down at her red face, her eyebrows twisted into a scowl. He smiled nervously, and moved in closer, starting to stroke her hair. She squirmed and slapped his hand away, pouting. "Hun, calm down, it was only a joke?"

"No, don't touch me!"

"Babe...?"

"No!"

"Kim...?" He pleaded, moving closer to her. With a long sigh, she finally gave in.

"Ugh, what?" she responded, feverishly stroking the cat's fur. Their faces were inches apart now.

"Those kids up there are our kids. We raised them the best we could, and it seems we did a mighty fine job at that. I wouldn't trade them for the world, and you know that. They'll be leaving tomorrow, and I don't know what I'll do without them being here," Jonathan spoke honestly, his tone losing playfulness with every word. He tried again and stoked her hair, this time she allowed it, losing her scowl. She replaced it with a soft look. She tried pushing these thoughts away, but reality stood before her.

"Me too. The time came for them to leave...we could still...There's still a chance to keep them for a little while longer."

Jonathan shook his head. "Come on now, you know they wouldn't want to stay in Twinleaf forever. They need to go out, experience the world. Make a name for themselves. They can't do that if we keep them. Believe me, I'd jump at the chance to have them here for life, but it's their turn. It's their time. Many of the kids are teenagers, they can make their own decisions, ours included."

"I...know, but- "

"Kim." Her tear stricken face looked up to see Jonathan's somber one looking back at her. "I know. But it's okay. They'll be fine, there's no need to worry. They'll have their Pokémon to protect them, and even then, they're strong. I know they can do it. I know you do...okay?" He leaned in slowly and kissed her. She instantaneously calmed down, and melted into their kiss. Jonathan knew she was worried sick, and deep down, he was too. The day was approaching faster than they could've ever imagined. In just a few short hours, they'll be on their way, stepping out on a grand adventure.

It's time for the next generation to take a step forward. To have their own experiences, to have stories to share, to have dreams to fulfill. But most importantly, it was time for them to have their own starting point.

"I love you, Jonathan..."

"I love you, too, Kimberly."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Alex coughed.

The couple jumped out of their moment at the sudden sound, frantically moving their hands and bodies before Jonathan settled on looking away and Kimberly scratched Glameow faster, both of their faces red. No matter what age, or generation, they still acted young and in love. Rika also looked on with a red face while Maverick looked off to the side, taking intense interest at the couch's design. Alex looked slightly uncomfortable with it all before announcing, "we're ready to go..."

The couple just nodded and wordlessly escorted them out into the open, strangely hot world of Sinnoh.

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The bright sunlight made Maverick squint his eyes as their group of five walked out of the house and into the world outside. The fresh afternoon air filled their nostrils as they taken a long breath, easing the awkwardness and relaxing them back on track. Sinnoh was known one of the more colder regions, he remembered. The earth that Groudon and Regigigas made seemed to grace them this time of year, giving them an almost unnatural warmth instead of splintering chilliness, something that the teen has grown to love all too quickly. It was a nice change, and with change, comes great feedback.

"It's so warm out. Barely any clouds, too. Great day for a commemoration like this," Kimberly voiced as they walked forward onto the dirt paths lining the wide, expansive fields. From this view, one could almost see the town in its entirety. Further down towards Main Street was the Luncheon Café, an establishment that put the town on the map, famous for its Poffins and other Pokémon goodies.

Following up the path the group walked past, was a house with a battlefield behind it. Maverick remembered a rumor at school saying that's where a famous figure lives, but he was never sure as to who. Only thing he does know is that the battlefield shows the occasional sparkling gleam.

And finally, the legendary Route 201 Gateway, the stepping stone where most beginning Trainers walk upon, signifying the start of a journey. A large clearing at the top of a hill, overseeing the calm town. It was lined with flowers, being a given gift from the not so far off Floaroma Town. It made for a beautiful sight. Speaking of sights, people were gathered all along this clearing, ranging from young kids, to adults. Many of these people were here for an event called Starter Distribution Day, a ceremony celebrating young Trainers every two years. They trudged up the hill, coming to a stop at the top. A wooden stage was set up, with an old man in front of it.

This was none other than the renowned Professor Rowan.

"And there goes the man himself," Jonathan commented. "Rowan. Takes me back...You guys excited or what? Go on ahead, meet with the others while we hang back for a bit. I'm sure you have friends here. Sound good?" he suggested, throwing a thumb up in the process. They didn't have any problems with that. They departed from the parents and continued to make their way forward, meeting with the rest of the crowd at the event. Maverick saw a plethora of faces as he walked, some new faces and some old ones he met in school. It made him realize just the vast amount of Trainer that are usually out and about. They were all chattering in excitement, large grins and smiles adorning their faces as they waited for the event to start. Coming to a stop in the middle of the group, he then felt a tap on his shoulder. Maverick and Alex turned while Rika continued to walk forward more. Smiling back at them was their brown-haired school friend.

He adjusted his out of place glasses and blinked a couple of times. Maverick's eyes lit up upon recognition, and he grew the widest smile since the day began.

"My goodness! Nelson, is that actually you?" he asked in surprise. He clenched his fists and began bouncing in place in pure happiness. Alex smirked and walked forward, throwing an arm around the boy and grinding his fist into his brown hair playfully.

"Well, what a pleasant surprise! How're ya doing, man?"

Nelson continuously tapped Alex on the arm, pleading for him to stop. "Haha, ow! I'm doing fine! Q-quit it, ha!" Alex reluctantly let go of his body and stepped back, getting a good look at their longtime friend. He was dressed in a sleeveless brown vest, gold colored shirt, and brown shoes. His blue colored glasses matched along with his blue jeans. He adjusted his glasses, recovering from Alex's rather rough greeting. Still, he smiled, happy to see them once again. "It has been a while, yeah. Glad to see you guys."

"It's been years since we last saw you, how is Veilstone?" Maverick questioned, grabbing his hand and giving it a quick shake. The boy sighed and ran a hand through his trimmed hair, it was a sigh of relief.

"It's been better than I thought it would be. It was hard at first, talking to everyone, but I made it just fine in the end." Nelson chuckled out nervously. "How was school?"

"Boring without you there," Alex responded flippantly. "Tough, but I enjoyed it. Thank Arceus Trainer's School was slow paced."

"I didn't really mind the absence, but I did miss you. School was great for me! Ah...who brought you here?" Maverick inquired, looking around for his grandmother.

Nelson's smile became more genuine when he answered. "My father did. If I know him, he should be talking to our parents right about now!" Sure enough, Maverick turned his gaze towards his parents and saw them talking to a well-dressed man. Laughter came from their direction, they seem to be having a good time. Alex held up a small smile at the sight of it before turning and looking towards the wooden platform. "Well," Nelson continued. "Our promise we made long ago seems to be fulfilled. Look at where we are now. We're actually getting Starter Pokémon together...H-hey, Professor Rowan!" The boy said, pointing towards the stage.

The crowd around them suddenly hushed a little, getting their attention back towards the platform. Everyone sent hushed comments at the sight of the burly man waiting for attention on stage. Tables were being set up by his aids, and briefcases were being opened. The various teens and children were regarding the spectacle in awe, a few excited whispers being split among them. The old man looked back towards his previous generation and nodded, thanking them for their children. The parents nodded back, giving him a few challenging smirks, reminding him of the fire he once saw in them when they were younger.

With this in mind, he cleared his throat, getting the attention of everyone around him.

"Welcome, all of you. Old faces of the past, and new trainers of the future, my name is Rowan, but I'm sure everyone calls me the Pokémon Professor. Specifically, the Professor of Evolution. It's nice to see you all again. Hope you've had a great summer." He introduced as he paced back and forth. The young ones clapped in response.

"I'd love to welcome you all to the newest cycle of the traditional Starter Distribution. All of you have earned your way here. Be it school, tests, recommendations, or coming of age. Perhaps all four? I commend you for your efforts. Pokémon live among us in harmony, coexisting with humans, living with us. They've been with us for many years- perhaps even older than myself!" The Professor joked, earning a hearty laugh throughout. He wasn't known for joking, but because he did, it lightened the atmosphere even more, reminding them that these times were calm.

"I've lived 60 long years, I remember giving out Pokémon to those reckless bunch back there." The parents dismissed his jab with the roll of eyes and scoffs, acting much like the Trainers they were. "Haha. Now it's your turn." He turned and nodded to one assistant. She picked up the briefcase and sat it on the table, preparing it while Rowan walked over.

"This here," he said while picking up a spherical object, "is what you call a Pokéball. This is a device that encapsulates the creatures we call Pokémon. When you press this button in the center here, it enlarges the ball, like this," he then demonstrated by pressing the device on the center. As said, it grew twice the original size. "This allows for a Pokémon to depart safely, starting with the first on the Pokédex, the Grass Type Starter, Turtwig!"

Holding the ball up, it opened in half, allowing for a silvery blue ray of energy to shoot out and take form. The ray of light touch down on the table and the viewers watched with glee. Eventually, out came the green turtle-like animal. It was fairly small, and had a Tiny Leaf growing atop its head. It cooed out happily, with a shake of its small head.

"Twig! Turtwig tirt!"

Below, the younger people let out small gasps at seeing the Starter up close. It was surprising to them, and himself, Maverick noted. Seeing the Turtwig up close, he saw that it actually looked pretty small, but big enough to stand its own ground. Everyone voiced their opinions in heaps of shouts and gasps, as if they've never seen Pokémon before.

"Next," the Professor began, picking of another read and white ball. "Is this little one here. Its name is Chimchar! A Fire Type!" This time, he tossed the ball upward and it opened up with its signature pop! The ray of light that shot out of the ball danced around the crowd before landing next to Turtwig, taking shape of a monkey with a fiery...butt? Despite the oddity of that, Chimchar danced around happily, almost scaring Turtwig of how close that flame was to him.

Rowan then picked up the third ball. "This last one is popular with females. This is Piplup, the Water Type Starter!" He gave it a light toss and the ball snapped open, landing at the edge of the table next to Chimchar. It looked like a blue penguin with a cute yellow beak. "Pip!" it squeaked. Almost instantly, the girl squealed that the sight of the small creature.

Rowan smiled, and held out his hands, presenting them to the group below. "These are the three that you'll choose from today. As you can see, Pokémon come in many shapes, and sizes, plus, they each have their own personalities too! Choose the Pokémon that you best see fit! Starting with these three on the table, I'd like to call up...Alex, Samantha, and Nelson!"

The group of three that were called froze, and a tingling sensation shot up their spine. Alex and Nelson turned to each other and motioned towards the stage, nodding. "I didn't think we'd be the first ones up so soon! Nelson, come on!"

"R-right!" he stuttered, following after Alex on their way up. Maverick watched them go with growing glee. As his eyes followed their body, they eventually landed on the three Pokémon at the table, reminding him of his previous mishap. Now that he can see them a little clearer, Maverick had to once again think about who to choose. He imagined himself with all three of them, commanding Piplup for a Bubble Beam, or calling for Chimchar to heat things up with Flame Wheel, perhaps to get energy back with Turtwig and Absorb...

The more Maverick thought about this, he ended up thinking about his entire team. Who to choose? Who to catch? He ended up getting so lost in thought he didn't even see Alex make a decision.

Alex and Nelson inched their way up the steps, conversing about all the possible options. Alex tapped himself on the chest and smirked as they walked across the platform with the girl behind them. "I already know who I'm choosing, have you decided?"

Nelson nodded, scratching the back of his head. "I have, too."

They came to a stop in front of Rowan, who nodded at their arrival. "Nice seeing you three again. It's been a while, yes? Well, let's get onto it." He guided them towards the Starters and motioned to them. "Who will you choose?"

The three of them walked towards the table where they sat, and the Pokémon looked at them expectantly. Alex grinned and walked forward, happy to start things off. "I've thought about this for a while, now I'm happy to reveal my answer!" He looked in front of him, and the blue penguin met his eyes. Alex held a hand out and smiled. "Piplup, my name is Alex, and I'd like to be your Trainer. My friends and I are about to go on a journey tomorrow, and I thought that I'd choose a Pokémon that I know is super awesome. Plus, I've always liked Water Types. What do you say?" The boy in the blue shirt asked. Piplup's eyes lit up and it gleefully jumped in the boy's arms without an ounce of hesitation. It chippered out in response.

"Professor, Piplup's mine!"

"Pip-pip, lup!" They both pumped out a fist and grinned with each other. Rowan nodded happily and walked forward, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Great choice! Piplup is a great Starter! I'm sure you and her will make a great pair. Let me show you something." He took out a rectangular device from his pocket and held it up to the crowd. "This here, is what you call a Pokédex. It can record data of all types of Pokémon found in the Sinnoh Region. From the exploits of the previous generations, it is now loaded with the data of many of the Pokémon you see today, just open up the scanner to bring up the basic information of the Pokémon you desire. Should you capture that Pokémon and scan its Pokéball, it'll bring up detailed information of that one Pokémon. That's not all though," he stated as he then received a card from one of his assistants.

"This here is your Trainer Card. It shows your Trainer Class, as this is proof of who you say you are. This is essentially your ID. It records the number of Badges or Contest Ribbons and the such that you've earned throughout your career. To back this data up, insert this card into the left slot on the Pokédex. There's many more things that these devices allow you to do, but I'll leave that up to you to investigate. Remember to visit the Pokémon Centers often to receive updates to these devices. Any questions?"

Still trying to process this information, the group let out a no.

Ultimately, Alex seemed fine with this info. He and Piplup thanked the Professor and walked off towards the assistances side, where he received a blue Pokéball (Maverick inferred this was Piplup's) and five other red ones. He also chose a blue Pokédex from the wide many. Nelson happily picked up Turtwig while Samantha chose Chimchar. Happy with their decisions, they all received their items and walked off back into the crowd, swarmed by the many there. Maverick remained oblivious, however, very lost in his own thoughts until his sister grabbed him and pulled him towards the stage. This surprised him. "W-wha? Where did you come from?"

"We were waiting for you to respond, you idiot. Come on! We're waiting for you." She continued to drag him until they eventually reached the table where a new batch of Starters waited. Now that he was up close and personal, he looked at them with unsure eyes. They looked back with pleading ones.

"The last of the Starters I have for today. Coincidentally, you three are my last Trainers to get one! These guys have been with me for months, giving me tons of strife. Still, I find that they'll behave in your care. That said, Maverick, Rika, Steve, your Starters await." Rowan finished, opening his hands towards the final Pokémon.

"Chim! Chimchar!"

"Lup, pip-lip!"

"Twig! Turtwig turt?"

This is it.

Time to decide, once and for all.

Rika didn't even need to think about this one. She took a step forward, and looked directly at her partner. She cocked her head and smiled at it, her bangs falling over her face. Maverick looked at her momentarily, and nodded. "Aren't you a cute one?" she asked softly.

"...C-chim?"

It blushed and took a few steps back, looking embarrassed at such a question. "Well, yeah! I think you're adorable!"

"Cha-! C-chim char chim chimchar!" It took a step forward and held up a fist in retort, the blush on its face growing all the while. Rika giggled and knelt down, looking at it square in the eye.

"Your butt on fire is the oddest thing I've ever seen, it looks cool!" That was more like it, Chimchar gave her a confident smirk, but the blush at her odd remarks was still present. Still, he accepted the 'complement' with an audible "Char!"

"Would you like to come with me? My brother here and my weird guy friend are going on a journey through Sinnoh first thing tomorrow. I'm not exactly sure how we'll end up, but I felt that with you by my side we can get through anything together. What do you say?" Rika asked the Fire Type with a smile.

Chimchar looked at Rika in wonder. He was sure this wouldn't be so bad, and she seems really nice too. He then raised his small hand and clenched his fist, glad to take her offer. "Char! Chimchar." He was sure it wouldn't be so bad. He could adapt. Rika picked up small fire type.

"My name is Rika Anderson. I'll be sure that I'll take good care of you, and you'll be safe with me. Can I be your trainer?" The Fire Type nodded, smiling.

"Great! Professor Rowan, I'll be choosing Chimchar."

He gave a large grin and nodded at her choice. "You'll love this one a lot. He has this great pride of appearance, ha-ha. Go over there to receive his Pokéball and your Pokédex. I hope you'll enjoy each other's company."

"I know we will! Chimchar, let's go!" Rika opened her arms and he jumped into them, giving her a hug. She feared she would get burned, but when she wrapped her arms around him, the fire felt like nothing. Just...air.

"Huh..." She grew confused, and walked off with him.

With her receiving her items, and Steve choosing a fairly quiet Piplup, that left a very lost Maverick with a very quiet Turtwig. They both looked at each other, and Maverick gave Turtwig a nervous smile.

"So..."

"Twig?!"

"Huh?!"

"T-turtwig, tirt!"

"Ah...uh..."

To say Maverick was very confused would be the understatement of the year. Turtwig was practically bawling its eyes out, as if begging to be chosen. He inched an eyebrow upward and gave Rowan a confused glance. "Professor? What's up with it?"

Rowan watched on, a grim look on his face. He crossed his arms and walked forward, looking at this Pokémon with sad eyes. "Turtwig here...was abandoned by his older Trainer, from two years ago. When I received mail that he was found in the alleyways of Jubilife City, I immediately rushed over there and picked him up. I recognized that he was one of mine. This Turtwig here has been a victim of being called weak, numerous times. When I was raising it, it appeared fragile, smaller than most of its kind. Nobody wanted him since then. I know who the Trainer is, I just don't know where, though. Haven't heard from him since."

At this bit of information, Maverick concluded something. He also hated being called weak, worthless, good for nothing...

'...Not for appearance or power, but the one you feel you'll have a connection with. Pokémon are tough creatures, make the wrong decision, and it'll cost you.'

Maverick's eyes lit up upon realization. 'Of course, that's what Mom meant. Seeing how he was treated like that, and how I...'

Maverick took a breath and looked down at the small Pokémon. He knelt to get eye level with it.

"So, people are saying you aren't strong, huh? Well..."

The Pokémon looked at him this time, meeting his gaze. "Those guys are wrong!" Maverick stated boldly. The crowd behind him silently listened to the conversation as well, intrigued by Maverick's tone. Turtwig's eyes widened.

What?

"Those guys are completely wrong. I can see it in you. You are strong. I know you are. Turtwig, I...I want to be your Trainer."

That's it.

He decided right then and there.

He reminded himself about that dream he had a night ago. The girl, how her Pokémon got stolen and how gravely injured she was. It made him sick to his stomach, and he never wants to see that on anyone. "I will try my absolute hardest to prove them wrong! I want to be strong as well. I want to protect my loved ones, and protect you, my Pokémon." That's when Maverick felt something in his heart. He stammered a bit before continuing.

"S-seeing you so alone and rejected just makes me angry. I was like that, too... Come with me. I'll make you strong. We'll take on Leagues, fight Gyms, become Champions, even. It won't be easy, but I know we can do it." He stretched out his hands in front of Turtwig who had a surprised look on his face.

"Someone has inspired me to take on the Pokémon League Challenge. And we can do it together! Seeing the world, catching other Pokémon. It's possible, but, I can't do it alone. I need you by my side. We'll learn, have fun, face hardships and overcome challenges together. So, what do you say? Ready to start here, right now?" Maverick asked seriously. He was sure that what he just said to the little Turtwig was the honest truth. Everyone was taken aback by Maverick's behavior, even his parents. The Professor quickly snapped out of it and began beaming. This one was going to be great to see, he thought.

But out of everyone, Turtwig was affected the most. A single tear fell down his green cheek. Nobody has ever been that willing towards him. Everyone called him weak, feeble, easy-to-use, breakable, but then comes this guy who he doesn't even know and practically devotes his heart out to him. He then felt a tingling, warm, fuzzy feeling in his heart. More tears streamed out his cheek before he leapt from the table and landed in Maverick's chest. He began sobbing on his shoulder.

No more was he alone.

No more was he going to be abandoned.

No more was he going to be called weak.

From this day forward, he knew that he started over...

He finally found his own starting point.

...And he finally found his Trainer. At last.

Maverick tucked his arms around Turtwig and pulled back to look at his face. He was smiling.

"Professor Rowan, I choose Turtwig!"

Rowan took a minute to compose himself, he himself wiping his eyes. "Ahem... I see! Good job in lifting his spirits Maverick. I can see that you've already created a bond with Turtwig that will grow into something grand. I pray that you both go out and fulfill your promises. I wish you safe travels down your path."

"I know we will! Right, buddy? Me and you, together?"

The Grass Type stopped sobbing and climbed on top of Maverick's shoulder. He then looked at Maverick's face and gave him the biggest smile he ever gave in his life. "Turtwig!"

Maverick laughed and pumped a fist. "Haha! Right on!"

"Great! Here are your Pokéballs, and your Pokédex." He reached out and took a black Pokédex off the table, along with a green Pokéball from his pocket. He also grabbed Maverick's Trainer Card, the last one there.

"...And your Trainer card. After you've won a gym badge, you can go to a Pokémon Center to get it updated. I'll be rooting for you way over here, Maverick. I expect you'll be participating in the next Lilly of the Valley Conference?" he asked as he handed the devices to Maverick.

He nodded, with Turtwig quickly following his action. "Yeah, my current goal is to make it to the Sinnoh League."

"Well, best of luck to you!"

"Thank you for everything, Professor!" They both shook hands, and Maverick walked off the stage. His parents greeted him on the way down, accolading him on his selection. Maverick, Rika, Alex and Nelson met up, and the two Turtwig instantly began talking, along with the rest of the Starters. Rowan began talking when his crew made to pack up.

"Thank you all for coming today for our successful Starter Distribution. It means a lot to all of your Pokémon, your parents and myself included. Please, take care of all your Pokémon. Many of them are still young, teach them a thing about the world, and learn something about yourself too, while you are at it. Tomorrow is a new day, many of you will be going on an adventure at the crack of dawn. Please be careful and be safe. If you need further assistance, be sure to check your Pokédex for a useful app. Once again, thank you for coming out today. Have a great rest of your day, everyone!" With that said, Professor Rowan bowed and turned to finish packing up. Everyone was ecstatic that they have received Pokémon, most of all being Maverick Anderson and his Turtwig.

This is a story all about how Maverick, Rika and their friends journeyed through the Sinnoh Region. How they learned something about themselves along the way, the people they've met, the memories they shared. How they overcame trials and tribulations, and had the tenacity to face forward through it all.

This is their starting point.

This is their story.

This is Maverick's Sinnoh Adventure.

As Maverick looked at Turtwig, and Turtwig looked back at him, they shared one unspoken promise. They were going to be strong for everyone, and that is a promise they'll keep forever.

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A lone figure flew over the darkened waters of north-western Sinnoh, obscured from the moonlight. As they sped over the rippling waves, a call came through.

"...What?" the figure answered, their hair flying back from the speed they were going at.

"Don't 'what' me. You know who you're working for," the person calling snapped back. The figure had to roll their eyes at their tone. Still, they faced forward, and the large Pokémon underneath them growled in response. "How close are you towards your destination?"

"Fairly close, sir. Give or take a couple minutes," the figure grumbled.

"Good, good...everything has been set in motion. Don't mess this up. We've only one shot at this. In the event you fail..."

"Tch, you know I won't," they replied. "You know who you're talking to."

"Right. The same one that had to be retrieved a couple of months ago from their fall. Yes, I do know who I'm talking to," the caller replied sarcastically. The flyer grew a deep scowl and faced forward, looking at the approaching island.

"The destination is in sight, sir. I'll be taking cover momentarily," they leaned down and tapped on the Pokémon, indicating to slow down.

"Great. Again, don't mess this up. Everything has been perfectly crafted and the timing has been set. You have exactly one hour to get things done. Understand?" the caller barked. The figure sighed and rolled their eyes.

"Affirmative."

"Haha...Yes. Yes! The day has finally come," the caller cackled, eliciting a sigh from the flyer. "It's time to come out of the shadows and make a mark once again. Our revival, our new starting point...it all begins now."

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To be continued.

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Ahhhhhhh, man! That was a doozy to write. I am never writing this long EVER again. Really.

Whatever, thank you guys from the bottom of my heart for reading this chapter. This one really gave me trouble, even through the rewrite! This chapter was originally five thousand words long on Wattpad! Then it became nine thousand on the Fanfiction rewrite! I honestly wasn't expecting this chapter to be this long! Ah well, major pat on the back for me. Anyway, tons of hints to future stuff this chapter. Did you get all of that? Maverick and co. finally received their starters after long last. Yes, Turtwig was abandoned, but by who...?

Please review and tell me how I did on this one! All feedback is appreciated. Lastly, follow me on Twitter, and DeviantArt soon! Next chapter, well, it's the last of the exposition arc, and it's a big one!

Be sure to Live long and Shine on, until next time.
~XDiamondX90