[ WP ] It 's your tenth birthday and you 're finally old enough to get your first Pokémon . On your way to Professor Oak 's lab , and owl flies by and drops a letter into your hands . It 's from Hogwarts . You read the letter and realize you have a very difficult decision to make .

I ducked as the owl swooped me. I stared angrily at the bird, wishing I had a Pigeot to send after the arrogant bird. The owl swerved in the air once more and dived toward me. I noticed, for the first time, the letter in its beak. The owl spat the letter at me and then flew upwards. From high above a passing Spearow dived at the unsuspecting owl. The sharp talons of the pokemon tore through the owl's innards and I stared fearfully at the Fearow as it landed on a nearby branch and began to tear chunks of flesh from the dead owl. 
 
 If I did not hurry I would be late for choosing my first pokemon and that asshole Gary would get Charmander, just to piss me off. I had been dreaming of owning a dragon ever since I was a child and a Garydos had attacked the fishing fleet of my small village. Watching in horror as boats were torn to pieces and men consumed whole like squirming fish I had decided that I oneday wanted to have such power at my fingertips. 
 
 The discarded letter still lay near my feet. What idiot used an owl for transporting mail when even a Level 1 Pigeotto who had been taught Fly would be quicker. I decided to leave the letter where it lay. Then I noticed it had my name on it. 
 
 Intrigued I tore the letter open and, reading it, began to make my way along the road to the Professor's house. 
 
'Dear Avast, it is with great delight I hereby notify of your enrollment in Hogwarts school of witchcraft and Wizardry. Please be at Platform 9 and 3/4s on the 28th of May. All students are required one wand, one set of robes and the inclosed list of textbooks.' 
 
 I replaced the letter in the envelope. I was so lost in thought that I did not see the hole and stuck my foot into it. The angry diglet bit me deeply. Yelping with pain I swung my backpack at the little pokemon and it scuttled down the hole. A moment later there was a rumbling from below and the earth started to shake. I ran for the fork in the road as the ground split and with a leap I made it across the opening chasm. I rolled as I hit the ground and looked back over my shoulder to see the angry Dugtrio peeping out of the hole next to the little diglet I had kicked. 
 
 I grabbed a rock and threw it at the little mammal. It disappeared back under the ground and I took off. I reached the Professor's house just as the next Earthquake echoed behind me. Too slow Dugtrio. 
 
 As I reached for the handle the door swung open, knocking me backwards onto my ass. 
 
'Watch it.' Gary snapped, striding out. He stared smugly down at me. 
 
'I got Charmander, loser, so long.' And he ran off. 
 
 I stood up and dusted myself off. Professor Oak looked up from his Pikachu dissection as I entered. 
 
'Ah Avast so good of you to come. As you know our world is full of pokemon-' 
 
 I cut him off with a wave of my hand,'Its ok, I do n't need the sales speech. I grew up here. I know all about pokemon. You called my mom, remember?' 
 
'Oh yes, time to choose your first pokemon.' 
 
'Do you have any more Charmanders?' 
 
'Sorry no.' He shook his head,'But I have a squirtle and a bulbasaur.' 
 
'WTF professor? A turtle or a plant. Fuck this shit, I got ta train to catch.' 
 
 
 EPILOGUE: I walked into the old bar. My small village had undergone some changes over the last seven years. Instead of two houses and a lab there were almost a dozen. The place was a thriving metropolis. I stared around at the crusty locals as the Machop wandered upto my table with a tray of beers. 
 
'Wrong table.' I told him. 
 
'Machop.' He cried and banged on the table with his spare hand. 
 
 I rolled my eyes and pulled out my wand. 
 
'Wingardium Leviosa.' I muttered lazily with and with a flick of my wand levitated the Machop into the air and moved him away from me. 
 
'Sorry about the Machop.' The barman said. I had not noticed him approach. 
 
'No trouble. Maybe you can help. I am looking for a girl called Misty.' She had haunted my dreams since childhood and no amount of Butterbeer fuelled hookups with slutty Slytherins had ever erased her from my mind. 
 
'That's my girl you're talking about.' A man yelled from a dimly lit table near the wall. I looked over. Our eyes met. 
 
'Avast.' He gasped. 
 
'Gary.' 
 
'I challenge you to a duel he cried.' 
 
 I nodded and walked outside as Gary and the rest of the bar followed us out. He squared off against me, his brown eyes narrowed with hatred. 
 
'Charizard I choose you.' He tossed the pokeball hard at the ground and from it exploded a giant, orange, angry eyed dragon. I stared at the towering beast as it threw its head into the air and breathed a flame so large it roasted a passing Pigeot in midair. 
 
'Charizard, head stomp this fucker.' Gary yelled but I was quicker, my wand having been concealed up my sleeve. 
 
'Avada Kedavra.' I cried. The Charizard fell backwards, dead. Gary backed away, fear in his eyes, as I spoke 
 
'Never bring a Charizard to a wand fight.'
