Prologue- The First Meeting, the First Step of Friendship
"Hey, Mel, do you think we'll find any Caterpies?"
The voice of a young boy could be heard near the entrance of Ilex Forest. Ilex Forest was quite expansive, spreading out quite a bit. An abundance of Pokemon lived inside Ilex Forest, from Caterpie and Weedle to Paras and Oddish.
"We probably will, seeing as Caterpies are so common. But then again, we might not. I sure hope we find a Paras, though. It's cool," came a response. The speaker was Melissa, a nine-year-old girl wearing an orange top and a pair of black leggings.
"We'll probably not find a Paras. I hope we'll find a Metapod, though. I think they're interesting," the original speaker replied. The original speaker was called Ben. He was nine-years-old too, and he was wearing a red top and black jogging bottoms.
"They are so not interesting! They are boring! I mean, all they do is hang around until they evolve!" Melissa raged. "But then again, Butterfree is beautiful and awesome,"
"Can we please stop arguing about Metapod now? Well, stop before this turns into a real argument," another person said. This person was John, Melissa and Ben's father. He was an expert at bug catching, the reason Melissa and Ben were here. His straw hat was a little torn and quite old, and a Voltik was resting on top of it.
“Tik. Voltik,” the Electric spider added.
"Wait, what's that rustling in the grass over there?" Ben suddenly exclaimed, as soon as he noticed some grass in front of him rustle.
"I dunno, Ben. Maybe we should check it out," Melissa replied, watching the grass. Soon, a Bug type crawled out.
"Sewaddle se se!" it cried, studying Ben.
"A Sewaddle!" John exclaimed. He slammed his net down over the little Bug Type. The Sewaddle was now inside the net, you could say it was trapped.
“Good catch, Ben,” John said, pleased that his son had managed to catch a Pokemon in his net. “I’ve taught you the art of bug catching well.”
“Hey! Let that Sewaddle out of your darned net! I wanna catch it for my team!” a rough voice bellowed. A Pokemon Trainer had walked through the trees to find the Sewaddle caught in Ben’s net. He had brown hair, and was wearing black jogging bottoms and a navy blue top.
“No! I will not give up this Sewaddle to some random Pokemon Trainer! I caught it in my net with effort, and I’m not going to give it up so easily!” Ben bursted out.
“Hold on, Ben. I know you may like that Sewaddle, but it’s not yours. It’s wild. Let it go, please,” John smiled.
“Ok, dad,” Ben replied, disappointed. He lifted his net from the ground, and the Sewaddle crawled out.
“Thanks for letting me get that Sewaddle, kiddo. Then name’s David, by the way. OK, then, go, Cyndaquil!” the brown-haired trainer growled, throwing a Pokeball. It opened, revealing a mouse-like Pokemon with fire on its back.
“Cyndaquil, use Ember on-“
A cry could be heard nearby.
“It’s a Paras!” Melissa squealed. She loved Parases. She just thought they looked cool.
“Cyndaquil, ignore that weak Sewaddle! Follow me and we’ll get a better Pokemon that that weak bug!” David said, while running towards where he thought the Paras was. As he rocketed into the distance followed by his Cyndaquil, the Sewaddle started to frown.
“Don’t worry Sewaddle. I don’t think you’re weak,” Ben said, crouching down to the Sewaddle. “I’m Ben, by the way”.
“Se! Sewaddle!” the Sewaddle cried, smiling again.
“Ben, it looks like you’ve got a new friend,” John smiled. “Anyway, I’m hungry. I think it’s time for some food.”
“I’m hungry too!” Ben cried.
“Me three!” Melissa chimed in.
“OK, let’s set off home, then,” John said, starting to walk home. Ben and Melissa followed.
The next day, Ben longed to go back to the Ilex Forest and play with Sewaddle. He decided that after school, he would visit the forest and play with Sewaddle. When he got home from school, he entered the Ilex Forest.
“Sewaddle? You still here?” Ben shouted.
“Se... waddle!” Sewaddle cried, crawling down a tree to meet Ben.
“Nice to meet you again too, if that’s what you meant,” Ben smiled. Then the two played a little, until Ben noticed he should be back home by now.
“Sewaddle, I have to go home now. I’ll come back tomorrow, don’t worry. Also, if you’re still here when I’m then, in two months, then I promise I’ll come back and you can be on my Pokemon team.
The next two months passed, and Ben kept on playing with Sewaddle. They soon became the best of friends. Ben used the excuse that he had to stay at school and tidy up the classroom as to why he was playing with Sewaddle and not at home.
Chapter 1- Return to Ilex Forest
“Quil! Cyndaquil!” a Pokemon cried, looking around Ilex Forest. From the tall grass, Sewaddle watched it look around. Suddenly, Sewaddle flashed back to the trainer with the Cyndaquil that called it weak. The Bug Type shivered in fear, in case that trainer had come back.
“Sewaddle, are you still here?” a familiar voice cried. Sewaddle instantly recognised this voice, and crawled out of the tall grass.
“Se!” Sewaddle smiled, seeing a familiar person.
“Yeah, Sewaddle, it’s me, Ben. I’m a Pokemon trainer now, so I’m keeping my promise,” the person said, laying a Pokeball in front of Sewaddle.
“This is a Pokeball,” Ben explained. “It is empty right now, but Pokeballs are used to contain Pokemon. All you have to do to become my Pokemon is touch it.” He continued.
"Se. Se waddle waddle se," Sewaddle said, refusing to touch the Pokeball. Instead, it looked towards a tree, where a Burmy was hanging.
"You have a friend? That Burmy? And you don't want to leave it? Well, then, I'm pretty sure I can manage another Pokemon," Ben smiled. "Burmy, do you want to be my Pokemon too?"
"Bur! Burmy!" the Burmy cried.
"OK, then, come on down. Touch this Pokeball if you really want to be my Pokemon."
Sewaddle walked up to the Pokeball, and began to think about whether to touch it and become Ben’s Pokemon, or not touch it and stay wild. Eventually, Sewaddle came to a decision.
Meanwhile, the Burmy had dropped down from the tree, without hurting itself. It too was thinking about whther to touch the Pokeball or not. Eventually, it came to a decision too.