-The Legal Stuff:-

1) I am not at all affiliated with Game Freak nor Nintendo, or any other companies that write/produce Pokémon.

2) I do not own any part of Pokémon.

-A Waiver:-

1) This is not a direct steal from anything already Pokémon-related that exists, not the show or a game or a novel/book. It is my own creation, therefore I may bend the rules a little bit to fit my needs.

2) The names of Professors, Gym Leaders, and Cities were taken from Ruby Version.

-End the Boring Stuff, Start the Story!-

Prologue:

The Young Teacher.

The young businessman straightened the cap on his head and the tie around his neck before scooping his suitcase off the ground by the handle. He struggled a moment with the weight of the case until he was able to once again compose himself and take up a straighter, more confident posture. He knocked on the door of the small school building and took a step back, waiting for the young teacher he knew was inside to open the door.

The door creaked open after several moments and the man leaned in. "Good morning again Miss-" he said happily before pausing. "Oh."

The woman wasn't on the other side of the door, in fact she wasn't even in the main room. The man looked around the entirety of the room. Individual desks and seats filled a majority of the space, all pointed to the front of the room where there was a much larger desk and a blackboard hanging on the wall behind that. Written at the top of the board in chalk were the words: 'Pokémon Types'.

The man cleared his throat as he looked around and headed to the front of the room. "Excuse me? Ma'am?" He called out into the room.

Perched on the desk at the front of the room was a petite, elegant Pokémon. It was staring at him inquisitively as he neared. The man glanced over his shoulder to the corner of the room. In that corner, laying in a small Pokémon bed, was another Pokémon. It was licking its paws and rubbing them over the fins on top of its head. The man gulped, they weren't particularly menacing looking Pokémon, but after coming here so many times, he knew of their power. His free hand that wasn't grasping the suitcase immediately went to his waist. His Nidoking's Pokémon was securely attached to his belt.

"Welcome back to Ecruteak City, Mr. Pointer," a woman's voice said as a door to a small office opened and the young teacher stepped out of the room. Her raven-colored hair was pulled back into a high and tightly wound bun, piled atop her head and she wore dark-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose. She closed the office door behind her, in her arms she held a stack of papers. The heels of her black pumps clicked as she walked across the hardwood floor over to the desk at the front of the room. She looked up at the salesman now. "Need we go through this entire business again?"

"If you would allow me," he hurried over to the large desk at the front of the room and slammed his suitcase onto the desk. The Pokémon that had been sitting there hissed at him as it resituated itself as far from him as it could while still remaining on the desk. "I'm not marketing workbooks anymore."

"No?" The woman's eyebrow arched at him as she set the papers she had been holding on the desk in front of her. She nudged his suitcase more towards the edge of the desk and away from her with her index finger. "What now?"

"I have new and improved textbooks straight from Professor Dogwood herself," he boasted as he unclipped his suitcase and opened it.

"Professor Dogwood?" The woman repeated, a look of obvious skepticism coming over her soft, attractive features.

"She's a relatively new professor who has just graduated from the Viridian Pokémon Academy," the salesman quickly explained. "She's in a very close camaraderie with Professor Oak in Pallet Town."

"Where does she study now Mr. Pointer?" The woman asked, setting her hands on the large desk and leaning over it towards him. Her white button-up shirt had just enough button's undone that if the salesman looked down he could see ample cleavage.

"In, uh, Celadon City in Kanto," he explained, his eyes flicking back up to her face. With a nod of his head he quickly added to his statement. "It's a big city, it's not surprising you haven't heard of her."

"Mr. Pointer," the woman sighed.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Are you aware that I traveled all over Johto and Kanto several years ago as I trained to become a Pokémon Master?" The teacher asked as she now leaned towards the pink Pokémon sitting on her desk. She rubbed the feline-like Pokémon's cheeks with both her hands, the Pokémon's eyes narrowed in contentment.

"I did not know that," he muttered.

"I am still in very close contact with Professor Elm and Professor Evergreen of New Bark Town," she continued as she now looked back at the salesman. The Pokémon looked at him too, its eyes still tapered, but now in irritation. "And with Professor Oak of Pallet Town."

"I see," the young man sighed and hung his head slightly, knowing that he been caught in a lie.

"I've never heard of a Professor Dogwood," the woman spat. The Pokémon on her desk again hissed at him.

The man shot the Pokémon a glare before turning his attention back to the teacher. "Okay, in actuality, these books were written by Professor Dogwood. She studies in a region known as Hoenn, but not under Professor Birch."

"So what?" The woman asked, folding her arms across her chest.

"She's my cousin, I'm just trying to get her some publicity," the man sighed. 'And to get myself some profit.'

The eyes of the pink Pokémon on the desk flashed as the gem on her forehead lit up. After a moment, a low growl emanated from its throat.

"See, that I believe," the woman replied as she turned away from him and towards the blackboard. The black skirt she wore hugged her tiny waist and emphasized her small size and long legs. "The second part that is."

"The second part?" The man echoed as he looked away from her legs and up to her face, confused about what she meant.

"The part you thought," she turned slightly and smiled at him. "About profit."

The man's brow furrowed in confusion, how could she possibly know what he had just thought? That was impossible. He shook his head quickly, he was getting sidetracked. He had come here to sell these textbooks. "Ma'am please. Just look through these books," he said, holding out a copy of the textbook.

She glanced at the book in his hand and then back up at him. "For what purpose would I need that book?"

"It is a very impressive and enriching text," the man nodded as he repeated one of the reviews he had read from the back of the book. He hadn't actually read the book himself, he had no need. What would he do with the useless information within this book?

"Ha," the Pokémon sitting on the desk next to his suitcase suddenly scoffed. "You do not even believe that, why should we?"

His eyes widened as he looked from the Pokémon up to the young teacher. She didn't seem at all surprised as she stared at the salesman, the look on her face was one of agreement with her Pokémon's comment. "Did she just-?" He started to ask, then shook his head again. There was no way that was true.

"You had better believe it," the Pokémon spoke to him again. "For I am speaking directly to you Mr. Pointer."

"Holy Mew," he whispered.

"How many more times are you going to come in here to bug Ms. Eden?" The Pokémon spat. It stood up and arched its back, hissing at the salesman before it jumped off the table and over to the teacher, sitting down on the floor next to her legs. "You have much in common with an annoying Venomoth that won't leave Pokémon trainers alone."

"Luma," the Vaporeon laying across the room sighed. The man bit back a scream as he looked over at the water Pokémon. "Leave the man alone. Rowan will deal with him as she sees fit."

"Oh sure Vapor," the first Pokémon hissed as she glared at the salesman. "Only because she can't do as much damage as I can."

The man's jaw dropped open at the phenomena sitting on the floor in front of him in the form of a talking Espeon.

"As you can see, Mr. Pointer, my classroom is already quite impressive and enriching," the young teacher said to him with a soft smile.

Author's Notes: Prologue: I would like to say that I am back with the sequel to Pokémon: Johto and Kanto Travels. However, I hate to admit it, but this a ploy.

As you will notice this introduction to the A/N is the same as [Insert other title here]. This is because I want you guys to get a feeling for both and tell me which you want me to post first. This is a talley so you have to vote if you want to see one of the stories before [the other], otherwise I make the choice. And let me warn you, I am NOT decisive in the least! (:

So! If you want me to post/finish and conclude this story first leave a comment on this chapter saying: POST THIS ONE FIRSSSSTTTTT! Or something like that. (: Otherwise go over now and read [The other story] and put the same comment! :D

Anyhoozle, this is the prologue of Pokémon: Hoenn Travels, this does not in anyway outline the rest of the story. It is merely the prologue so you can see what Rowan has evolved into. (As well as Luma and her Vaporeon, now known as Vapor! :D). So, the overall story will be different but this is just a window for you to see my writing style for Rowan for the sequel.

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