Throwing the Lance: Chapter 1

This is a story about the best Pokemon trainer ever. His name is Lance. At this point in time, he was fifteen years old. Lance grew up in Blackthorn city, a place famous for its dragon-types. In fact, it only has dragon types, and the gym-leader-in-training there is Lance's cousin, Clair. Lance was offered the position first, but refused. He could do better, couldn't he?! He didn't really want to be regarded as the guy with a few Dragonair, did he? And so now, his story starts.
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"CLAIR! Don't do that! And your stupid little, oh, sorry, Dragonair... and you, you stupid little idiot, and your Dragonair, which you totally don't deserve!" I threw my Dragonite-shaped pillow at Clair's face.
"Well, Lance, you think the world revolves around League Champions and Dragonite!" Clair flipped back her sheet of dazzling dragon-blue hair.
I started combing out my red hair, which most of the spikiness had left. I re-added the spikes and gelled them so they stayed in place.
"Lance..." Clair clipped on her cape. "Do you know why the heck dragon-trainers all have to wear capes?" She straightened hers out and made sure the clip was fastened.
"Well, it's sort of tradition, but at least you guys get short ones! I'm always tripping over mine!"
I tied up my cape and pulled on my black boots. I was at least a year older than Clair, but she acted like we were the same age. Perhaps it was because she always had that beautiful Dragonair curled around her. Clair pulled on her gloves and boots and dabbed at her mascara.
"What is it with you and fashion?" I slipped the gold buttons on my suit into their holes.
"It's not fashion, it's just the fact that gym leaders must look their best."
I sighed. "You're right. But Champions must look their best, too!" I grinned.
Clair scanned me. "Where are you off to, getting dressed like a Dragon Master?"
"I decided to start my Pokemon journey today! Right, Dragonite?"
Dragonair hissed in approval.
She scoffed. "Idiot."
"Two levels, Carebear! Two levels!"
Clair hissed. "I told you NEVER to call me that! Dragonair, draco me-- hello, father." Clair bowed deeply.
"Fighting again, are we?" He slammed his staff onto the ground. Instead of throwing Pokeballs, on the top of his golden-emerald staff was an Ultra Ball, which held his one Pokemon, shiny Salamence.
I winced slightly. "Yes, father. We deeply apologize. And father..."
He looked at me through his royal purple hood.
"I... I want to start my journey."
He opened his mouth to speak, and Clair and I stared. My father seldom spoke, and only when it was most needed. "You will go to Dragon's Den at ten night." His voice was deep and calm, like I remembered.
"But father, Dragonite, I have Dragonite."
"No arguing. Ten. Night."
"Father! Dragonite is enough for me!"
He smashed his staff against the ground. "If a battle is what you want, a battle is what you get! Out, my son! Out!"
"Father, I did not want a battle!"
"But you need a battle! You need a battle to prove your arrogance."
"Yes... father."
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He pointed his staff at the battlefield. "LIVEON!," Liveon was his Salamence. "GO!"
Instead of the regular red beam, the beam was brilliant purple.
A gargantuan Salamence flapped its razor wings and darted into the sky.
"Dragonite, come!" I threw the Pokeball and Dragonite started speeding towards Salamence.
"Dragonite! Use Draco Meteor!" Dragonite stopped midair and roared at the skies. Obsidian asteroids cloaked in monstrous purple fire hurled towards Liveon.
"Liveon. Darke Pulse." Salamence took the hit, and started to turn jet black. Then he bulleted towards Dragonite.
"Dragonite, dodge! Then Hyper Beam!" Dragonite missed the black Salamence by inches, then blasted a white beam of burning, searing light towards Salamence. Salamence again was hit.
My father looked at me with an expression of surprise.
"Liveon... use... Giga Impact."
I gulped. I had trained for three years of my life in Dragon's Den, never stepping out of that cave, and he was just going to beat me and send me back for another three years? Harsh.
Salamence turned a murky, deathly silver. Then he roared, and white, fiery light erupted around Salamence. It drowned him in white fire, making him look like a live Hyper Beam. Then he walked towards Dragonite... and sped into the sky. He imitated a Fly, and started rocketing towards the ground. Dragonite took a step back, and Salamence barreled into the ground.
"This is IMPOSSIBLE. Son... have you... beat me?" He looked at the twisted, fainted body of Salamence, limp on the ground.
I looked in awe. Then I grinned, something usually rare in Blackthorn City. "Yes dad. Yes, I certainly have."