Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.
Hi, I'm Dreadly Rise and this is my first story on here. Enjoy, I guess.
In the future of Pokemon, people fought for their lives in arenas with their pokemon using swords, daggers and more. (Guns were banned in there for entertainment.)
There were many battles, such as the battles of the two masters, both had Legendary Pokemon, destroying the arena now called The Arena Of Chaos.
For some people, they had to fight for their lives, mainly because this world was controlled by Team Galactic and Team Plasma. No one really knows how they got Dialga, Palkia, Giratina, Zekrom, Reshiram, and the all powerful Arceus. The might of their alliance was known throughout the world. Not even Pokemon Rangers could stand up to defeat them.
They first destroyed the weak Team Rocket, then they moved on to the Hoenn region, capturing the trainers to fight in the arenas and eliminating the rival teams, Team Aqua and Team Magma.
They named this new world, Galacma. ([Galac]tic + Plas[ma]) They thought no one could destroy their empire of darkness.
That was what they thought. However, their empire was thought to be indestructible. Everyone feared them. The Old World was covered in thunderstorms and weak pokemon were hardly ever taken in, but were killed.
This is the story of Al, a beginning trainer in the land of Unova with a heart of pureness and an armor of steel. His journey was just beginnining.
...Al was sitting on a fence, watching the cabins with wonder. Even though he was 13, he never stayed indoors, mainly because this land was ruled by The Galacma Alliance and they really only let him stay in cabins.
No one in the cabins would be friendly to him. That was because they had all experience the horrors of war. Being a fighter, he was able to choose a wild pokemon as his partner. From behind him, a Monferno jumped on his back. "Ahhh! Don't do that Zorua!" said Al as the Monferno began to change into a dark, black fox. "Our first match is today and I want to be ready," said Al.
Al was dressed in his battle gear. Being a rookie, he only had leather armor and no helmet. He had jet black, long hair with his front bangs touching his eyebrows with it's slight curve. The back of his hair was also long and reached the end of his neck, since it was pushed into a flat spike shape that wasn't standing up.
Zorua nodded and, using telepathy, said, Fine, do what you want, but I can kill some major shit, right? "Sure, show your power, just like The Grand Battle with those two legends in it," said Al.Al was only five when he was taken from his home in Unova and dragged here to Sinnoh. His "Poke-ally" as they call it, was given to him, who is Zorua, who was only a baby when Al was five.Al only slept outside on the grass, but was surprisingly not cold on the dirt and grass. Let's go now, said Zorua.
Afterword
Well, look's like Al's going to have to fight for life next time. I wonder how that's going to end up. We'll just have to find out. Al's doesn't know the horrors of the arena, so that's going to be strange. If you haven't already guessed, Al is a made-up character by me. Thanks for reading!
I have edited this chapter, just tell ya.
-Dreadly Rise