Alright, here we go.
Pokemon wanted: Ralts
Drake frantically ran in the freshly fallen snow. As he ran, he would quickly jerk his head back, to see if there was anyone following him, or even if there were a new pair of footsteps in the cold powder. Every time he looked back, however, he only saw the newly carved footprints of his shoes, pounding on the ground. He was starting to get cold, for when he had started to run, he did not bother to put on his jacket. Of course, he wouldn't have had the time to, anyway.
Drake was about fifteen, and had started his journey about three years ago. He usually wears a black muscle shirt and gray, baggy army pants. He had slightly tanned skin, which he had gotten from his home in the dense jungle. He wore the glasses, imported to him from the city a long time ago, to his father. They were given to Drake, for he had poor vision. He also had dark brown, almost black hair. It was a little short, but that didn't bother Drake.
Drake has nine Pokemon, and one of them is the reason he was running. His first Pokemon was a Buizel, which was a gift to him. He later caught an Ekans, which was now an Arbok. His primary Pokemon was his Infernape, which he had bought from a black market. And then there was Honchkrow. Honchkrow wasn't originally Drake's Pokemon. Instead, it was that of another trainer. You see, this "other" trainer wasn't very fond of his earlier trade with Drake. Here is the story.....
"Ugh...Come ON...Almost there...." panted Drake as he climbed an extremely steep hill. It was in the middle of winter, and the coldness of the harsh weather didn't make the climb easier. Drake was on his way to another trainer's mansion, on an invitation to a trade. A trade for Drake's Vigoroth, to be more exact. Drake was not very fond of Vigoroth, since it would only eat and sleep, unlike the rest of its species. It was very clear that it didn't change its Slakoth way of life when it evolved. Vigoroth was ecstatic to belong to a new trainer, instead of its current, seemingly boring trainer.
"Yup, Vigoroth, I can't WAIT to get rid of you," thought Drake happily. "This climb is going to be worth it."
And, as though Vigoroth had heard from its ball, it had thought the same thing. "I bet this new trainer is gonna bathe me in all the sweet things in life!" Drake felt its Poke-ball bounce up and down on his belt.
Drake continued to climb the snowy hill, carrying his heavy backpack on his swollen back. He thought that he should have packed lighter when leaving Corona Town.
At last, Drake saw the giant mansion at the top of the hated hill. It was really tall, perhaps four stories. It had a long, golden fence surrounding it. The sunlight gleamed off the building, going directly in his eyes. He winced at the humongous mansion in front of him, thinking what kind of trainer who lived here. Would he be a snot-nosed brat who got everything he wanted? As Drake rang the doorbell on the gate, he was hoping that this trainer wasn't.
The gigantic gate slowly swung open in front of Drake, as though it was beckoning him to proceed. Drake, for some reason, nodded and followed inside, where the gate closed behind him. He gingerly went up the stone stairs to the big, wooden door. As soon as he got to it, though, it quickly swung open, hitting Drake in the face.
"Ouch!" exclaimed Drake as he dizzily opened his eyes to see who opened the door. It was a tall, old man. His face was wrinkled with age, and he had a curvy moustache on his face; the kind you usually see on cartoons. He wore a faded tuxedo, which looked as though it was worn many times before.
"You must be Sir Drake," said the man. "I am Mr. Jerveson, but Sir Reginald calls me "Jeeves"."
"Err...Hello...Jeeves," replied Drake nervously. "Nice to meet you..." Drake put out his hand shake Jeeves', but he did not put out his. He just turned around and walked away.
"This way to Sir Reginald's room, Sir Drake," said Jeeves. "Reginald only lives by himself. His mother and father are gone to a far away place, and said for me to look after their 14 year old son."
Drake nodded and followed. "Wow," though Drake, "it must be pretty hard to live by yourself."
They kept moving along for what seemed like hours. The shimmering hallways which they were taking were very long, and made Drake wonder why a fourteen year old guy would need such a big house. They passed about five bathrooms, seven bedrooms and three kitchens, until they finally arrived at their destination. Reginald's room was almost as big as the house, with it extending to almost two stories. There was many Pokemon memorabilia in their, from a huge Rhydon doll to a bed shaped like a Snorlax. At the very edge of the room was Reginald, who looked bored.
"There you are, Drake! My name is Reginald, but you can call me Reggy! Now, let us begin this trade, shall we?" Reggy was a tall boy for his age, maybe a couple inches taller than Drake. He had thin blond hair, and a face covered with blemishes. He wore a blue suit, which unlike Jeeves', looked brand new.
Drake nodded his head. "Yeah, you don't know how much I have been looking forward to this," beamed Drake. He thought he was smiling so hard that his face was red.
"As have I, Drake. You see, my father had a Vigoroth such as yours, and when I saw your battle on television with it, I simply just HAD to have it."
They walked over near the entrance to the room. A couple of feet beside the door was a Trade Machine.
"Just put Vigoroth's Poke-ball in the slot here," pointed Reggy.
"Um, Ok, Reggy," said Drake. Drake had never traded before, so he was unsure of what was about to happen. "Hold on a sec, what Pokemon are you trading to me anyway?"
"Well, Drake, I was thinking of trading you my Honchkrow," replied Reggy. "If you want, you can call it off..."
"Oh no, thats fine with me! I needed a Flying type Pokemon anyway!"
Both trainers placed their Poke-balls into the slots. Drake watched the screen as two silhouettes of the Pokemon passed each other. One was that of Vigoroth, and the other of a Honchkrow. And, at that instant, the Poke-ball of Honchkrow appeared in Drake's slot, and Vigoroth in Reggy's.
"That was pretty...neat," said Drake as he held the Poke-ball.
"I can tell you have never traded before, hm?" asked Reggy. "Well, now that the trade is over, can you show Drake to the door, Jeeves?"
"Yes, sir Reginald..." sighed Jeeves. "Right this way, sir Drake..."
They walked back to the entrance of the mansion, where they said their good byes. Drake walked happily down the hill, as he thought of the new adventures he will have with Honchkrow.
END OF CHAPTER.