A/N: My first fic with my own OC. I hope that you'll enjoy it.

Disclaimers: I do not own Pokemon, its rights belongs to Satoshi Tajiri. And if I did own the series, it wouldn't have gotten as far as it did.

A Sandstorm was whipping across the desert tundra as a Tyranitar was facing off against a Steelix. There were a number of Magneton and Skarmory on the ground in defeat behind the Steelix. And like his friends earlier in the battle, the Steelix was worn down from the sudden attacks that came from the cover of the Sandstorm, especially the commands from the Tyranitar's trainer. His hardened, iron body was marred with unsightly scratches while the Tyranitar remained ever as calm and stable as a mountain.

"Tyranitar, use Earthquake!" the voice of the trainer came.

Tyranitar made a thundering roar as it followed the command. It stomped its foot on the soft sand, which normally would have weakened the attack with any other Pokémon. However, this was why they were in the desert. The ground sent out powerful shockwaves all around as they struck down their intended target. Steelix struggled to withstand the powerful shockwaves and use his remaining strength to make one final counter-attack against the intruders to the land he and his friends called home.

"Tyranitar, finish this with Ice Beam!"

Almost a second later, a crooked blue beam shot through the Sandstorm and hit Steelix squarely at the left side of his solid head. Steelix fell on his right side and tried to get up, but he didn't have any strength left. Steelix fainted. At that moment, a number of Great and Ultra Balls were tossed at the Pokémon, as each one was captured. All but Steelix's were sent to the Pokémon lab in Johto.

"Great work, Tyranitar! You deserve some R&R," the trainer finally said as he returned the Armor Pokémon into its ball.

At that moment, the Sandstorm had died down as Tyranitar's ability was no longer in effect from its absence. The sand had calmed down, revealing the trainer in a brown leather trench coat; he was wearing the typical desert uniform of a soldier along with dust goggles to keep the sand out of his eyes. The trainer then moved the dust goggles out of his eyes and put them upon his hat as he surveyed the land that held the strongest of the Steel-type Pokémon, until he came.

He walked to the spot where Steelix was, and looked at the ball that had captured the stubborn Pokémon. He picked it up, but didn't show any form of emotion as he looked at the ball that had captured the strongest of the Steel-type Pokémon in the valley.

"So much for a challenge," he muttered with a hint of disappointment. He was disappointed in his battle with the Steelix. He had come to the valley to strengthen Tyranitar's Earthquake attack when the Steel Pokémon had come to attack him, with the Steelix in the lead. But he took the initiative and struck first with the Sandstorm as cover to hide him and his Pokémon, as well as to cause confusion by making them think they were fighting more than one opponent.

As he thought back to how Tyranitar had knocked out each Pokémon out from different angles as it used the Sandstorm for cover, making the Pokémon attack at random spots as they couldn't see their enemy, until it was too late. An evil smirk appeared on his face as he laughed at how easy it was to cause confusion in even within the fiercest of opponents.

The trainer had won the title as Champion of Johto four years ago, and was sought after by the news just to add meaningless gossip to the insatiable public. It was the reason why he wore a desert uniform with such a heavy jacket and a hat. As long as he wore it, his former life had fallen off the face of the Earth and he enjoyed the peace and quiet that he had loved when he had gone on his final journey in his home region, Johto. But it had also removed something important to him: his belief in a fun battle.

Before he had won the title in Johto, he was a normal lanky, six-foot tall, brown haired, sixteen-year old boy who loved to battle anyone just for the fun of it, whether it be a rookie or an Elite Four Member, he battled them for the sport of it, win or lose.

But now, if he entered into another battle, he would never praise another trainer's skill, unless they were able to get his adrenaline pumping. Unfortunately, there were not that many that could do that, not even the Elite Four Members of all four regions could give him an adrenaline rush. Thus, he continued to train his Pokémon till the day he could find a trainer that could give him the thrill he felt in battles before. In a few battles, he thought he felt that thrill of combat come, but they didn't last long. None of them did.

He looked back in the direction to Mauville City and began the slow walk towards the city to give his Pokémon some rest at the Pokémon Center. Despite his distaste of his battle with the Steelix, he couldn't complain about its capture as it was a tough opponent for foolish trainers that had walked into the Valley. On the bright side, it did give him a slight jolt in the beginning of the battle.

That Steelix was a tough opponent, but it still couldn't take on my Tyranitar in the end. But I wished it had some strategy to stop me, but I guess I wore it out before it could take such action, the young man thought as he quickly took his cap off to whip the sweat off his forehead. I just wished there was a trainer out there that could give me that thrill for the battle and would push me to my limits. But I guess I lost that when I had given up my old life.

He continued to feel regret for not finding a worthy opponent as he continued the long walk to Mauville, leaving a barren wasteland that used to hold the strongest Steel-type Pokémon in all of Hoenn. As there wasn't a single Pokémon left in the valley, the once treacherous Valley of Steel had become just as empty as the young man's soul.

A/N: As I stated, this is my first fic. As to the mysterious trainer, I will give his identity in the next chapter. Coming up with names/nicknames is not an easy task as there has to be a lot of thought put into these things.

I'd also like to give credit and thanks to MisterP for Beta-reading it. I thank you for your help with this and will try to use your advise and the format for future chapters/writing. Once again, I thank you MisterP.

I will get the plot rolling in the next chapter, and until then.

Auf Wiedersehen!