Fayte paused outside the town entrance, glancing once more back to her home, then to the ball in her hand. Her eyes were an emerald shade of green, her dark brown nearly black hair fell along her back. She wore a soft pink toque that matched her school girl skirt, while her top was black, and tight to her still fairly young body of seventeen years old. She was nervous, she could admit that about setting off on her new adventure, with one of her father's old fire Pokemon. She had promised him she would be the best, so that promise she was going to do the best she was able to.
Her chest rose and fell with every breath she drew in. As she turned back to the path before her, her black shoes silent on the dirt path. She raised her hand as she gazed at the Poke Ball within her clasp. This was it, a start to a new life. A life where she will change history. A smile curved her lips as she pressed on. How corny was that. She mused to herself, shaking her head from one side to the next.
She entered the forest just before sunset, by the time she allowed the Fire Dog out of his Poke Ball. It would be their first meeting as Trainer and Pokemon. Not from the sidelines as she watched her father battle other trainers or at small gatherings. Would he accept her as his new master?<|im_end|>
The red beam from the Poke Ball shot out, expanding and giving form to Arcanine within. The fire Pokemon stretched its limbs, front and back showing off its muscles were in great shape. Standing firmly, the orange-and-black stripes pokemon looked around for his master but didn't see him. The only person around was a young girl standing behind him, which he pretty much ignored at first.
He walked a few paces in a circle, trying to track down his master. "Maybe he was lost," he thought, "and my Poke Ball ended up in this girl's hand." Or maybe she... he thought, and gave her a menacing look for a moment. There was a light breeze in the forest, and he caught the scent. He perked up his ears and approached her slowly, sniffing at her feet and up her body. Being six feet tall, it was an easy task to recognize her from toe to head.
He knew now it was his master's daughter; she sure had grown since the last time he saw her. He stared at the Poke Ball in her hand and barked, as if telling her why she had it with her. Without her permission, he took possession of it in his jaw. He shook his head in disappointment of how easy it was... so weak. He didn't understand why he was doing this with her. Unaware of what was going on, but he sure wasn't approving of her holding his Poke Ball. Just like that, he turned his back on her and started walking deeper into the forest.<|im_end|>