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George’s alarm clock rang out, and the young man sprung out of bed to shut it off. Normally, he would just gone back to sleep at this point, but not today. Today was special. He was finally going to get his first dragon Pokémon. One step closer to his goal of becoming a master Dragon Tamer! Just like his dad and grandpa. He would follow in the Pendragon name. Even better, he would surpass them. He quickly threw on a pair of black jeans, combat boots, and his favorite red t-shirt with a dragon silhouette on it. The final piece of his ensemble, was a long flowing red cape. You just weren’t a Dragon Tamer if you didn’t have the cape. It looked badass, and brought the whole look together. [color=red]“Looking good Georgie!”[/color] He said to himself while flexing and posing in front of his mirror.

After that, George ran to the kitchen, and quickly scarfed down the breakfast his mother had made for him, while his mom was giggling at the sight. Her Swablu was dusting the crumbs he was leaving behind. “The professor isn’t going anywhere son. You don’t have to eat that fast.”

[color=red]“Moooom! If I don’t get there fast, I might not get a first pick. Then I’ll end up with a Pikachu or something…”[/color] He then threw his empty plate in the sink, and proceeded to dash out the door. [color=red]“Bye mom! Tell dad the next time I see him, I’m going to be just like him and grandpa. Love you, Bye!”[/color]

George’s mother sighed, and waved goodbye.

Gorge ran to the professor’s lab, and burst through the doors. [color=red]“George Pendragon III here. Ready to get my first Dragon sir!”[/color] He shouted upon entering.

Waiting for him were three baby dragons. A Gible, a Bagon, and a Dratini. All perfect little dragons in his eyes. He was spoiled for choice. [color=red]“Now, which one of you is going to be my first Dragon? Will it be the Dratini who will become a badass Dragonite. Will it be the Gible who will become a ferocious Garchomp...”[/color]

Before George could finish his thought, the Bagon pushed the other two aside, stepped foward, and pounded his little chest confidently.

[color=red]“I guess you want to go with me, huh little guy? Fine. You’ll be the buggest and baddest Salamence the world has ever seen!”[/color] He threw a fist in the air, and let out a roar, which Bagon mimicked.