Damon eagerly ran to the Cinnabar Island lab. Today he would finally be allowed to start his journey as a Pokemon trainer. Unlike most kids his age, however, he wouldn't be receiving it from a parent or professor.
No, he had found a fossil while on a camping trip with his dad, and he fully intended to get it revived here to be his first Pokemon. He didn't know what it was, but most fossil Pokemon grew to be very strong, so he figured he couldn't go wrong with one.
He reached the front desk, and asked where the fossil revival machine was.
"Fossil revival machine is mine." The man behind the desk said with a strange accent. "Works goodly, it does. I help you with revival. You want come back and watch? Or stay here wait?" Damon looked around. Other than one fairly familiar face, Damon really couldn't see anything of interest in the lobby.
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