Trey's family was not very good. His father was killed long ago. Trey could still hear the window smashing, the glass lying on the floor, his mother
screams, and his sister's tears. They had fled Johto, yet it still followed them everywhere. All the way to lonely Anchore Town. The sleepy village was
probably the best spot for them. The Rockets couldn't find them here. His father, and most of the sages of Sprout Tower, and countless other people in
Violet City were massacred by the Rockets in their Johto takeover. He and his mother barely survived; his sister had fallen prey to the cruel heartlessness of
the 'recruiters,' taking a five year old and taking her. The memory of that night haunted Trey forever, yet he knew little of what his destiny held.
Trey opened his deep, green eyes. His eyes were from his mother, but his long, black hair was his father's. "Mom!" he called. "I'm up!" He groggily rolled out of bed and walked to his door. His mother, blonde hair shimmering in the early light, greeted him happily.
"Today's the big day! You get to be a trainer!" she laughed and russled his hair. Trey sighed, and ate his cereal in silence. After finishing breakfast, he got dressed, then left to the Anchore Lab. The Lab not only functioned as Bombur's premiere research facility, but also doubled as a trainers' school. Trey strolled down the lane, enjoying the brisk, morning air. Casually, he opened the door and entered the lab.
"Hello?" he called out. "Professor?" Figures no one's here, he thought. He sat down in a chair, bored to tears.
Trey opened his deep, green eyes. His eyes were from his mother, but his long, black hair was his father's. "Mom!" he called. "I'm up!" He groggily rolled out of bed and walked to his door. His mother, blonde hair shimmering in the early light, greeted him happily.
"Today's the big day! You get to be a trainer!" she laughed and russled his hair. Trey sighed, and ate his cereal in silence. After finishing breakfast, he got dressed, then left to the Anchore Lab. The Lab not only functioned as Bombur's premiere research facility, but also doubled as a trainers' school. Trey strolled down the lane, enjoying the brisk, morning air. Casually, he opened the door and entered the lab.
"Hello?" he called out. "Professor?" Figures no one's here, he thought. He sat down in a chair, bored to tears.
