Prologue

The sound of wet, rattling coughs filled the area, it's strange and wondrous beauty nullified by the near death situation of the boy laying limp on the ground. Blood, thick, warm, and gooey, made it's way out of his chest, where one of the many wounds on his thin body were.

The boy clutched his chest, in a feeble attempt to stop the blood from gushing out. He knew what he had to do. He couldn't let them win. He could still see the content smile on her face as she struck the finishing blow, knowing that one of her problems, which was her very own son, was solved. It still haunted him. To see all of his siblings there, most of which he didn't even know, trying so hard to kill him, for a reason so fake and full of fear, that it wounded him to his core, a wound so deep that his physical wounds would've paled in comparison if they hadn't been causing him to bleed to death.

He pulled something, what looked to be a large spiky piece of gold, out of one of the pockets on his cloak, and held it shakily in front of his face. Yes, he realized that if he did this, the world would be in danger, but it would be in much more danger of he died. If he did this, all of his power would be cut off from him, and he would be left in a very vulnerable- in comparison- form as both him and his power recovered. But it would also be a race against time. If he didn't get his orb back in a certain amount of time, the entire world would dematerialize. Yes, it was a risky move, but it was better than the terrifying alternative that was him dying, and the world immediately starting to be blown into particles into the dark recesses of space, never to return.

The thought made him shiver. He simply could not allow that to happen.

He held the gleaming piece of gold higher, watching it catch the dim light as he clutched it so tight that it punctured his skin and allowed more sticky, red blood rivulet down his arm. He muttered words under his breath, silently hoping that he would have enough oxygen in his lungs to keep him going for at least a couple more minutes.

"de manu mea factum est, ut de terra: et qui habitant in terra viventium: in medio partium principis , erit ei , vi victa vis repetere licuerit..."

No, he couldn't stop now. He needed to just say one word, the last word, and the world could be saved.

He took in a rattling breath, before shouting:

"PERIERAT!"

The force of the last word was enough to send a shockwave through the air. It sounded like thunder, and it pushed all of his floating surroundings further from him.

The orb in his hand glowed as power flooded from it's owner to it, leaving it pulsing and warm, as if someone had given it a heartbeat, and it was restoring the land of disarray around it.

The boy, on the other hand, went limp, his breathing heavier and more painful than before. The wounds on his body started closing, excruciatingly slowly and painfully, but returning him to a stable state. He could feel it, all of the features that made him him, receding into his body, slowly turning him human. A feeling of incredible weakness, stemming from the fact that he could no longer protect himself, left him winded on the floor, eyelids tightly shut against the now spinning world.

The orb that was still clutched in his hand started to heat up, sending a searing sensation into his now sensitive hand, and wind started to pick up around him. Spinning faster and faster and faster, the boy allowed a comforting blanket of darkness envelop him as the winds tore the orb from his hand, and as he was sent to a place completely foreign to him.

And so started a journey that would change many, forever.

Hey hey hey! It's ChrystalDragoness here, with my first story ever! Yay! So, anyways, this story is going to be heavily based around OCs, so I will need some help creating characters. So, I have opted to ask the wonderful readers for help! I have an OC sheet to fill for you guys, but I have a few conditions.

I do not accept overpowered characters! Please, I beg of you, no Mary Sues or Gary Stus. If I recieve one of these characters, I don't think I will use them, until very, very late into the story. If you want your character to come in near the start of the story, make them have less pokemon and lower levels. I will add pokemon and level them up as the story progresses, so there is no need to worry!

Anyways, this is the OC sheet!

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Hometown:

Appearance:

Personality:

Occupation:

Pokemon (plus their nickname, if they have one, and their level):

Backstory: