Trystan had gone to bed early the night previous and had woke up just as early. Around 5'o'clock Trystan rose from his bed and dressed in a heavy sweat suit. He was going for a morning jog and he wanted a good workout before leaving. Exiting his apartment he jogged around the block a few time before jogging to the town park. As he ran in the empty park as the sounds of the waking wildlife greeted him he thought of his parents. He thought of his brother and sister. He even thought about his newly accuired pokemon. 

This damned war had killed his folks and took his siblings away from him, but he understood it. He understood it as soon as he introduced himself to his pokemon. Something about having your own changes your whole outlook on them. The north was known for using them as simple means to an end, but they are more than that. He knew it just from knowing his own for this short time. That is why he vowed to end this war by any means nessisary.

As the morning sun rose Trystan continued his workout. Using the playground equipment to his advantage he did pull ups and other manuevers. An alarm on his watch sounded alerting him it was half past 6 and time to go home and get ready to go. When he returned home he released his pokemon from their pokeballs. "Rise and shine you two. Got a long and exciting day ahead of us. Who wants breakfast?" He asked with a smile. His Zubat and Sandile cried out excitedly. They were young and hopeful, but Trystan knew they were strong and eagar to please. Good traits in pokemon ment for war.

Trystan made a big breakfast for the three of them. Eggs, sausage, Blukberry pancakes, and potato and mushroom hash. It was probably going to be their last true meal in a very long time so he wanted it to be memorable. After breakfast Trystan took a long hot shower. Another luxory he wanted to remember while on the road. When he finished he dressed in his father's old military fatigues and packed a spare set in his pack. Strapping his belt on he returned his pokemon to their balls and secured them to it. Finally he gave his rifle a once over and stepped out the door.

Oddly enough he sort of blened into the crowd as no one recognied him in the uniform he was wearing. He just looked like another soldier walking among them. It sort of made it easy on Trystan. Not really wanting to go through goodbyes with people he knew he walked on to the fountain square they were ordered to meet at. Already a few trainers had arrived. Some he knew more than others, but one stood out with her long red hair. Serenity was an old friend. They met on the primary school playground years ago. He walked up behind her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Hey Serenity. You look like we ain't coming back. Don't be so pessimistic. You got nothing to worry about. I got your back." He said with a smile. Sure they could never come back, but Trystan wasn't much of a negative thinker. To him you think about the negativity you get the negativity.