Ponémon: Beginnings!

The room was filled with a faint blue light as the television flickered with movement. Magazines titled Ponémon littered the room with their enthusiastic colors and eye-catching covers. The whole room was a complete mess of random souvenirs and toys, each and every one connected to Ponémon in some form. A young colt was spread out in front of the television, his naturally brown-gold pelt was now an unnerving blue from the television coloring him with its dark lighting. On the projection was a significantly older pony wearing a white lab coat, holding a laser-pointer and giving recognition to three perfectly round spheres placed on a podium.

"...as the new wave of Ponémon Trainers comes along, do remember the basic rules of picking Ponémon. Only one starter, and it must be among these three. Say hello to the wonderful classics, Trice, Fru, and Alope!" exclaimed the older scientist-pony. The oddly shaped red-white balls suddenly popped open, releasing a bright flash of light. What appeared were three mysteriously odd creatures.

The first was a chicken-snake like creature, and as all new Ponémon trainers know, this was known as the Cockatrice Ponémon!

The second one was a red bird creature, but with leathery skin rather than noticeable feathers. This adored creature is known only as the Fruit Bat Ponémon.

The final mystery of a being was a strange rabbit with obvious horns. To many Ponémon trainers and fanatics, this was known as the Jackalope Ponémon.

The young colt suddenly shot up on his hind hooves, his off-white mane flipping back as he raised. He slapped on a black cap, and threw his hoof into the air.

"Finally! Tommorow is the day I've been waiting for all my life! The day I get my very first Ponémon!" he exclaimed, his hoof in agony from the stretching "I, Brass, of the town of Littlehoof, in the name of pokemon, here-by promise, I will be the best Ponémon trainer to ever-" the brown pony by the name of Brass was quickly interrupted when an older mare stormed into the room.

"Brass! It's 11:00, and you should be in bed!" huffed the mare, her bright white coat and mane fluffed out slightly when she spoke.

"But mom!" young Brass pouted "Tomorrow I start my Ponémon adventure, I can't sleep!"

The mare sighed exhaustedly, sick of the fumes of excitement emitting from her son.

"Fine," Brass' mother picked up the remote and changed the channel, this time to a more educational program, "Go to bed when this is finished, and change into your pajamas." His mother trotted out of the room. With a smile brighter than the sun, stared intensely at the projected image.

What will become of this young colt? What will his adventure entail, and what friends will he make on the way? Find out in the first installment of

Ponémon: Beginnings!