Hello Everyone, I am IcarusOfFlame and this is my first ever FanFiction. I've never tried anything like this before, but I'm really happy to be trying it now. I don't consider myself a great writer, but I don't feel that I'm a bad one either. I'm never going to get better if I don't get my work out into the world, and let other people comment on it, and tell me what I need to work on, so here I am. Please review, feel free to be harsh and let me know what I need to work on. Hopefully, in time, I can become the kind of writer I want to be, and also the kind of writer who's work you guys enjoy reading.

I do not own pokémon, or any of the pokémon franchise, all I own are my OC's and the plot of the story...and any mistakes, I guess I should own (up to) those too...see what I did there?...No?...Never mind.


Prologue

11 years ago.

It was on June 6th, 2006 everything changed in the pokémon world. No one could have possibly expected the events that lead up to an entire pokémon type disappearing. The day started off just like any other, people woke up in the morning, ate breakfast and they started to go about their daily activities. pokémon trainers around the world were working hard with their pokémon to get stronger and battle their friends, or challenge gym leaders to earn badges that would earn them the right to compete in one of the leagues that were located in each region. Just a normal day, that is until the incident that would forever be known as the Draconic Surge. Is was around noon when the large dark disk appeared in the sky. The disk was black in the center, while the outside of the disk was tinged in a crimson red flame. The general appearance of the disk could only be described as evil, and what it did once it was there was unthinkable. Everyone around the world, people and pokémon alike, stopped what they were doing to look at the strange disk in the sky. The disk then began to spin, slowly at first, but picking up speed as it went, the dark crimson flames and black center of the disk soon became indistinguishable from each other as they whirled into a chaotic vortex of darkness and fire. From the center of that vortex came a bright, blinding white light, that reached over the land illuminating everything in it's path.

The light appeared as if searching for something and once the light had completely encircled the planet, it changed from the bright and blinding white to an evil and menacing red. The red shell that now encased the planet then sent out thousands upon thousands to tendrils that reached their way down to the surface, and slowly but surely the tendrils began to seek out every dragon type pokémon on the planet and carry them off into the sky. It seemed the that no dragon type pokémon was spared, the tendrils were unbiased in their search, the took wild dragon types as well as those belonging to trainers, not even those dragon type pokémon inside pokéballs were safe, as the tendrils simply took the entire pokéball off of it's trainer's belt, it also took pokémon that were not dragon types but would later evolve into a dragon type. After less than 10 minutes, all the tendrils were retracted back into the the glowing red shell, which then started recede back into the still spinning vortex. Once the light was pulled completely back into the vortex, it stopped spinning and the disk slowly faded from the sky, leaving the sky a bright blue and vibrant as it had been before the disk appeared. Anyone would have thought that is was just a strange daydream, that nothing had really happened and the normal day was just as normal as it had always been, except for one simple fact. Every single dragon type pokémon in the world was gone, carried away by the tendrils and taken into the vortex as it disappeared. The day of the Draconic Surge would also become known as the day that all dragon type pokémon became extinct, at least that what everyone thought.

Deep in a cave near Blackthorn City in the Johto Region, in a room at the temple of the Dragon Monks, a young, five year old boy slept, and sleeping around him, protecting him, were three pokémon. A small blue pokémon with a red stomach and a fin on his back was sleeping at the child's back, Gible the Land Shark pokémon, was snoring softly with a large snot bubble coming out of his nose. Being held in the child's arms was a small green pokémon with a single horn on his head and two small tusks coming out of his mouth, the Tusk pokémon, Axew, let out a small yawn and moved around a bit to get comfortable. Finally, curled around the head, and letting the boy use her body as a pillow, was a small, light blue, snake-like pokémon, the Dragon pokémon, Dratini, was breathing softly as she opened her small eyes to stare at the boy, her oldest friend, the small serpentine pokémon then closed her eyes again and hummed quietly, determined to protect her friend, no matter what.

Outside that small room there was a commotion as the Dragon Monks and Masters of the Dragon Tamer Clan battled fiercely against the tendrils of the Draconic Surge, at first it seemed they were able to drive them back, but alas even the mighty dragons that the Clan cherished so fondly were taken by the evil things.

After the battle, and after all the Dragon Tamer Clan's pokémon were taken, to the surprise of the Monks, three more of the tendrils appeared at the temple, looking for something. The residents of the temple were confused at first about why they were still coming, surely there were no dragon pokémon left to be taken.

"The boy!" exclaimed the old man, The Master of the Dragon Tamer Clan, the old man had on a purple samurai looking outfit, and atop his head was a purple helmet, protruding from the front of the helm was a golden likeness of Rayquaza, the usually green, serpentine dragon was carved mid roar, with fierce eyes that could make even the toughest pokémon shudder in fright.

The Master ran from the main hall of the temple, running down hallways and corridors, surprisingly quick for a man his age, looking for his destination. Once he saw it he burst through the door to see the still sleeping child, and the three pokémon still surrounding him. At the sound of the Master coming through the door the boy woke up and stared at him. "Master?" the boy asked, while wiping the sleep from his eyes. The three dragon type pokémon around him woke up as well, and all four pairs of eyes focused on the Master. The boy could that there was a look of worry on the Masters face, "What wrong Master?" the boy asked innocently.

The Masters eyes began to tear up as he looked at the boy and the three pokémon huddled around him. He remembered when the boy had first come to them, he was only 2 years old then, and his parents had passed away in a house fire. The boy was lucky that he had not been in the house at the time of the fire, he should have been, but he wasn't.

Flashback.

Earlier that day the boy had snuck out of the house to the small pond in the backyard. The house was a small two-story building that had once stood near the outskirts of Blackthorn City. The reason the boy had snuck out to the pond that day was to play with his new friend, a baby Dratini that had made her home in the pond. While the boy was out near the pond playing with the Dratini, an explosion erupted from somewhere in the house, the flames that ensued had engulfed the house completely within seconds, by the time the local firefighting team had arrived, there was nothing that could be done.

When the explosion hit it let out a shockwave that knocked the boy off of his feet and he hit his head hard on the ground and slipped into unconsciousness. Debris from the house was thrown all over the place in the explosion but the Dratini that the boy had played with had made sure that none landed on or near the boy. When the firefighting team had finally arrived on the scene they found the unconscious boy in the back yard, with the Dratini curled around him. The boy was then brought to the local pokémon Center to recover and the Dratini had insisted on going with him. It was at the pokémon Center that the Master had first met the boy. The Master had know the boys parents, Ben and Julia were both well known and respected members of the Dragon Tamer Clan.

The Master had gone to the pokémon Center that day to keep the promise he had once made to Ben and Julia, that if anything should ever happen to them, then he would take care of their son, that he would teach Michael the way of the Dragon Tamer Clan, and so that's what he did.

Flashback End.

He still remembered that day so vividly, the local authorities had been unable to turn up any leads as to the cause of the explosion, but they assumed it was just the gas tank in the basement accidentally catching a stray spark from some malfunctioning piece of machinery, such a the washing machine, or a blown out light bulb. The Master still had his doubts about the cause of the explosion, but there was nothing he could do about that now, however, what he could do, was exactly as he promised and protect the boy with his parents gone.

"Michael, there's a problem," the Master said to the boy. The boy looked confused and the Master decided he had to keep explaining, "Something's happening, I don't know what it is but, it's taking all the dragon type pokémon."

"Taking them where?" Michael asked, still looking very confused.

"Taking them away," the old man replied, "Forever."

The three dragon types sitting around Michael all stood up with looks of shock on their faces. "But…" said Michael, lost for words, "They're my friends…I don't want them to leave forever...I'll miss them too much"

"I know Michael, but there's nothing we can…" the Master started by was interrupted by Michael.

"No!" Michael said and he wrapped his arms around the three pokémon, "Please don't go," Michael was starting to cry, tears welling up in his eyes as he hugged his friends, "Please…Don't leave me alone." The three pokémon started to tear up as well, they didn't want to leave their friend either, they wanted to stay, they wanted to be together forever, to play, to have just like they'd been doing since they met.

A small tear ran down the Masters cheek as well, "It's not fair." said the Master to himself, "Oh Arceus, why would you make such a young child go through the pain of losing the ones he cares about, not once, but twice? What did this child do to deserve this.?" This child, who made friends with dragon pokémon the fastest that the Master had ever seen, this child who was born to be a great Dragon Master.

While Michael was still embracing the three pokémon, the door behind the Master burst open and the 3 evil, red tendrils snaked their way into the room. Michael looked up and saw that the tendrils were slowly moving closer to him and his pokémon.

The Master looked at the crying child and pokémon and then back at the tendrils, "No," said the Master, "You will not take these pokémon." The Master then stepped in front of the tendril and spread his arms wide, "LEAVE THIS PLACE!" the Master said in a commanding voice that and other living thing would have listened to, human or pokémon. The tendrils just recoiled a bit, but then shot forward and sent the Master flying into a wall.

"MASTER!" Michael called as he watched the Master fall to the ground.

"I'm okay Michael," the Master replied as he struggled to get back on his feet, "I'm just not as young as I once was." Michael sighed with relief that his Master wasn't greatly injured. As Michael turned his attention back to the tendrils, his eyes opened wide.

They were getting closer, that were going to take his friends from him, but he didn't want his friend to be taken. "No!" Michael shouted at the approaching red forms, but the tendrils only ignored him and continued their advance. "Don't…" Michael whispered, "Go away…" Michael closed his eyes and opened them again, hoping this was all some bad dream. When he saw that the tendrils hadn't vanished his eyes started to tear up even more, "Why is this happening?"

"Michael," the Master said through clenched teeth, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry I couldn't protect them for you, I'm sorry I couldn't protect any of the dragon types…" the Master looked down at his hand, "Some Dragon Master I am."

"Don't say that Master." said Michael, "It's not your fault, it's not anyone's fault."

"You're right Michael," the Master replied, "If it's anyone's fault it's whatever this...is." The master gestured towards the tendrils that were still approaching Michael, Gible, Axew, and Dratini.

"I won't let it…" Michael said, his voice dropping to a barely audible whisper, "I won't let it have my friends."

"Michael…" the Master felt bad for the boy trying so hard to protect those dear to him, "I think it's too…"

"No!" Michael interrupted, and directed his gaze at the tendrils, "You…" Michael stopped and looked down the pokémon he still held close to him, "YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM!"

As Michael shouted the last part his eyes began to grow a bright blue, his eyes became completely enveloped in the light as he held on to the pokémon tightly. Out from Michael's body a dim blue sphere started to grow, and it grew until it was completely covering Michael and the three dragon types.

The tendrils didn't seem to notice the sphere was there as it continued its advance towards the pokemon, but just as the tendrils were about to reach the pokémon, they came in contact with the sphere. The blue light of the sphere became much brighter as it it traveled up the red tendrils, turning them the same shade of light blue as the sphere and Michael's eyes. As the light continued to travel along the tendrils they began to recede, once they got far enough away from Michael and the pokémon, the tendrils let out a bright flash of white light and when the light subsided, the tendrils were gone.

Michael's eyes returned to normal and he looked down at his friends. "Don't worry," he said to the dragon types, "I'll always protect you guys."

The Master just watched the scene before him with pure awe, he'd never seen anything like it, and with a long as he'd been around, he'd seen a lot. "Michael?" the Master asked, and the boy turned to look at him, "What was that?"

"I don't…" the boy began to answer, but then started to look sick, "Know…" the boy managed to finish as he fell back on his bed. The three pokémon all gathered around the sleeping boy and embraced him, watching over him as he slept.

The Master thought to himself for a minute and then smiled, "Yes." the Master said to himself, "Born to be a great Dragon Master, indeed."


Hey guys, thanks for reading, I really hope you enjoyed this. This is just a prologue, and I intend to continue this, that is if you guys enjoyed reading it. Please review and let me know what you think. Like I mentioned earlier, this is my first time ever posting something on FanFiction, and I feel that it's pretty good for my first time, but I want you guys to be the judge of that.