Pokemon: The Lord of the Elements

Hi, everyone! I had already posted this story before, but I had suffered the loss of my old computer and lost all of my documents, including drafts for this story. Needless to say, I was angry about that. Anyway, when I got a new computer, I read over this story and felt that it needed a bit of rewriting. Not only for grammatical and spelling errors, but I also felt like there certain items that needed to changed/added to help the flow of the story. Frankly, I think this story could have a huge plot, and reading over what I had so far just got my mind reeling all over again. That being said, changes had to be made to the story so it would make better sense. And, to be completely honest with you, I don't think I was being the best to this story that I could I have been. That is unfair to myself as the writer, and unfair to you as the readers. For that, I apologize. Anyway, without further interruption, here are the reworked chapters of "Pokemon: The Lord of the Elements."

Disclaimer: Seriously, if I owned ANY part of Pokémon, why would I be wasting financial aid on college and putting myself in unnecessary debt? Moreover, why would I be writing fanfiction?! (Well… actually, considering how bad B&W was, the fact Ash lost the Kalos League, and how bad S&M might be, I can see a couple reasons why the owner might want a fanfiction story…. Oh, never mind. My point is: I CLAIM NOTHING!)

Prologue

The Gathering Storm

Storm clouds raged over a small island in the middle of the sea. The island itself could only be described as lonely, being far away any civilization. Yet it had the appearance of being a once great citadel, a fortress without equal. Indeed, the entire island was its own fortress. Its walls were tall, its battlements were well placed to protect every side save for the port, and there were levels to the ancient city that assumed the form of a great and tall tower. In fact, the levels of the citadel climbed the inactive island volcano and the top was crowned by a fortress keep that held was built by a strange rock that dazzled in brilliant gold under sunlight and silver in the moonlight.

Yet, being ancient as the city was, it had no people who lived there. In truth, the city should not have been, for it came from under the sea. How long it was drowned, who could say? But, strangely enough, there it was. How the waters of the sea did not destroy the city when it drowned was even stranger, but the walls stood. Whether it came to be protected by a pokémon or some other power could not be known, but what was known was that the citadel that sparkled and glowed like the stars was wrapped in the darkness of the raging storm. The only light that reflected off of it was the lighting, making it seem as if a monster was rising from the waters. And the lightning flashed consistently, causing the rapid and torrential rainfall to be seen as well the crashing and thrashing waves.

It would have been a fool's errand to venture out onto such waters, and even more foolish to try to brave an adventure to island citadel that was the center of this storm. Yet, it was that exact reason that one boat had found its way to the citadel port, for the storm came from the citadel.

"This seems oddly familiar, doesn't it?" a young man asked a large gray cat that was a little shorter than he was with a long purple tail. The cat stood on its hind legs and its eyes were piercing. The young man, on the other hand, wore mostly blue colors: jeans and a blue jacket. However, his shoes were black and his hat was red with a white top half of a pokéball and a small green "L" shape in the middle of ball half.

"All too familiar," the cat answered. "We should proceed with caution. We don't know what could be here."

"You can't sense anything?" the young man asked in surprise.

"No," the cat answered, "and that is what worries me. It is possible we are being lead into a trap."

"Villains are fond of traps," the young man chuckled, thinking about a certain trio that specialized in traps. "Are you sure you cannot stop this storm? You created one like it once."

"This is one is different," the cat said. "Or at least the power that drives it is different. It is stronger than I am. Far stronger. It may be the same power that is preventing my ability to sense anything."

"Is it preventing you from doing anything?" the young man asked with concern.

"No," the cat shook its head. "It's strong, but not that strong. But it may also be medallion around your neck that protects us against the creature that rules here. The closer we get to it, the weaker your medallion may become."

The medallion the cat spoke of hung around the young man's neck. The plate of the medallion was golden, and a star of many points was etched into the plate. There were eighteen points, and at the end of each point was a groove that held a gem in it. The gems were all of different color and had a faint glow to them, though it had gone unnoticed by the young man until now. There was also another groove that held a stone that was grayish-black. It did not glow, but rather sat in a cold state.

"Then we will need to keep our guard up," the young man nodded.

"Indeed," the cat answered. "But, even if no one else is here, the creature, Shin'en, is."

"Why would it be alone?" the young man asked.

"I do not know," the cat answered. "Perhaps it is toying with us. If it is as powerful as they say, guards would seem rather unnecessary. Still… it all seems too easy. But we cannot stay here. The longer we tarry, the more likely we will be noticed."

The young man simply nodded, taking the lead up the winding road. The skies flashed and cracked, as if a window were being shattered next to them, and the intensity of the sounds made the ground vibrate under them. The wind kicked and howled miserably, as if urging the duo to turn back and forego the doom that was surely about to befall them. Yet, they carried on through the howling winds, the freezing and pelting rains, and terrible lightning. Ever upward they climbed, but no other souls did they encounter. No other sounds were there other than the wailing storm. Even as they approached their destination, the young man thought of happier times. He thought of the friends that were so dear to his heart. He thought of home, of Pallet Town, how the music of the voices of different pokémon played in the morning to signal the swift sunrise. He thought of his partner, Pikachu, and the pain of their parting.

"It was for the best," he thought sadly. "I couldn't bring Pikachu here. He had to protect them. But I promised them all that I would return. If I were to break that promise… Pikachu would care for them."

He left all of his pokémon and his friends. He couldn't put their lives in danger. And if he fell, his friends would take care of his pokémon. But Pikachu would be the one to protect his friends. Like him, Pikachu would rush first into the conflict and ask questions later. They both put their lives at great risk in order to protect those they cared for.

"I'm so sorry," he thought sadly when flashes of his dearest friends came to his mind. "I left to save you. Don't give up. Never give up until the end."

"We're here," the cat said grimly, staring at the shining fortress keep that overlooked the island and ocean surrounding it.

The young man simply nodded as he felt his blood turn icy cold. What evil was behind those doors, he did not know, but he did know that he had to stop it. When they entered the room, the rush of the battle came quickly. He knew not how long it lasted, but the next thing he vividly remembered was being on the floor as dark laughter filled the room. Across from the young man was the cat, his friend, who lay there unconscious and with blood pouring from this mouth.

"Mewtwo…," he said weakly, "Mewtwo, wake up! Please…. I… I need your help. We can't give up. Not now!"

"I'm afraid you're a bit late for that," another voice said, the sound of the voice filled with the arrogance of triumph. "Your friend is dying, and so are you. I could show you mercy and kill you now to spare you the fate of watching your world be destroyed, but I think not. No, you will suffer while I prolong your miserable life and watch everyone you love die. And when I hear you beg me for death, then I will show you mercy."

"You won't win," the young man said, growling at his adversary, who was cloaked in a cloud of shadow. "Not while the world stands united against you."

"That's where you're wrong, boy," his adversary, Shin'en, smirked, its bright red eyes glowing menacingly from the shadow it was hidden in. "You brought me the medallion. It is all I need to take the throne at Spear Pillar. Not even The One and that fool, Arceus, could hope to defeat me now. You have failed, much like the rest of your family. And now, Ketchum, you will die like the rest of your race. Only… I shall kill you last."

A small ball of energy glowed in the dimly lit throne as Ash stared into the red eyes of his adversary, only grow larger and brighter with time. Ash clinched his fists tightly, not wanting to look away from the certain doom that was about to befall him. But, even as death stared him in the face, and the ball of energy was about to burst forth, Ash thought of his friends. He had fought with every ounce of strength he had. He could not fail here, but his heart and mind were ready to give into despair.

"Pikachu," he thought with a sad, but pained smile. "I'm glad you aren't here for this. Please, protect them, buddy. I'm counting on you… Keep them safe..."

Then, in a blinding flash and the sound of an inferno, the ball of energy shot towards him.