The Alucard estate was cloaked in morning light, every polished surface glinting with the weight of history and expectation. Yet beneath the glittering facade, today marked a turning point—not just for me but for the legacy I carried. The air was steady and calm, belying the storm of decisions I had wrestled with in silence for months.
I stood before my family in the grand hall, the etched stone beneath echoing faintly with footsteps long past. Adrian and Elise, Magnus, and Hawthorne formed a silent circle around me—a constellation of lineage, duty, and scrutiny.
"I am leaving the estate," I declared, tone firm. "And I will take Eevee with me."
The room stilled.
Eevee sat calmly at my side, fur immaculate despite the quiet tension swirling overhead. Its eyes met mine—calm, composed as if it understood the enormity of this moment.
Adrian's gaze was sharp, flickering between surprise and calculation.
"To the Indigo Tournament," Elise murmured, her voice both encouragement and concern.
"I'm canceling the plan to bring the entire team," I added. "Eevee is not just another Pokémon. It is part of me—the bond we share is my family's living legacy. The others will remain here, trained and protected."
Magnus stepped forward, producing a sealed letter embossed with our crest.
"This," he said, handing it to me, "is addressed to Professor Oak. It comes with my trust and the hope that you will forge your own path."
The weight of that letter settled heavy in my palm—a bridge between the elite world I was leaving and the new one I was about to enter.
"You will fly directly to Pallet Town aboard our private jet," he continued. "Time is precious, and your journey begins with alliances as well as battles."
The jet's engines hummed beneath me, rich leather seating cradling me as we soared toward a sky painted with the soft hues of Kalos morning. Below, rivers carved lacework into the landscape, fields stretched like patchwork, and the world expanded beneath wings built for speed and secrecy.
My mind drifted, unbound by geography. With memories flooding in from a past life lived through television screens and dusty cartridges, I recalled every twist and pivotal lesson from the Indigo League arc. The friendships forged, rivalries sparked, and battles that shaped legends.
I knew the players well—Ash, Misty, Brock—and the proven path that Robert Alucard was about to walk, but with a difference. Knowing the game's every nuance was an advantage—a tool. But it also bound me to a destiny I would command, not merely follow.
Eevee rested beside me, its gaze steady and calm. It wasn't just a symbol of family or science; it was a partner, equal in every sense.
Landing smoothly just outside Pallet Town, the quiet buzz of a small town welcomed me. Budding trainers and their families moved through the streets, nervous excitement lighting their faces like candles in the dusk.
Professor Oak's home was modest compared to my ancestral estate—surrounded by vibrant gardens alive with the hum of organic energy and faint wisps of aura from the nurturing Pokémon nearby.
I approached the porch, the letter safely tucked in my jacket.
Oak greeted me with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up as he broke the seal. "Robert Alucard," he said, "a name both familiar and formidable."
He revealed the iconic trio—Bulbasaur, Squirtle, and Charmander—inside gleaming Poké Balls.
My choice was clear, already known by heart from my memories.
"Charmander," I said.
Professor Oak nodded approvingly as the fiery beginner stepped out, tail flame flickering softly.
"A fine choice," Oak mused. "Fiery spirit and determination—that's a companion for the road ahead."
I knelt, our eyes locking.
"This is the start," I whispered, "but not the end. Together, we will shape the future."
Eevee remained quietly beside me, its presence a constant reminder of the legacy I represented.
Professor Oak cast a knowing glance.
"Eevee is rare in its adaptability and potential," he remarked. "It's clear it has been nurtured with care."
That care was the result of decades of Alucard family breeding mastery, scientific breakthroughs, and aura-infused training.
"Your journey promises to be unlike any other," Oak added.
Soon after, amidst the bustle of hopeful trainers and curious onlookers, I met him—Ash Ketchum.
I'd watched him many times before, a boy of unwavering spirit and a heart as wide as the region.
Our first meeting was quiet but charged with recognition—two different paths converging on familiar soil.
Ash's fiery enthusiasm was infectious; his dreams were raw and pure.
I admired his passion but knew my approach would be different—a blend of science, aura, and strategy married with the bonds we'd share.
As the sun dipped into twilight, I sat inside Oak's lab poring over maps and notes—relics and charts of gym leaders, leagues, and tournament history.
The journey ahead was both a challenge and an opportunity. With Eevee and Charmander by my side, I carried more than just Pokémon. I carried my family's weight, my own knowledge of the future, and the silent promise of greater power waiting in shadows—Deoxys, Mewtwo, and the teams I'd left behind.
That night, under a canopy of stars, Eevee curled against me, its steady breathing a balm to the swirling thoughts.
I opened my journal, pen poised.
With one deliberate stroke, I wrote:
The world thinks the game starts now. They are wrong. Our real game begins here.
A confident smile crept across my lips.
"Let's play," I murmured.