Just a note, as obvious as it is. I don't own Pokemon. I own Ryan Lachlan,
Tsuki Tenshi owns Samantha, Umi Tenshi owns Kit, and other random new characters just don't
really matter. The mood changes constantly, like the authors of this fic, so I'm sure it will cater to
most tastes. Enjoy.
Due to unfortunate occurances, there are now only two writers working on this fic. But, Tsuki Tenshi and I, along with Umi Tenshi, will continue to bring you chapters and interludes about the lives of our characters. Once again, enjoy.
Pokemon Legend
Prologue
Dark Soul
In a dark room, the only illumination coming from a dim lamp in the corner, two
figures sat; one in a chair, and one on the carpeted floor. The first was a young man with
dark brown hair, cold ice blue eyes, and a face that hardly ever showed any emotion. The
latter was a pokemon, a houndoom. He had fur darker than the blackest pitch and the
bones adorning his body were an ash grey. The young man was called Ryan Lachlan. He
was the Pokemon League Master and had authority even over Lance the Dragon Master.
Now, only the bravest trainers dared enter the Pokemon League Competition. Last year,
one boy had come close to facing him. Ash Ketchum was his name. He remembered
befriending this boy and his friends a long time ago, as well as a few other trainers, but
their names escaped him now. There was talk throughout the League that he had beaten
Drake in the Orange League and was the bane of Team Rocket. There were even rumours
that he had saved the world from the wrath of the three legendary birds, Articuno, Zapdos,
and Moltres, and had even saved the town of Greenfield from some pokemon called
unown.
His mind wandered back to thoughts of Team Rocket. He had been a part of them
once. After his parents were killed in a fire, he did what he had to do to survive, even if it
meant turning to a life of crime. Giovanni, the leader of the Viridian City Gym and secret
leader of Team Rocket took him in and trained him to become a member of the criminal
organization. He was given everything he needed or wanted in exchange for his services.
At the age of thirteen he was one of the most successful members. But, when Team
Rocket began to get weak, and he realized what he and his pokemon were capable of, he
turned and walked away. He didn't know where he was going, only that he would get
there only by trusting in his pokemon and they in him. Years passed, gym leaders
surrendered their badges, and he and his pokemon began to lose all emotion. Soon, the
only thing that could bring a smile to his face would be his wooper, it's adorable face
even now running through his head. The only other thing that would make him smile
would be the occasional joke from one of his friends.
Two years ago, just after he turned eighteen, he beat Lance and became the Pokemon
League Master. By then, his pokemon had become just as unemotional as him. They had
even changed into a darker shade of their natural colours. They had become just as
uncaring as him, not even caring if another pokemon got hurt. All they truly cared about
were each other and themselves. The family of eleven cared for and took care of each
other and nobody else. Ryan, Houndoom, Skarmory, Tyranitar, Feraligatr, Girafarig,
Jolteon, Umbreon, Misdreavus, Murkrow, and Wooper were a family, now and
forever.
He looked out the window at the Moon, which was only now making its presence
from behind the clouds. He had slept with Houndoom and sometimes his other pokemon
many nights under that moon, sometimes even training under it. That training brought his
pokemon to victory.
He thought about that promising young trainer; how different the two were at the
same age. He hadn't been that happy with his life since he got his houndour when he was
ten, but this boy Ash seemed happy with his life all of the time. He had lost his friends
when he joined Team Rocket, and only bothered to make friends with Xander and Camry when he realized he couldn't get rid of them.
Now, the Elite Four were the closest he had to friends, next to his pokemon, his family.
Friends, that was what he had left behind. The memory of a friend drifted from
the back of his mind. Samantha was her name. And he would always remember his first true friend, Nurse Joy of the Viridian City pokemon center. There were two others, Xander and Camry, but they left the group to be alone together. He had traveled with
Xander, Camry, and their pokemon for most of his journey. After he had nearly beaten Lance
when he was seventeen, he decided to stay at Indigo Plateau to train. His friend left with three other trainers. She left him there to train his pokemon and himself. He never heard from any of them again.
Because his dark heart usually shunned friendship, he was lucky to have friends as great
as those. Why didn't he stay with them? He lost all but his pokemon, fame, and power by
staying at the Plateau. Now he was even growing farther and farther apart from the Elite
Four.
When his pokemon lost all emotion, they completely lost all care for others not of
that dark family. In doing so, they often went too far in battle, not showing any mercy at
all. Even Lance was disturbed by his pokemon's fighting, saying it was cruel and
inhuman.. During one tournament, a machamp was almost killed because Houndoom's
horns had impaled it. Neither he nor Houndoom cared; after all, it was victory. Everyone
who knew about pokemon knew about him. Some feared him, some despised him, some
admired him, and Team Rocket began to base their fighting skills on his.
Why didn't he have better control over his life? How could he let himself and his
pokemon twist and tumble down the endless spiral of darkness and chaos that he so
eagerly dove into. Why couldn't he have been more like Ash? So much caring for his
family, his friends, his pokemon, his life.
His journey through his mind was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.
Expecting the visitor to be one of the Elite Four, he said, "Come in." he twisted a knob
on the lamp and the room grew brighter. The door opened quietly, revealing a young
woman with shoulder length blond hair. Her beautiful face was eerily familiar to him, but
where and when had he last seen it? Who was this woman who would even bother to visit
him?
"Hello, Rai-kun." she said in her soft voice. "Long time no see." Only one person had
ever called him that.
"Sam?" He stared in disbelieving shock at his friend who had suddenly decided to
pay him a visit. After three years, he thought none of his old friends cared anymore. But
here she was, standing in his doorway.
"It's been three years since we parted ways. Did you think we had forgotten about
you? Tell me the truth." she asked, coming into the dimly lit room.
"Yes." he replied. "After a year though, I stopped caring. But for that year, I blamed
myself for our separation."
"I'm sorry. I should have stayed with you, like a true friend."
"No, it's my fault. I should have gone with you, instead of being selfish."
"It's okay now. Why don't you leave the League and join us again?"
"It's too late. I don't deserve to be called your friend anymore. Besides, people are
afraid of me. The only place I belong anymore is in the League."
"But if you come with us you can go back to the way you were before; maybe even be
happy with your life. Here you're just wasting your life and your pokemon's lives. Think
back and remember how happy you were with your pokemon. Remember how happy
they were. Now, think about how depressed and uncaring you all are now. Even
Houndoom is miserable."
He looked over at his long time companion and looked into those familiar purple eyes.
They seemed sad and deprived of all joy. Houndoom didn't even enjoy combat anymore.
He always made his pokemon use their most powerful attacks at the beginning of the
match. Samantha was right. Why couldn't he be the way he was when he younger? What
had gone so horribly wrong to make him and his pokemon change so drastically? He
thought back to earlier times, when things were different; when he cared.
Tsuki Tenshi owns Samantha, Umi Tenshi owns Kit, and other random new characters just don't
really matter. The mood changes constantly, like the authors of this fic, so I'm sure it will cater to
most tastes. Enjoy.
Due to unfortunate occurances, there are now only two writers working on this fic. But, Tsuki Tenshi and I, along with Umi Tenshi, will continue to bring you chapters and interludes about the lives of our characters. Once again, enjoy.
Pokemon Legend
Prologue
Dark Soul
In a dark room, the only illumination coming from a dim lamp in the corner, two
figures sat; one in a chair, and one on the carpeted floor. The first was a young man with
dark brown hair, cold ice blue eyes, and a face that hardly ever showed any emotion. The
latter was a pokemon, a houndoom. He had fur darker than the blackest pitch and the
bones adorning his body were an ash grey. The young man was called Ryan Lachlan. He
was the Pokemon League Master and had authority even over Lance the Dragon Master.
Now, only the bravest trainers dared enter the Pokemon League Competition. Last year,
one boy had come close to facing him. Ash Ketchum was his name. He remembered
befriending this boy and his friends a long time ago, as well as a few other trainers, but
their names escaped him now. There was talk throughout the League that he had beaten
Drake in the Orange League and was the bane of Team Rocket. There were even rumours
that he had saved the world from the wrath of the three legendary birds, Articuno, Zapdos,
and Moltres, and had even saved the town of Greenfield from some pokemon called
unown.
His mind wandered back to thoughts of Team Rocket. He had been a part of them
once. After his parents were killed in a fire, he did what he had to do to survive, even if it
meant turning to a life of crime. Giovanni, the leader of the Viridian City Gym and secret
leader of Team Rocket took him in and trained him to become a member of the criminal
organization. He was given everything he needed or wanted in exchange for his services.
At the age of thirteen he was one of the most successful members. But, when Team
Rocket began to get weak, and he realized what he and his pokemon were capable of, he
turned and walked away. He didn't know where he was going, only that he would get
there only by trusting in his pokemon and they in him. Years passed, gym leaders
surrendered their badges, and he and his pokemon began to lose all emotion. Soon, the
only thing that could bring a smile to his face would be his wooper, it's adorable face
even now running through his head. The only other thing that would make him smile
would be the occasional joke from one of his friends.
Two years ago, just after he turned eighteen, he beat Lance and became the Pokemon
League Master. By then, his pokemon had become just as unemotional as him. They had
even changed into a darker shade of their natural colours. They had become just as
uncaring as him, not even caring if another pokemon got hurt. All they truly cared about
were each other and themselves. The family of eleven cared for and took care of each
other and nobody else. Ryan, Houndoom, Skarmory, Tyranitar, Feraligatr, Girafarig,
Jolteon, Umbreon, Misdreavus, Murkrow, and Wooper were a family, now and
forever.
He looked out the window at the Moon, which was only now making its presence
from behind the clouds. He had slept with Houndoom and sometimes his other pokemon
many nights under that moon, sometimes even training under it. That training brought his
pokemon to victory.
He thought about that promising young trainer; how different the two were at the
same age. He hadn't been that happy with his life since he got his houndour when he was
ten, but this boy Ash seemed happy with his life all of the time. He had lost his friends
when he joined Team Rocket, and only bothered to make friends with Xander and Camry when he realized he couldn't get rid of them.
Now, the Elite Four were the closest he had to friends, next to his pokemon, his family.
Friends, that was what he had left behind. The memory of a friend drifted from
the back of his mind. Samantha was her name. And he would always remember his first true friend, Nurse Joy of the Viridian City pokemon center. There were two others, Xander and Camry, but they left the group to be alone together. He had traveled with
Xander, Camry, and their pokemon for most of his journey. After he had nearly beaten Lance
when he was seventeen, he decided to stay at Indigo Plateau to train. His friend left with three other trainers. She left him there to train his pokemon and himself. He never heard from any of them again.
Because his dark heart usually shunned friendship, he was lucky to have friends as great
as those. Why didn't he stay with them? He lost all but his pokemon, fame, and power by
staying at the Plateau. Now he was even growing farther and farther apart from the Elite
Four.
When his pokemon lost all emotion, they completely lost all care for others not of
that dark family. In doing so, they often went too far in battle, not showing any mercy at
all. Even Lance was disturbed by his pokemon's fighting, saying it was cruel and
inhuman.. During one tournament, a machamp was almost killed because Houndoom's
horns had impaled it. Neither he nor Houndoom cared; after all, it was victory. Everyone
who knew about pokemon knew about him. Some feared him, some despised him, some
admired him, and Team Rocket began to base their fighting skills on his.
Why didn't he have better control over his life? How could he let himself and his
pokemon twist and tumble down the endless spiral of darkness and chaos that he so
eagerly dove into. Why couldn't he have been more like Ash? So much caring for his
family, his friends, his pokemon, his life.
His journey through his mind was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.
Expecting the visitor to be one of the Elite Four, he said, "Come in." he twisted a knob
on the lamp and the room grew brighter. The door opened quietly, revealing a young
woman with shoulder length blond hair. Her beautiful face was eerily familiar to him, but
where and when had he last seen it? Who was this woman who would even bother to visit
him?
"Hello, Rai-kun." she said in her soft voice. "Long time no see." Only one person had
ever called him that.
"Sam?" He stared in disbelieving shock at his friend who had suddenly decided to
pay him a visit. After three years, he thought none of his old friends cared anymore. But
here she was, standing in his doorway.
"It's been three years since we parted ways. Did you think we had forgotten about
you? Tell me the truth." she asked, coming into the dimly lit room.
"Yes." he replied. "After a year though, I stopped caring. But for that year, I blamed
myself for our separation."
"I'm sorry. I should have stayed with you, like a true friend."
"No, it's my fault. I should have gone with you, instead of being selfish."
"It's okay now. Why don't you leave the League and join us again?"
"It's too late. I don't deserve to be called your friend anymore. Besides, people are
afraid of me. The only place I belong anymore is in the League."
"But if you come with us you can go back to the way you were before; maybe even be
happy with your life. Here you're just wasting your life and your pokemon's lives. Think
back and remember how happy you were with your pokemon. Remember how happy
they were. Now, think about how depressed and uncaring you all are now. Even
Houndoom is miserable."
He looked over at his long time companion and looked into those familiar purple eyes.
They seemed sad and deprived of all joy. Houndoom didn't even enjoy combat anymore.
He always made his pokemon use their most powerful attacks at the beginning of the
match. Samantha was right. Why couldn't he be the way he was when he younger? What
had gone so horribly wrong to make him and his pokemon change so drastically? He
thought back to earlier times, when things were different; when he cared.