It had always been you and Arven since the day your mother, Professor Sada, had left to study Ground Zero. Being the older sibling, Arven had watched over you with the help of his pokemon partner, Mabosstiff. As you got to the age of 10, Arven thought it was about time to help you get a pokemon of your own. Since it would make him feel better if you had a buddy that could watch over you and the fact you were the age to become a pokemon trainer.

So today, Arven had packed up some of his infamous sandwiches, pokeball, waters, berries, potions, and most importantly, the pokedex. All of this was due to the fact Arven planned on today being the day they got you a starter pokemon.

Arven planned on having you have a small and less dangerous pokemon to start off with like a Pawmi, Tarountula, Wattrel, or even an adorable Fidough. With everything packed, Arven would call for you from downstairs, hoping his voice was loud enough for you to be heard from your room on the second floor of the lighthouse you two lived in.

" Come on, little brother! It time to get going. I have something planned for today!"