Chapter 1: A New Generation

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Author's Note:

And here is chapter 1 of Bonnie's adventure. The prologue introduced us to some things going on elsewhere, but here, Bonnie's getting ready to become a Pokemon trainer! For those of you who read on Twitter, this is essentially the same thing I released there, as people seemed to really enjoy it. So, I thought, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Hope the rest of you enjoy it too!

Chapter 1: A New Generation

"Pikachu, let's wrap this up! Beat him back with Iron Tail, and then use Thunderbolt!"

"Pika!" the electric mouse on screen replied, leaping up high into the air, casting a shadow on the ground beneath him. The sun shining brightly above him seemed to blind his opponent, a strange looking Raichu that floated in midair, seemingly standing atop its tail as it looked up, squinting. "Chuuu PIKA!" Pikachu roared as he descended, extending his tail out and swinging the glowing white appendage downwards.

"Raiii!" the Raichu yelled in pain as it crashed into the ground, dust shooting up around it as it left a sizeable crater in the middle of the battlefield.

Pikachu, the determined little Mouse Pokemon, then straightened in midair, looking down with narrowed eyes, sensing his victory was imminent. His ears pricked up, and the screen shifted to his trainer, a raven-haired boy in a red hat with a circle, his blue and white striped shirt rippling in the wind generated by Pikachu's attack. "All right, Pikachu," he yelled, putting one foot forward and pointing straight ahead, "let it rip!"

"Piii kaaa chuuu!" Pikachu roared once more, electricity surging around his body as he appeared to curl up, shutting his eyes tight while he attempted to concentrate every bit of energy he had. The yellow lightning then burst forth, launching down towards the panting Raichu, struggling to rise from the previous attack, but unable to, losing the will to continue as it watched the Thunderbolt approach. The attack then exploded against it, another cloud of dust and smoke expanding outward.

As Pikachu landed, lowering his body and preparing to move again just in case his opponent was able to continue, the crowd in the arena held their breath. No one said a word. The announcer, the crowd and the trainers were all silent. Then, as the cloud of dust settled, and the still form of Raichu was revealed, the referee finally stepped forward.

"Raichu is unable to battle, and thus, Hau has lost all six of his Pokemon. This means the winner of the battle is Ash Ketchum from Pallet Town!"

"What a battle!" the announcer almost screamed. "In a back and forth affair, the young star trainer from Pallet Town has managed to defeat Hau and move on to the finals! What a match it will be between Ash and fellow finalist Gladion to decide the winner of the first ever Alola League!"

The camera then shifted to a group in the stands, where a blonde girl in a white dress and hat sat next to the other finalist, also blond, with his bangs over his face, wearing a grey and black hooded shirt. They both looked a little uncomfortable to be on TV, but the girl gave a small smile and lightly nudged the boy next to her, who the announcer had mentioned earlier was her brother. A moment later, a much peppier looking girl with long green hair in two long pigtails, wearing greyish teal overalls overtop a pink shirt, poked her head down between the two siblings from her seat behind them, smiling and waving at the camera, before being pulled back by a dark-skinned shirtless boy.

The commentator then took over, beginning his recap of the match, raving about Pikachu's performance, which not only involved the final victory, but also tying the match after Ash lost his first two Pokemon early. The camera shifted to the victorious trainer and his partner Pokemon, the former holding the latter in his arms. It was a sight that could inspire anyone who wanted to go down the path of becoming a Pokemon trainer. After working so hard for so long, these two were another step closer to achieving their dream together.

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