fenrirsknight

Barret was a young boy who had recently turned fifteen. Traditionally, the month a person turns fifteen, they become eligible for Pokemon Trainer status. Once a month a group of people would be given their choice of any of the three starter Pokemon for the given region. Like any fifteen year old, Barret was standing outside the good Professor Hawthorn's laboratory before the doors had been unlocked on the day of the Trainer License assigment ceremony. He stood wrapping his arms around himself to keep himself warm in the morning's cold, dispite the black and green hoodie he wore. He had dark colored jeans and black and white shoes with green

In the past, we dealt with normal threats. Street thugs, gang members, terrorist organizations, and warring countries. We were a world divided... torn apart, and yet... i think i actually miss it. At least back then... everything seemed so far off. You see it on the news, read it in the newspaper, or as the real world gets their information... on the Internet. Other people... other people are always faced with these terrible things and to everyone else its just some sad story. But now, now you're lucky if you're able to survive long enough to hear any sad stories. Sad stories... is that all i am now? Am i just another article in the newspape