Kellen woke up, groaning the night before all battered up. He had fled from his bedroom and out into freedom. He was laying on the ground with a single pokeball in his hand. The once empty ball now had contained within it a Duskull. He was attacked by a group of wild bidoof and rattatas, however he was saved by Duskull. Without this pokemon being so strangely helpful... He might not have made it.

"On my own for the very first night, and already I nearly get killed. Great. Well, at least I made a friend." He said as he got up and looked at the pokeball in his hand. "...Maybe this is a sign, I can make it on my own! I don't need some big house to keep me locked up. I'm gonna prove how strong I am. I'm gonna take myself all the way to the elite four and become the next champion! With you, Duskull. We will rise to supremacy..."

He fixed his glasses and brushed off his suit before treading along the path ahead, he needed to get to the next town for supplies, and coming from a wealthy background, it wasn't hard to obtain a little cash in the back of his pocket before stowing off on his journey. 

"This is my life," He said, fists clenched, putting one foot ahead of the other, "My story, and I will own it."