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Kelsey and Eric’s Adventures in Alyos!PLEASE DO NOT POST IN THIS THREAD. ANY COMMENTS MAY BE POSTED IN THE DISCUSSION THREADPrologue (and bacon)It was a late night. I twirled in my swivel chair at the desk, waiting for a new message on my PC from my friend Eric, otherwise known as Shadowkirby.
*Dling!* A message appeared on the bright screen, reading, “Dude, are you ready for this?”
Excitedly, I typed back, “Of course! I’ve already tweeted about it, AND posted it on NSM! Everyone’s excited to hear how it goes!”
Eric: “Aw, I wanted to be the one to post it on NSM…
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Me: “Haha
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Eric: “Hey, it’s getting pretty late, so we should get to bed. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”
“A big day indeed,” I replied. “Night, buddy. See you at the airport.”
This trip had been planned for months. Ever since we’d returned from the disaster that was Terrari, Eric and I had been talking non-STOP about how bad we both wanted to earn our own badges of the Alyos region. (After all, would age 16 be a little late to start your own Pokémon journey?)! Exploring the region, meeting new friends, rivals, maybe even new foes- who could resist?! And so it was decided: as soon as we could, we’d fly our butts down to Grisleville, and begin our “perilous” journey from there.
Now for some sleep…z
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I woke up in the morning to the most beautiful thing in the world: the smell of bacon. It was my special day, and my own mother was making me bacon for breakfast. How sweet. Dashing some clothes on, loading my backpack, I rushed downstairs to get fill, when I found Eric sitting at our dining table, EATING MY BACON.
“Get that out of your mouth!” I cried. Surprised, Eric dropped his bacon looking wide-eyed, and I quickly snatched it up, devouring the rest. “That oughta teach you,” I sneered, sarchastically.
My mother gaped at my sudden action. “I made more, you know!” Eric and I quickly filled our plates with bacon.
“Anyways, what are you doing here? I thought we were rendezvousing at the airport?” I asked Eric. He couldn’t answer because his mouth was full (of bacon).
“Eric’s parents couldn’t make the trip to the airport because something had come up over in Edding. So they dropped him off here before you woke up!” My mother explained. “Now hurry up, you two! We don’t want to be late for your flight down to Grisleville- Professor Wages is just dying to meet you!”
Scarfing down my bacon, I contemplated in my head which of my six Pokémon (Chatot, Tangrowth, Buizel, Fraxure, Pikachu, Magmar) did I want to bring with me on my trip? Instantly, the obvious answer popped into my head: surfing Pikachu! So I grabbed Pikachu’s pokéball from my roster, leaving the rest of my powerhouse team to rest in the comforts of my PC. The feeling of regret could not be deeper.
Heading down the stairs again, I saw Eric at the bottom, so I asked him, “What Pokémon are you bringing along?”
“Haha, that’s a surprise!” he jeered, sinisterly.
The nearest airport to Polo Town was in Boreal City, meaning that we would have to drive all of Route 4 to get there. Stepping out of the car at the airport, I could see a mob of people just waiting to wish us goodbye. How kind of them, really :’) In the mob, I could identify Thomas, his younger sister Katie, as well as a few school friends that have since-our-return began to like us. Everyone was cheering and shouting, banners were soaring, and it was an amazing final farewell.
“Hey you two,” Thomas, the Polo Town Gym Leader (and our only friend, for a while) pulled us aside. “You two are incredible. Don’t ever forget that. What happened in the past at Terrari doesn’t matter, because it’s over and done with. You made it back to us, and now that we have you back, we’re looking after you. Kick ass, and take no prisoners. Oh, and definitely send some money home to your mothers. It definitely helps, trust me.”
Eventually, the time came when we had to say goodbye to our friends, soon to see them again at long last. Traveling on foot, the journey would be a rough one. Eric and I both knew it. Looking back, our friends waved, as we turned to ace the gate to our plane.
Cell phone? Check. Map of Alyos? Check. Journal? Check. Balls? Yes. Pokéballs? Got those, too. Let’s do this.
In the same step, the same moment, the same fragment of time, Eric and I entered the plane and took our seats. Buckling our seatbelts, we knew that this would be the greatest adventure of our lives…
…and we were ready.
Anyways, there was a lot going for this story, and there was just ONE HUUUUUGE PROBLEM: 