PokeTrainer

Every story has a beginning and this is mine. It wasn't until my 15th Birthday did I realize that I was not who my old man thought I was. When I look in the mirror I see my face but older staring back, and a slightly different me. I'm an inter-dimensional traveller. I was given an opportunity of a life time, and took it. When I was growing up, The old man use to say the woods are haunted by ghosts. I didn't believe him, so one day I decided I was gonna see myself a Ghost Pokemon. I was young and stupid, I decided to go outside in middle the night; and Well I ran afoul with some ghost Pokemon. They cursed me for daring to step outside and mess with them.

Cursed with what? Bad Luck. It's how I stumbled upon a criminal gang, Team Plasma or Galactic, one the two or both? I don't know but they dress up like lunatics. Growlithes are pretty rare in the area, and they were constantly trying to capture him. I don't know why, I'm no criminal mastermind. However they keep falling for same stupid trick every time. I would run off with Jäger daring them to chase me, by the time they either gave up or were too tired. They were then defeated in pokebattles.

Old man that raised me here gave me a lot of training. I mean it was kind of tough, but when you love nature like I do; then it wasn't so bad. When I regained my memories of my past self, I luckily had opportunity to be trained in electronics. The Old Man wasn't without any electronics, just they were old. Still he taught me the basics and I learned quickly to mastered repairing stuff like that. Pokéballs as well, we use to make them out of apricorn nuts and sell them for cash.

When he past, I think that was what awoke my memories. Tragedy has that effect on you, he would always say. I took up his Styler, and chose to become a Pokemon Master. Dogged by the curse & criminals, it wasn't exactly smooth sailing, but it was still pretty nice ride. I earned my way through the gyms with just Jäger, my luck at catching new Pokemon was lousy. The ones I did catch, often I would run into someone who needed a friend more than I did. At least I had the wild Pokemon I help out a lot, using the styler. When not hitching a ride on back of a Pokemon, me and Jäger like to bike everywhere.

That's one thing that probably I could've helped my situation, is recall Jäger to his pokéball. However I lost it, like when I was 12 years old. I think the Haunters took it, they were always stealing my stuff. That's why I always had a medkit on me, so that I can patch up the injuries that Jäger sustained from battling. It was about five years in when I had enough money to buy a Firestone. Jäger looked so regal as an Arcanine, I couldn't have been prouder.

We eventually got our badges, and ran our way through the Elite 4. We never did get past the third Elite. But we eventually travelled to other areas. It was when I was 25 years old and looking for a wife, I was notified that my time was up. I had the option to go back to my Earth, stay here, or
Move On. I decided to Move On, after all who knows what's around the corner?