Welcome, one and all to the first chapter of Pokemon Kalos Adventure! I'm really excited for this story, because I've been planning it out since the very end of Sinnoh. I actually wrote this chapter about a year ago, so there might be some weird things (ideas I had, specifically) in here, so let me know via PM or review if you see something. Now, this chapter will be about Owen arriving in Kalos and receiving his starter for the region, so let's get this show on the road!

Owen's team (none)

"So your friend is studying something that'll 'revolutionize' the way people battle?" Owen quizzed as he and Professor Oak zipped through the streets of Lumiose City in a car that picked them up from the airport.

"That is correct. Gary would've come instead of myself, but he's busy studying how Pokemon got their typings." The two were then silent for the rest of the car ride with an occasional sound from the driver, or a 'wow' of amazement regarding the gigantic buildings in Lumiose City.

"I wonder what kind of starters they have here. Or if anything crazy will happen, just like last time," Owen thought aloud, slightly angered by the time he visited Unova, and Snivy scampered around Castelia City. Professor Oak grinned sheepishly before looking back out the window.

"We're here," the driver announced as the car screeched to a stop. Both Owen and Professor Oak stepped out of the car and looked at the gigantic laboratory that was in the middle of the colossal city. The teenager and professor then exited the car and began to walk towards the laboratory that was sealed off by a large gate.

"Hold on one second," Professor Oak told Owen as he pressed a button that would buzz them in. They didn't even have to wait, because the gates swung open almost immediately. Cautiously, Owen and the professor made their way down the cobblestone walkway and entered the lab.

"Hello? Auagustine?" Professor Oak called.

Owen looked around at the lab and was impressed. There were three strips of red carpet. One that led from the door to the middle of the room, and then it forged into the doorways on the left and right sides of the room. There were also two staircases on the left and right sides of the room while in between them was presumably the way to a testing area.

"Is that you, Samuel?" a voice replied from the left doorway. A young man around the age of thirty walked out and was scratching the back of his head. He had light skin, a full head of black hair that stood up in random spots, and he had a growing beard. He wore a white lab coat over a blue dress shirt, and he also had a pair of black dress pants and brown dress shoes.

"It's great to see you again, Augustine! I heard your research is going well." Augustine nodded before stretching his arms over his head and letting out a yawn.

"That's right. Oh? Who's this?" Augastine asked while looking at Owen.

"This is Owen. He's a trainer who got his first Pokemon from me about five years ago. I'm sure you've seen him compete in league tournaments," Professor Oak responded.

"Oh I remember now! You had back to back appearances in the championship rounds in Sinnoh and Unova. It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Augustine Sycamore," the young man stated as he went to shake the Owen's hand.

"Nice to meet you, too. I'm Owen Plateau," the teen responded while shaking the professor's hand.

"Wait here one minute. I'll be right back," Professor Sycamore told Owen. "Samuel, would you mind helping me?"

"Not at all. I'll be right back, Owen."

"Feel free to explore the lab. If you go straight ahead there's a Pokemon habitat," Professor Sycamore announced before walking away with Professor Oak.

"I guess I'll go check that out," Owen told himself as he walked straight ahead. While on his way to the habitat, Owen gazed at the pictures of trainers and their Pokemon that was given to them by Professor Sycamore.

After a solid minute of walking, Owen ended up in front of an automatic door. It quickly slid open, and Owen stepped into the habitat.

"Wow! This place is incredible!" Owen exclaimed while looking around. The roof was made entirely of glass so light was able to feed into the room. There were trees for bug Pokemon, rivers to drink from, and fresh cut grass.

"Are you Owen?" Upon hearing the question, Owen turned to the woman standing behind him.

"Yes ma'am."

"Professors Sycamore and Oak will be here shortly," she told the teen. Owen nodded, and began to walk around the living area. Zigzagoon, Maril, Caterpie, and Poliwag all scampered across the grass while playing happily.

"So they have Pokemon from different regions here. Interesting," Owen said to himself.

"That it is," Professor Sycamore replied with a stupid grin on his face as he strolled into the room. Professor Oak had the same expression on his face. Owe noticed that the elderly professor was wheeling a table into the habitat, and Professor Sycamore was holding three Pokeballs.

"Hold on a second, Professor Oak," Owen told the older man while putting his hands up. "I'm not here to compete in the league. I just need to find someone."

"Well, what better way to find someone than by traveling to different cities and being on national television?" Professor Sycamore replied convincingly.

"So, I'm already meeting my starter?" Owen asked after examining the three Pokeballs in the Kalosian professor's hands.

"Precisely! You sure are observant, Owen," Professor Oak answered sarcastically.

"You guys were definitely planning this at some point," Owen told the man with a harsh tone. "What if I decided not to come to the Kalos region?"

"Then you would've made all three of these Pokemon feel very bad about themselves," Professor Sycamore shot back playfully.

"Alright. Show me the Pokemon," the fifteen year old ordered while crossing his arms over his chest.

"Okay. Come on out you three!" Professor Sycamore tossed the three Pokeballs in the air, and they opened up once they reacher their peak height. There were three Pokemon that appeared, and all three looked up at Owen.

"This is Fennekin, the fire type. Fennekin here has a bit of an attitude, but the Fennekin species are very loyal to their trainer." The Fennekin was a small four legged fox that was predominantly yellow with bright red fur sticking out of its ears. Professor Sycamore then moved to a small brown hedgehog that was wearing a spiky green cap. "This is Chespin, the grass type. All Chespin are known for their bubbly personalities." Then, Professor Sycamore moved to a small blue frog that had white bubbles around its neck. "Lastly, this is Froakie. He's a very quiet Pokemon who stands up for his friends. They are also known for their great jumping skills."

"Wow, this is going to be a tough decision," Owen told Professor Sycamore while looking at Fennekin, Chespin, and Froakie. Fennekin blankly stared at Owen while Chespin tried showing off his muscles. Froakie, however, just smiled timidly.

"Well, it's not actually a choice. I've already picked the Pokemon that I feel is perfect for you," Professor Sycamore told Owen, much to his shock.

"What do you mean? Why did you even have me look at these Pokemon if you already picked my starter!?" Owen yelled.

"Well, I didn't choose. It was merely the last Pokemon left out of the three," Professor Sycamore explained.

"Then who is it?"

"I'm happy to introduce you to your partner for the Kalos region. Would you please step forward?" Professor Sycamore asked one of the three Pokemon. Slowly and shyly, Froakie stepped forwards with a timid look on his face.

"The other two trainers that are getting their Pokemon requested Fennekin and Chespin, so I figured I'd give you a partner, and Froakie a trainer!"

Owen looked over at Froakie and studied the water type starter.

"He doesn't really look confident. Maybe he's like Snivy was when we met; really unconfidentt . Then again, he could be nervous… I mean, he just met me and I'm his trainer."

"Froakie, we're gonna make a great team!" Owen proclaimed.

"Fro-Fro!" Froakie cheered before hopping onto Owen's left shoulder. Both Professor Sycamore and Oak laughed at the sight, and then Professor Sycamore handed Owen a strange device that was a rectangular piece of glass with the top and bottom sections covered in red. Then, he handed Owen a set of ten Pokeballs.

"That's the Kalos Pokedex, and I figured I'd start you off with some Pokeballs," Professor Sycamore told Owen. The teen bowed thankfully, and then Professor Oak looked at his watch.

"Wow. The time is a bit stranger over here. It says that it's 14:37!" Professor Oak exclaimed.

"Yeah. We've been experimenting with ways to keep time, and this one actually makes sense," Professor Sycamore answered. "Well, Owen, it seems like the perfect time to start your journey, doesn't it?"

"I guess so. Professor Oak, I'll see you around. And thank you for the Pokemon, Professor Sycamore. Froakie, let's go!" With that, Owen bolted out of the Pokemon habitat, and then the laboratory.

000

A speeding Pokemon zipped through the air and over the ocean. His eyes were peeled as he searched for his trainer. It would only take about another fifteen minutes to arrive on land, but would his trainer be there?

000

"Froakie-Fro," Froakie hummed as he camped himself on Owen's left shoulder. The two began to walk down the streets of Lumiose city, encountering many strange new Pokemon.

"So, Froakie, are you as excited as I am?" Owen quizzed. Froakie punched the air gleefully in response to Owen's question. "Good. I have a great feeling about this league," Owen told his starter as they circled around the gigantic Prism Tower. Even though he hadn't originally planned on competing in the Kalos League, Professor Sycamore did make a great point. If he made it far enough, his mother and father would probably recognize his name.

"Yeah, so Santalune City is really messed up." Owen turned to hear the news about the unfamiliar city, so he walked over towards the sound of it. "I heard some kid with a Staraptor managed to stop these people called Team Flare."

"Team Flare?" Owen asked aloud as he found the group of teens that were talking about Santalune City.

One boy, the one who was talking, turned and nodded. "Yeah. The gym is wrecked over there, and so are some of the buildings in the downtown area."

"Would you mind pointing me to Santalune City? I'm new around these parts," Owen asked.

"No problem. Just go south of here, and it's a straight shot there," the boy explained while pointing down the street.

"Thanks," Owen told him before walking off with Froakie.

"Froakie. Froa-kie!" Froakie cheered while throwing his fists in the air.

"Jeez, you sure are energetic. Those trainers are going to be sorry they didn't reserve you, Froakie," Owen complimented.

"Fro!"

000

"So this is urban Kalos. I didn't think this place would be so beautiful," Ariel said to herself as she continued walking down Route 7. Stretching, she slowly yawned and looked around at the quiet dirt streets and acres of incredible plant life. Each step she took caused her heart to best faster and faster.

Her brown hair swayed from side to side, just like her emotions. The sound of her boots clacking against the ground was as rhythmic as the ticking sound on a clock. Her skin was beginning to tan ever so slightly thanks to her weeks traveling on foot through Kalos. Not a single city could hide what she was looking for. And she planned on finding it.

"This is way nicer and more family-focused than the other regions," she thought aloud. A look of anger began to creep on to her face as she thought of her family. "As soon as I find him, he's as good as dead."

000

"Froakie, do you ever get the feeling like someone's hunting you?" Owen asked as chills ran down his spine. The blue frog looked at Owen as if he was crazy, but shook his head in an attempt to not hurt his trainer's feelings.

The two had managed to reach the entrance to Lumiose City or, in their case, the exit. They walked through, and began their trek to Santalune City, which was where their first gym battle would take place. It was only supposed to be six hours away, but that was just for walking. If anyone could reach the city in a mere three hours running, it would be Owen Plateau.

"Hey, Froakie?"

"Fro?"

"Were you ever a wild Pokemon?" Owen questioned. His starter nodded, and then began to motion towards the trees on both sides of the road.

"So you used to live around here?"

Froakie nodded and then sighed. He had loved being a wild Pokemon. He didn't particularly mind captivity, but the freedom of being your own Pokemon was awesome to say the least.

"Give us your money and your Pokemon!" a voice ordered from down the road. Without hesitation, Owen sprinted towards the voice, and eventually found a group of five men around three kids. One boy and two girls, to be exact.

"No way! We love our Pokemon!" one of the girls responded. In a matter of seconds, a man from behind her turned her around and smacked her across the face.

"You're gonna give us those Pokemon, or we'll kill you and then take them!"

"Froakie, use Bubble!" Froakie jumped off of Owen's shoulder and into the air. He then fired a series of bubbles at the men, except they did little to no damage. Froakie landed on the ground, and the five men and three children turned to look at Owen and Froakie.

"That was a weak Bubble attack. You're not even worth our time, so scram!" another man demanded.

"Not a chance. Maybe I should call my Staraptor out to take care of you guys," Owen fibbed as he remembered the story of the boy who protected Santalune with his Staraptor.

"You guys go. I'll take care of this punk," the man in the front told the other four men.

"No way, Frank. This kid is strong. I heard he took out one of the Team Flare admins!" a man countered while staring at Owen and Froakie.

"Team Flare is a bunch of losers who don't know a strong Pokemon if it bit them on the butt. Don't worry… I'll make sure this kid never walks this planet again," the man replied coldly. The words sent chills down Owen's spine.

"Okay, everyone, let's go!" the man that was talking to Frank ordered. With that, he and the other three men ran away and left the three kids alone.

"You're gonna have one tough fight, kid," Frank told Owen. "Go, Dragonite."

000

"Oh my god! How long can this fricking route be?" Ariel screamed in frustration. In an attempt to calm herself, she looked up at the sky and focused on the fluffy clouds overhead. "Okay. Calm down, Ariel. Just take a deep breath and-" Before she could finish her sentence, a strange creature zipped through the air at a breakneck pace. For a second, it almost seemed as if the Pokemon had locked eyes with her.

She then watched as the Pokemon disappeared in the blink of an eye, causing her to doubt what she had just seen.

"What the hell was that?"

000

"Froakie, use Pound!"

"Dragonite, take flight!" Before Froakie could strike the pseudo legendary, Dragonite shot into the sky. Froakie punched the ground, and began jumping around while waving his left fist in pain.

"Froakie, calm down and use Bubble!" Owen commanded while searching his Pokedex for other moves Froakie knew. The water type snapped out of his flailing and eyed Dragonite, who was zipping through the clear skies.

"Dragonite, use Dragon Rush!" Just as Froakie reared back to fire the Bubble attack, Dragonite began to roar, and then started to speed towards Froakie. Suddenly, a blue dragon head surrounded Dragonite before he crashed into Froakie.

"Froakie!" Owen cried before running towards the cloud of dust that covered his starter. As the dust settled, Owen found Froakie lying on the ground, which was slightly indented by the force of Dragonite's Dragon Rush. Froakie slowly got back up and looked up at Owen with a weak smile. He then walked back to where he was when the battle started, and Owen stood three feet behind Froakie.

"I think it's time we wrap this up. Dragonite, use Aerial Ace!" Frank shouted. Dragonite began to roar powerfully before bursting towards Froakie and Owen while white streaks of light trailed behind his body.

"Froakie, grab on to Dragonite and then use Pound!" Owen bellowed. Just as Dragonite prepared to hit into Froakie, the frog latched on to the two strands of hair on Dragonite's head. Froakie then began punching Dragonite, but it didn't appear to do any damage.

"Dragonite, fly straight up and then descend sharply!" Frank yelled. Dragonite instantly shot strait up while Froakie struggled to hold on.

"Froakie, use Bubble!" Owen and Frank watched as flashes of blue light flew off of Dragonite's back. Suddenly, Dragonite zipped back down, and Froakie instantly let go of the two strings of hair on its head.

"You fought hard, kid. But this is where your journey ends. Dragonite, use Hyper Beam!" Frank commanded. Dragonite then reared back and unleashed a gigantic beam of orange energy towards Froakie, who was beginning to fall towards the ground.

"FROAKIE!" Owen screamed as he watched his starter fall to his potential death. As the orange beam then exploded, and a gigantic cloud of smoke formed in the air. Dragonite smirked smugly and then began to walk towards Frank, who had the same stupid smirk on his face.

"It's a shame that I had to do that. But anybody that stands in our way will feel our wrath," Frank told Owen.

The fifteen year old continued to stare at the smoke until a figure fell from it. The body began to pick up speed, and it continued its free fall. Frank and his Dragonite looked up and saw the figure that was falling, which put smirks on their faces.

"Dragonite, hit it with another Hyper Beam." Dragonite reared back and fired another orange beam of energy. However, the figure picked up even more speed, causing the Hyper Beam to miss. It then landed on the ground feet first with Froakie in its arms.

Upon seeing the figure standing in front of him, Owen began to laugh slowly as the large Pokemon handed him Froakie. Owen then looked around the Pokemon standing in front of him, noticing that he matched Dragonite's height.

"What's so funny?" Frank interrogated with an angered look on his face.

"It's a shame I have to do this," Owen mocked. Looking at the figure, he grinned. Its orange skin and large wings gave off a wave of strength. The flame on its tail began to burn brightly, and its neck shot straight up before roaring intimidatingly.

Froakie eyed the winged reptilian with a look of admiration. The Pokemon he had never seen or met before had just saved him, and looked ready to knock Dragonite's head off. Looking over at Owen, Froakie saw a confident look on his face, which intimidated the man and his Dragonite. Owen cleared his throat and spoke up loudly, grabbing Froakie's attention.

"Charizard, use Flamethrower!"

And it's about to get real. Charizard appearing and Owen meeting the sinister organization in chapter 1? Well, I already have chapter 2 written also, but I have to edit it just incase there's anything off about it. Till next time, peace out.

1) Any (crazy) predictions for Kalos?

2) Do you like Froakie? I'm not really sure where I should take his personality, so please comment!

Next Chapter: A Grim Beginning: As Owen's battle with Frank continues, Ariel makes her way towards Lumiose City. Basically, it's just a continuation of this chapter, but the introduction of another character will happen (albeit a bit randomly)...