Ken walked a few paces behind Mai, arms folded but a smile on his face. "Can you guys believe it! Really? We're gonna be trainers in a matter of minutes!" Mai squealed and did a little spin. Clearly, she was very excited. Though Ken didn't say anything, the glimmer in his eyes readily displayed his eagerness. My own Pokemon... Ken thought to himself. His grin grew ever wider as he envisioned his ultimate team. But what is my ultimate team? Well, obviously I need a Fighting type somewhere along the way. Ooh, maybe when it grew strong enough, we could spar with each other! A Ghost or Dark type would also be interesting. I know I've never seen one before, but I also know Pokemon like that are capable of some really cool-looking attacks. Hmm, but I'll also need something for defense. Maybe a Ground type. Or a Steel type! Oh, also, a Flying type would-
Ken was thinking so hard about his ultimate team that he didn't notice the lamppost in front of him. WHAM! He walked face-first into it and fell to the ground. Fortunately, Mai seemed too excited to notice; he knew she'd probably have laughed about it all the way to Aquecorde. Ken looked up at Enyo and grinned an embarrassed grin. He'd have to be a lot more careful than that once he got his Pokemon.
As the group finally arrived at Aquecorde, Mai suddenly raced toward a man sitting at a table. "Guess that's him," Ken said, and jogged up behind her. He'd never actually seen the Professor before, so he hoped Mai had the right guy.
"Hey there! Are you the Professor?" Mai asked him.
"I certainly am! And you three must be the kids I sent those letters to." He smiled and waved at them in a friendly manner.
"That's right. I'm Mai. This is Enyo, and this is Ken." Mai pointed to each of them in turn. Ken nodded and said "Hello."
"Wonderful, why don't you three have a seat?" The Professor motioned to the other chairs at the table. As the three of them sat down, he continued. "Lets get right to it then. I sent you three letters because I need some new trainers to help me out with something. The Pokedex." He reached into his bag and pulled out three small devices, handing one to each of the kids. "That records information on Pokemon. I need you three to help me record all the Pokemon in this region, and to do that, you need your own Pokemon to help you on your way." He pushed the button on the container he had on the table. It opened with a "click", revealing three Pokeballs. "There are three Pokemon in here. Chespin on the left, Froakie on the right, and in the middle would have been a Fennekin but one of my scientists needed a Fire type to study. Instead there is a Chimchar. That is a Fire type Pokemon as well. So, you guys get to take your pick. Ladies first as usual."
Mai, after some deliberation, decided to go with Chimchar. "Wonderful choice!" said the Professor. "I advise you to nickname your Pokemon as well to make it more unique. Well, who's next?"
Ken stared at the two Pokeballs in front of him. Out of nowhere, it had dawned on him: this was it. This was the first moment of his journey. From here on out, Ken was going to be a real Pokemon Trainer. With a gulp, he reached out his hand to grasp his Pokeball. His hand gravitated to the right, towards Froakie. He wasn't sure why, but it just felt right, like Froakie was calling to him. He grabbed the Pokeball, and without even waiting for a response from the Professor, he pressed the button and opened it. Sure enough, a bright white light came shining out of the Pokeball and onto the table. After a moment, a Froakie stood where the light had been, staring curiously at its surroundings.
"Ah, excellent choice!" the Professor said. "I think the two of you will be a really great team."
Froakie turned to look at its new trainer, its eyes studying Ken's face curiously. "Froakie," Ken said, his voice suddenly sounding very serious. "I know we've just met, and I know this may sound strange, but here and now, I swear to you..." Ken raised his fist toward his new Pokemon. "I swear, that no matter what the odds against us, you and I will one day become the greatest Pokemon and Trainer around. We'll form an invincible team, challenging anyone to test our strength. We'll survive, no matter how hard things attack us. We'll stand together, and together, we'll become the strongest that anyone has ever seen." Froakie stared for only a moment, then smiled and met Ken's fist with its own. The two of them made a promise, right then and there, to become the ultimate Champions.
"Hmm, how moving," the Professor said, smiling and nodding. Ken jumped, suddenly realizing that the other three were staring at him. He grinned, once again embarrassed by his loss of focus. Froakie even chuckled at him a bit. "Now then! I believe we still have one more Pokemon to be chosen. Enyo, was it?" The Professor motioned to the Pokeball that was still inside the case. "I believe it's your turn." Ken turned to watch as Enyo received his own Pokemon.