Alright. First of all, this is my first story, so review and help me out. Now, here's a quick summary so you're not confused. The first scene is a dream/vision of the past. This chapter and the next are introducing the characters and the plot. Each of the main characters is an expert in one type, thus there is 17 main characters. They each have a favorite pokemon that they have had from the beginning of their training careers, and they hardly ever put them in Pokeballs. These pokemon will later become their morphs.

Now for the disclaimer. I don't own pokemon, but i do own the characters in the story. So ask me before you steal them. Or don't steal, just borrow. But still ask. Whatever. You get the idea.

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'blah' thoughts

"blah" speaking

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Pyro looked out over the hilltop, surveying the destruction the battle had done. He was the only one left alive, and barely at that. In the battle rage of his Charizard morph he hadn't even noticed that his right wing had been torn off, and he had a large gash drawing a line down his right side, from the shoulder to the thigh.

'Damn Groudon,' he thought. His memories of the battle, pushed away by a combination of shock, rage, and pain, came flooding back. Images of his friends being struck down flashed before his eyes, clouding them with tears. They had all died, but had finally won. They had sealed the demonic twin pokemorphs' spirits and set free their twisted legendary pokemon. His task was complete, and he could now die in peace

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Ben opened his eyes. 'What a wierd dream,' he thought as he looked out his window at his hometown, Eterna City, and then over at his favorite pokemon, Charbroil, his Magmortar.

He didn't know it, but across the city, 16 other teenagers had the same dream.

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"Honey, wake up! You were screaming fit to wake the dead!"

Sarah opened her eyes. She was still trembling from the intensely realistic dream she had just had. Above her was her mother, and behind her was Psybreak,her Gardevoir, a concerned look in its eyes. She could still feel the aura of the nightmare slowly dissapating. Sarah was a psychic, like her mother and late father.

"Are you alright?"

"Yea, I'll be fine."

Sarah rolled out of bed, brushed her long, auburn hair, and turned to Psybreak.

"Are you ready to train?"

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"WHAT!!!!!!!!!!?????????"

Bryce was mad. He was being roused from his sleep by a constant poking in his ribs. He cracked his eyes open and was horrifyed at what he saw.

"Only 11:30?!?!?!?!? AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!! Grizzly! Why did you wake me up this early?"

Bryce spun to meet his attacker. Suddenly, a terrifying scene flashed before his eyes. He saw a blood soaked battlefield, with bodies lying everywhere. There was a lone person on a hill, in a pool of blood. Another poke from his oblivious Ursaring ended the day-mare.

"Waddya want?" demanded Bryce in a shaky voice. As if answering him, the Ursaring's stomach growled.

"Oh...Good thinking buddy. Lets EAT!!!!!"

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"Hi mom, I'm home."

"Uggghhh...Iggy, honey, not so loud. Not everyone gets up at 6 to go on nature walks."

"But that's the best time to watch for bugs."

"I know honey." Iggy's mother watched her son bound up the stairs. She was always worried about him. He didn't play with the other kids, he only wanted to play with bugs. He was small for his age, and wore glasses, so he got picked on enough.

Upstairs, Iggy wondered if he should tell his mom about the strange vision he had this morning.

"What do you think, Pinch?" Iggy trusted his Pinsir's judgement. He was one of Iggys only friends.

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"Good job Brett!"

"Thanks, Master Saki."

Brett was feeling good. He had just broke his record on the obstacle course, raised his benchpress weight by 20 lbs., and beat his judo teacher in a sparring match. He was almost ready to apply to the police force, and was training Breaker, his Machamp to be an officer too. Life was going great for him.

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Life wasn't going so great for Sam.

"GET OUTTA MY KITCHEN, YOU STREET RAT!!!!!"

Sam was an orphan, living on the streets, barely scraping by. He wasn't bitter, though. In fact, he was a pretty happy guy. Sam, despite the condition his life was in, was just a happy guy by nature. He just knew that something would eventually go his way. And with his favorite Dusknoir, he would be unstoppable...One day.

"That was sooooooo close, ShadowStrike! I could almost taste the spaghetti. Too bad the chef had a Kadabra."

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"Slasher, use Dig!"

Sandy's Sandslash lept into the air and disappeared underground as if it were water.

"Chimchar, get ready, then dodge it!" yelled the other trainer

"Oh, I doubt that's gonna happen...Now Slasher!!!"

The Sandslash ripped out of the sheer rock wall beside the Chimchar and hit it at full speed. It was K.O.ed instantly.

"Yay! I won!

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"Hardhead, Headbutt! Tyranitar, Rock Throw!"

Clay was having a great battle. His opponent, however, wasn't. He had all but given up. All he had left was a Pidgeotto.

"Ummm...Wing Attack?"

The poor Pidgeotto beat his wings feebly against the oncoming Rampardos. Unsuprisingly, he was just knocked out of the way, perfectly in the way of a well placed Rock Throw. The Pidgeotto collapsed to the ground, defeated.

"Another victory for Clay and his unbeatable Rock pokemon!

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"Hey, Firebreath, how 'bout we land here for a quick snack?"

The large Dragonite growled in agreement, pointing his nose down into a high-speed dive. Suddenly, Jeff fell off his back. Roaring in surprise, the pokemon flattened his wings to his body and zipped to Jeff, catching him lightly.

"Wha…What happened? Where's the storm? And the hill overlooking the battle? Where are we?"

The dragon pokemon just looked at his trainer in confusion setting him under a tree as he fainted.

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"What's up, SpiritIce?"

Amy's Froslass was acting very strange. Suddenly, it flew off.

"Wait…Come back! Grr…"

Amy crashed through the underbrush, falling behind the Ice/Ghost pokemon because she was just floating through trees. She wondered what could attract so much attention from her Froslass that she would just leave her there. Then, she heard the screaming.

'What in the world is that?'

Finally, Amy broke into a clearing. She saw a guy about her age lying on the ground, her Froslass and a Dragonite, probably the mystery trainer's, leaning over him. Then, he woke up.

"Wha? Who? Where?"

"Hey, slow down. First, start with your name."

"I'm Jeff."

"Alright. Now, how did you get here?"

"Dunno. I just had this weird dream, and then I woke up here."

"Did that dream happen to have anything to do with a mysterious figure on a battle-scarred hill?"

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"I had the same vision about 15 minutes ago."

"Weird."

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To be continued…

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Ok. So that's the end of my first chapter. Im having some trouble thinking up a Grass trainer. So review and give me suggestions of a name, favorite pokemon, and 5 other pokemon. I do have some ideas, but their kinda lame. If you want to suggest any other characters, have me put you into the story, or think up any other type-trainer suggestions, I will be glad to hear from you.