The Journey Begins As the pokemon and weapons are issued the trainers of the town would be split up and brought to different tents to speak with officers there. The trainers would find themselves staring at a series of pokedex’s that double as cellphones and had rough maps of the southern Capasia. The officer spoke up as these items were handed out. “You have been split into groups.. Though you do not have to stay as such. If you wish to wander off in pairs of on your own that is your choice! Though by being in groups you are better protected against possible enemies who have made it through the front line. Also you will be able to train against one another which will increase the speed at which you can compete with each gym. What gyms you choose to go in what order is up to you. This group will meet up at the fountain at Eight AM. You are DISMISSED! Return to your homes. When you arrive here in the morning decide among yourselves what to do! We will have nothing more to do with you until you succeed or fail.”
At eight am soldiers walked around the town placing boxes in trucks that were preparing to leave as the draft was over. Some soldiers stayed behind and they stood by the doors of the pokemon Gym that the fountain stood in front of. They were there to restrain and transport any trainers who failed immediately to the front lines. Light billowed over the tops of buildings illuminating the streets with it’s soft light. People walked around town going about their normal business as the soldiers had become a common happening over the past two years.
The alarm clock had woke up Apalacia at seven in the morning. She showered and dressed grabbing her bag full of pokeballs and set out the door for the fountain. it wasn’t long before she found herself standing at it about fifteen minutes early. With a sigh she sat down placing her face in her hands for a moment before looking up. With light movements she pulled her machete free of the sheath and looked it up and down and sighed some before sliding it back in. “I can’t believe this is happening” She said more to herself than anyone else. She was in her own little world and would likely be unaware of anyone around her as her blue and green hair fell to frame her face