Sylas had woken in the early morning. His purple eyes drifted to the misty mountain view outside the window, his dark black and purple hair slightly disheveled. Sylas, of medium height and height, carried a regal air; the purple shirt and black pants he would wear today were embroidered with Ariodas-woven threads and reinforced with Pokémon materials. This wasn't just a garment; it was a symbol of family tradition and wealth. Sylas's style foreshadowed his future as a powerful trainer and researcher, far from a simple young man.
Gengar stood silently in his shadow, gazing at Sylas. They had been together since they were ten. This Pokémon, bound to ghost energy, stood calmly beside the boy, sensing his presence and powerful enough to protect him when needed. Sylas drew strength from Gengar's presence, but he also knew he could be dangerous. Today was the graduation ceremony, and Gengar stood silently in his place.
His grandfather's voice echoed through the house: "Sylas! Are you ready? Have you checked Drapion and the other Pokémon?" Sylas smiled. "I'm ready, Grandpa. Everything's ready," he said. Grandpa, as always, radiated a powerful and intimidating aura, but to Sylas, it was merely a sign of respect. His grandmother called from the kitchen: "Sylas, don't leave without breakfast, it's going to be a long day!" Smiling, he ate breakfast with his mother and father. His mother supported him with her usual compassion, while his father observed silently; as a former explorer and experienced trainer, he was ready to stand by him.
The graduation ceremony began in their family's private hall in the mountains. Other members of the Zelith family were present, each distinguished by their own Pokémon and abilities. As he entered the ceremony grounds, Sylas spotted some talented children standing in respect. He noticed the admiration in their eyes, but his own focus was solely on duty and learning. Throughout the ceremony, Gengar stood silently in his shadow, reassuring Sylas's presence. His grandfather, looking at Sylas during the ceremony, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "You are now officially a New Trainer. But remember, the real training begins now." His grandmother, playfully trying to protect him, said, "Sylas, be careful. Your grandfather may scare you, but remember, I'm here!" His mother smiled, "Your intelligence and patience will guide you, but always respect your Pokémon." His father nodded silently; his eyes held a mixture of pride and warning.
After the ceremony, Sylas returned home feeling Gengar standing beside him, thinking about his future duties. Graduation was not an end, but a beginning. The Pokémon world was filled with vast mountains, poisonous swamps, lakes, and secret rituals; and Sylas was ready to find his own way in it.