Since day one, the morning had always been Jericho’s favorite time of day. No alarm was needed to pull him out of his bed, no coffee needed to rouse him from the remnants of sleep. Today was the day, and he would have been lying if he said he wasn’t excited for it. He was [i]ready[/i] for it; that what it was. The young man was [i]ready[/i] to begin his ascension to glory. There was a quick breakfast with his parents, no tearful goodbyes, no worry from either his mother or his father. He had promised them that he would bring nothing but glory back; and they had believed him. Why wouldn’t they? He hadn’t failed them before, and this wouldn’t be the beginning of that.

Carrying his backpack filled with the essential supplies he felt he’d needed, Jericho tapped the Pokéballs hanging off of his belt and smiled to himself. This was it, his chance for greatness. And he would grab the brass ring that had been presented before him and he would never [i]ever[/i] let it go. Looking up, he could see the fountain he was meant to meet his ‘group;’ only one of which he really [i]knew[/i], despite all of them living in the same town.

The one that he knew, he knew very well. He’d known her since she’d moved here over a decade ago, and briefly they’d had a ‘thing,’ but it hadn’t lasted and had been mostly sexually charged in nature. Smiling as he drew closer to the group, Jericho nodded to them, giving Apalacia herself a wave. “I’m here, the party can start,” he said, a sarcastic tone in his voice. Looking at the ones he didn’t know, Jericho decided it would be a good idea to introduce himself. “Hey. I’m Jericho.”