A/N: Hey! This is my first try at a fanfiction story. I hope you like it. It's kind of a one-shot, but I might make more chapters to it if I gain some more inspiration. So read and enjoy, and then please review later to help give me confidence, give some new ideas, or critique I suppose. Although, being only able to write when inspiration comes my way sucks because I never know when I will update. Eh heh, sorry… Um, I think it's supposed to be rated K+.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or any characters from Pokemon. I don't own the "Valzoa" from Aedis Eclipse, although I have used some of his traits for my own character. I do not own the chaos emeralds from Sonic the Hedgehog or any Sonic character. However, I have altered the purpose and powers of chaos emeralds to suit my fanfiction stories. I do own Siran, Valzoa (the pikachu), Muragal, Chloe, and the chaos badge.

Valzoa's POV

The stars were shining brightly tonight. I could actually see them through the cracks in the tree branches of this forest. I sat down on a tree stump to enjoy the cool breeze. While I cooled off I decided to take the time to remember some of my adventures that lead up to this point in my life. Of course, whenever I went back through my memories I would always remember that day. The fateful day that started a series of events that lead to changing me, and my way of life, forever.

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"Go pikachu!"

Finally! It has been a while since I've battled another pokemon since my trainer kept pitting me against rock elements. I mean seriously rock elements cream electric elements, so what in the world was my trainer thinking? But my opponent this time is a staryu, and it looks like this is a gym battle. There's a big pool of water with little islands for me to stand on. My trainer yelled out a command and I released a thundershock at the starfish pokemon. To my surprise and horror, I missed by a wide margin.

"Pikachu! What are you doing? Hit the staryu!"

Either my skills were rustier than I thought, or my trainer has been keeping me inside the damn pokeball for a lot longer than I expected. I should have had a lot more training in preparation for this gym battle. Unfortunately, as my trainer complained I was blind-sided by staryu's tackle. As I was getting up, the gym leader commanded a swift attack. Tiny stars pelted me and fell into the water. As I came up for air I heard the gym leader lecturing my trainer.

"You know, just because pikachu has a type advantage doesn't mean you should rely on it too heavily. You should have trained him some more before this fight."

"Grrrr, oh yeah? Pikachu, quick attack!"

I dash from island to island and then slam into the floating starfish. Staryu backs up a little but still has a lot of stamina left, meanwhile I am panting rather hard. It's been ages since I've even had a workout like this.

"Staryu, let's finish this. Dive under the water and wait for your signal!"

The staryu plunges into the water, which I find extremely odd since I can easily shock everything in the pool.

"Hey all right! Things are looking up! Pikachu use thund-."

"Now staryu, tackle!"

As I prepare to launch the thundershock into the pool the staryu tackles me from behind. When I release the electricity inside I end up only shocking myself. The pain was too much and I black out.

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Apparently I got healed at a pokemon center because the next time I awoke I stood before my trainer. I wondered why he had called me out, since he only calls out his pokemon to battle with normally. It is a nice mountain trail with solid mountains on one side, and the great expanse of forest on the other. The sun is high in the sky and shining brightly down upon us. The view is breathtaking; you could see miles and miles of trees. Thankfully it's not too high up or else I might have experienced some fear of heights. The nice mountain breeze felt really good too, and I couldn't help but smile. Seriously, this beats the pokeball any day.

"Well I'm glad you're enjoying the view, but we need to talk." I looked up to my trainer and nodded. "See here's the thing. You just really suck at battling." I winced a little, I mean yeah it was true but he could have made it sound nicer. At least it meant that he actually saw that I needed training in order to help him accomplish his dream of becoming a Pokemon master.

"Ah, so you noticed, too. Well I've done some thinking and I've decided I'm going to drop you from my team. I'm going to need really strong pokemon in order to become a pokemon master, and you just aren't what I'm looking for."

What… I mean… did he just say what I think he said. So I ask him, "Uh, could you please repeat that?" Of course to him it probably sounded like, "Pika, ka chu?"

He got that determined look in his eye. "Yes, that means I'm leaving you here so that you can go back into the wild. I can't afford to have you hang around and show how weak I am. 'A trainer is only as good as his weakest pokemon,' and let's face it you're as weak as they get. If I get rid of you then my next weakest pokemon is pidgey."

Wow… I mean when he puts it that way I just plain suck… Unfortunately, he's right. His pidgey IS stronger than me and has even beaten me in mock pokemon battles. Kind of makes me wonder why pidgey never evolved though. Of course while I was thinking this my face probably had a dumbfounded look.

"Anyways, goodbye pikachu. Hope you live a good life here." He starts to walk away.

I start to yell at him, "How can you do this? How can you just walk away from me like this? Just train me a little more and I can do better I promise!" The center of my universe is walking away and I am doing everything I can to keep him. He must've just got annoyed with my begging because he walked towards me again.

"Pikachu we're through, okay? Please stop wailing and making a racket. I told you at the beginning of this journey of mine that I could only afford to look after winners!"

I start to cry now because it looks like I won't be able to convince him to stay. I was so distressed that my mind only barely registered what happened next.

"Goodbye… PIKACHU!!"

In the middle of yelling my name, he kicks me off the cliff and high into the air. Still crying, I freefall down into the trees below. The wind feels nice against my back, and I wait for the end of my life. Massive pain assaults me as I crash into the high branches of the forests below the cliffs. Midway I blackout…

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I wake up some time later fully refreshed and feeling really good. It seems to be almost sunset. Then I remember that I should be in extreme pain from the crash, but strangely I don't feel any pain. Am I dead? I pinch myself hard.

"PIKAAAAA!!"

Okay… not dead. I still feel pain and boy did that hurt. Why the heck did I pinch myself so hard? Anyways in that case, was it all just a dream? Shortly I hear footsteps nearby. Out of the forest walks a human boy wearing some odd clothing. It seems like he is wearing a green robe, with somewhat intricate patterns in yellow on it. It seems old yet still in rather decent condition. Under the robe he looks to be wearing some sneakers and jeans shorts. He has black hair and brown eyes. Looks a little older than my old trainer. He speaks to me.

"Ah, awake now are we? So, how are you feeling now pikachu? You looked pretty beat up when I first found you."

At this news my heart plummeted. So it wasn't a dream after all. My first trainer ever has abandoned me. I start to cry again.

"Hey now, what's the matter? Are you okay? Did something not heal right?"

Still crying I blurted out, "No, nothing's wrong with me I feel great. But my trainer left me in the forest because I was too weak for him. I thought we would stick together and be best friends forever, but now that's never going to happen."

I cry some more. I think about the poor green robed kid and how he probably understood nothing of what I said. To them it just sounds like, "Pika ka pi chu ka chu pipi kachu ka pi…" and you know, more of that. What he said next came as a great surprise.

"I'm super glad you're okay, but I can't believe your old trainer would do such a thing to such a wonderful pokemon. You're not too weak, you are just fine the way you are. Here…" at this the green robed boy picked me up and started rubbing my back trying to comfort me. It felt very soothing and I felt happier. Although the center of my universe was gone at least there was someone who cared. He spoke to me again comfortingly.

"You know I'd like to be your friend, and I promise that if you want to be friends too we'll be friends forever."

I reply to him, "I'd like that very much." I then hug him fiercely; he has become the new center of my universe.

We stay like that for a few minutes so that I calm down. Then he speaks to me again.

"So if we're to be friends I better introduce myself. My name's Siran, what's your name?"

Wow, he asked for my name. No trainer asks a pokemon their name; they just give nicknames. Interested on what name he would pick for me I replied, "I don't have a name, my trainer never gave me one. Why don't you pick out a good name for me?"

He pauses for a few moments, and then shakes his head. "Sorry, but I cannot name you. It just wouldn't feel right to me. So how about this once you find a name that you feel suits you, you can tell me what it is and I'll call you that. However, don't just pick any name. You have to find one that truly fits you. You have to find a name that you believe defines yourself even if no one else may think it. My name is Siran, not because someone named me, but because it felt right to me."

I look at my new trainer… no, my new friend in awe. A name that defines you. "Wow, ok I'll try finding that name of mine. What were you named, though?"

He grimaces a bit, "Truthfully? I have no idea; a while ago in fact a few years ago I was hit with very strong amnesia. I had forgotten everything about myself. So instead of trying to find out who I used to be I just pressed forward and created a new me! I have no idea what I was named, but it doesn't matter to me because I am Siran."

I sit down on his shoulder and enjoy the cool air breezes. "Well now, I guess I should tell you that I am not that great at battling. But with you around training me I bet we could take on anyone!" He chuckles a little at my enthusiasm. I jump off of him and onto rock near his eye level. "So! I suppose that means you're going to have to stuff me into a pokeball for a bit so that I can become your pokemon right? And then you should introduce me to your team. And then you can tell me how many badges you have so that I-"

He cuts me off as I start on a rant for becoming a pokemon master, "Whoa wait, hold on a minute. Calm down. I guess I should do a little explaining. First of all I have no badges, and I have no other pokemon. Second, I do not plan to stuff you into a tiny little pokeball for storage purposes. You should be out here where you can see the whole world! As to mark that you're mine, here's my version of a pokeball. I call it the Rescueball, just hold still while it scans you."

He pulls out a green pokeball with the letter R in yellow. He pushes a button and the pokeball begins scanning me, like it would if I were returning to my own pokeball. I glow red as usual, but instead of getting sucked inside that cramped little ball I return back to a normal color. He then talks to me a bit.

"There, all set. The rescueball has recorded your data, and can now rescue you from danger. It's similar to a pokeball except that the pokemon inside can decide whether to enter or leave the rescueball at will."

"And now, I want to ask you pikachu, what is it that you would like to do? If you want to take the gym challenge I would be more than happy to help you train. If you want to become stronger, I can train you in that way as well. If you want to just relax and be happy that's fine with me, too. Whatever choice you make, I'll follow it through with you."

This is almost too much for me. I couldn't believe that he was letting me determine the direction I wanted to go in life. I thought it would take me forever to make up my mind, but it actually took no time at all. I could feel the rage building inside of me, all the anger.

"I want to become stronger. I want to become the strongest pokemon the world has ever seen. I want to become so strong that my old trainer will regret ever abandoning me!"

I turn to look at Siran to witness what his response would be. At first he looks a little shocked, but then he makes a small smile. "Very well then. I shall help you become the strongest pokemon the world has ever seen. But I warn you that this path is extremely difficult, and that you'll eventually need a better reason to strengthen yourself besides revenge. However, you can worry about that later. In that case, why don't we go to a training arena where you can become stronger?"

I nod my head and leap to his shoulders. I could feel my new destiny, the destiny to become the most powerful pokemon ever! Suddenly, there was a bright pillar of light and all of a sudden the forest around us disappeared.

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I sigh contently. That was truly a day I would never forget. Comparing myself to how I was before and how I am now, I notice subtle differences. I am a few inches taller than I used to be, my fur is actually quite soft and cuddly thanks to the conditioner Siran recommended me years ago. Yet under all that soft cuddly fur there are deceptively strong muscles. I close my eyes, just for a minute or so, when the voice of one of my friends reaches my ears.

"Hey, Valzoa. How's it going?"

I look up into the blue eyes of a somewhat short charizard. Proportionally he looks right for a charizard, however there are a few differences between him and generic charizards. First of all, he's wearing a lab coat. He actually makes it look good, too. Second, instead of the traditional three talon claws, he has a more humanlike four fingers and opposable thumb type claws.

Third his tail flame appears to be dangerously low. Normally a charizard's health is determined by the strength of his tail fire. If we went by that scale, one would say that this lab-coat wearing charizard was dying, as its flame was smaller than a charmander's tail. However, there are two reasons to why this charizard kept his tail fire low. Reason one, it's a training exercise that Siran had advised him to do in order to deceive enemies. Reason two…

"Heya Muragal. I see you're still practicing Siran's deceptive tail technique. If you didn't I wouldn't be surprised to see the whole forest burnt to the ground." Yes, reason two is that because of all of Siran's intensive training Muragal's tail flame, when healthy, would actually be big enough to engulf the 2 huge trees behind him.

He nods his head. "Yep, I also find that a huge tail fire does not help things in the least inside my chemistry lab."

I had to laugh at that. I know we've joked about it in the past but to this day it still gets a laugh out of me. He's been a researcher for months now but I still can't picture him in a tiny little research lab, messing around with chemicals. Now he comes over and sits next to me.

"So what were you doing out here, Valzoa?"

"I was just remembering the first time I met Siran and the discussion about names and such."

Muragal nods his head and smiles. "Yep, it's amazing how much has happened in the few years since now and back then. You met Siran, and then you guys met me. We all trained together like crazy to become stronger…"

"Then you evolved into a charmeleon and then a charizard afterwards." I chuckle a bit remembering, "Siran was so worried that you would change drastically and end up hating him but it looks like that never happened eh?"

Muragal closes his eyes remembering, "No I could never have hated him. He loved us too much and always strived to the best of his ability to help us get to the level of power we wanted. Hmm, and then some time after that you found your name. I have to admit though, if Siran wasn't there I don't know if I could have calmed you down by yourself."

I bow my head in shame a little. Siran had warned me that thoughts of revenge would hold me back, aka corrupt me. But thanks to him and Muragal I learned to control myself…sorta. "Yeah those were crazy times weren't they? I kind of went on a power trip. Still, when it came your turn to go on a power trip when you found your name, I was able to calm you down eh?"

Mr. Big and Orange laughs out loud at my cockiness. "True, you did and I thank you with all my heart that you did. Thanks to you we discovered how to help others when they sought to learn their names and unleash their powers. Otherwise, things would have gone differently indeed."

I continued the reminisce, "And then with his self appointed job done, Siran left. Although truthfully he didn't really leave. After all, we can contact him at any time and he'll be here. He just became a bit busy with raising a family and all. Then after a few more adventures with just the two of us you found yourself a girl and settled down as well. Leaving me all alone…"

Muragal raises his eye-scales, "Ok, what did you do wrong now Valzoa? You have a family as well you know. Did you get into an argument with-?"

"Okay, okay! Just joking! Yes I did settle down with someone as well. Then there was the 'chaos badge' age that you put us through, which I'll admit was generally the greatest thing for pokemon and human alike. Then there was the pokemon revolution, which thanks to your chaos badge creation, kept casualties on both sides to a minimum. We've done so much in our lives it's amazing really."

"Too true Valzoa, too true. If we never met Siran we would have never learned about all the alternate parallel dimensions that exist. We would have never been able to train to this level of power in only a few short years. Without Siran we might not have survived without the trainers who abandoned us… and actually from what we know about parallel dimensions I was curious to see how I fared in life if I never met Siran…"

I sigh a bit, "Ah so you checked the alternate parallel dimension historical records as well? Well, you were right. I didn't survive… According to the records that pikachu died years ago. What happened to your alternate?"

Muragal leans back into a more comfortable position. "Apparently my alternate is still surviving and thriving, but he is wanted by the police for attacking humans and their towns." He grins a bit, "Actually, considering he took none of Siran's training he's become fairly powerful. He hasn't learned how to condense his size though so he's about twice my current size."

"Heh, another one of Siran's interesting training aspects, 'size control.'" Seriously, Siran came up with some of the most interesting types of training in order to make us stronger.

I am glad to hear that his alternate ended up ok, but I still get angry knowing that my alternate died because my first trainer left him for dead back at that forest so long ago. Siran had once told me a sad truth. "In the past, whenever we saw a dimension that was struggling for a happy existence, we would always go there to make it better. Many times we did make it better, however we also discovered that for every dimension we entered, we also created a copy of that dimension where we never entered." I found this confusing so I asked him to elaborate.

"Timelines of dimensions are not linear, they fork in the road so much that it becomes a real mess to keep track of all the different dimensions. For every dimension we get involved in, it turns out there is another dimension where we never existed. For example, if in one dimension we saved a person who fell off a cliff, in the mirror dimension, that person would not have been saved and would still end up as fate intended. Fools that we were, we thought we could prevent fate from happening, but it turns out that there are alternate realities where fate can never be altered."

I remember that Siran loved talking about all the different dimensions out there; because of all the different possibilities it gave us to explore and discover. I had to agree, even though I've become possibly the strongest pokemon in the dimension I'm currently in, I could actually find a stronger pokemon in a completely different dimension. The possibilities are endless!

However, I still remember what my first trainer did, and how my alternate self paid the price. I could not allow his death to go unpunished.

As usual, thanks to Muragal's chaos badges, he could monitor my emotions quite clearly. "Err, Valzoa, you seem to be very angry again. Are you thinking of your first trainer again?"

"Yeah, sorry you had to feel that." I strive to keep my negative emotions in check, before dangerous consequences result. Siran trusts us to be responsible with our great powers. "I think I have it under control."

"Glad to hear it. Well, I better be getting back to Chloe. Just don't do anything you may regret all right? I'll see you later." He stands up and prepares to depart.

"Ah, don't worry. Siran taught us well, death doesn't solve anything. However, I will get my revenge on my first trainer, and I believe I have a good plan." I give off a rather good impression of an evil villain laugh.

"Uh-huh. You do that. Anyways, don't hesitate to contact Siran or me if you need help with your new…project, alright? Ok see you later." With that, the somewhat short charizard disappears in a pillar of light. I sigh and smile to myself. Siran always said that we need to settle our pasts in order to move forwards. That's just what I plan to do.

"I am Valzoa, Lord of Thunder, and I shall see to it that Ash Ketchum pays for what he did to me long ago!"

A/N: Well here it is, my first story, in the form of a one-shot. It's taken me a few hours to type this all up so I hope it was enjoyable. I really don't know what to classify this as. Anyways, the reason I wrote this chapter in a sort of memory format was so that you could get a brief glimpse of all the ideas that run through my head constantly.

All of the ideas I have mentioned will possibly become story ideas later, but I'm still not sure how much later. I suppose it all depends on how you guys review and whether I get inspired or not. Personally I think this is the best story I've written to date, so I sure hope you guys like it. I now sort of understand what all other writers go through; boy does it take a while to sort out ideas.

Also, if this is a Sue of some kind could you let me know?