WARNING: If you're here for a ton of actual Pokemon characters (Ash, May, Brock, etc.) this is NOT the story for you. If you came here looking for Red, make it to Chapter 6 and read the AN! He'll be in this story, I promise!

(AN: Thank you for viewing Pokemon Veral Region Chronicles! This is my first story, so if you enjoy it or you dislike it, drop a review! Many of the characters in this story are orignial, but I will feature previously known Pokemon characters as well. Also, this prologue is IMPORTANT to the story, so I suggest not skipping past it! I plan to go far with the story as long as interest is shown in it! Without further note, I present to you…)

Edited by: Rafe_Uzukami (Check out his story, "Pokemon Revox Orenthos" as well!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or any of the characters under that name. Those rights belong to Game Freak and Nintendo.

Pokemon: Veral Region Chronicles

Prologue: Finding Four

Echo Stadium- 2074

"We're comin' down to the wire here, one of these eight trainers will become the new Elite Four of the Veral Region!" the announcer exclaimed over the intercom. "Keep watching the pits! This trainer's definitely got somethin' up his sleeve! I wonder what pokemon they'll choose…"

Four battles were all well on their way at this time, for the winners would soon be announced not just as tournament victors, but as a new line of the Elite Four.

The first quadrant held a man with eyes of steel and a heart forged from iron. His short, spiked hair boasted a grey streak down the middle and wore a plain grey shirt with metal plates covering his shoulders and arms. He seemed to fight with intense vigor and grace, almost as if a medieval knight of some sort although his armor was rigged with some sort of modern technology… it's not completely evident what that's for though. For most of the battle he held onto the grip of a long sword he staked into the ground in front of him. His appearance alone almost gave away the fact that he preferred the steel type above any other.

"Ok Ferrothorn!" he yelled, "Give it all you've got! Hit him with a flash cannon!"

"Glalie! I can't lose you now! Protect yourself! Hang in there!" yelled the opposing trainer.

The enemy pokemon attempted to strengthen his resolve and muster yet another protect, but it was too late. Ferrothorn unleashed a beam as heavy as steel and as bright as a ray of pure light at the opponent's pokemon. It shattered through the foe's health as the enemy trainer held his head down in defeat, watching his Glalie drop to the ground and return to his pokeball…

The second section of the stadium introduced a swift, mysterious man whose scarf flowed violently in the wind. His face was serious and calculated, and he almost seemed to be within the pokemon battle himself. His dark, black shirt held an odd looking symbol on the front, blood red with one circle in the middle and three triangular shapes surrounding it, almost as if it were a claw of some sort. His ninja-like presence made it easy to guess that he is a dark type trainer.

"Looks like you finally reached my last pokemon. You have a quite a high level of endurance, I like that!" the dark trainer said, "I'm ready to end this battle here! Go for it Krookodile! Show him a foul play attack! Don't hold back now!"

"Use shadow ball Drifblim! This battle isn't over yet!" the other trainer exclaimed to his pokemon.

Krookodile charged at Drifblim, ready to crunch his ghostly opponent, when all of the sudden a ball of shadowy energy hit Krookodile head-on! The dark man was not phased, for just as his expression dictated, Krookodile did not suffer, but a mere scratch. It was seconds before teeth of darkness enveloped the now suffering Drifblim. The sound of a pokeball securing a pokemon was heard throughout the second quadrant followed by Krookodile's roar of victory, even though the man stayed silent…

The third portion of the stadium held a man gripping tight to a pocket watch, which seemed to allow him to keep focused. He made it practically impossible to tell what he was thinking, but it seemed as if he could predict the opponent's moves in a heartbeat. His deep maroon shirt had an interesting design on the backside, a small circular shape with twelve tick marks on the inside, similar to that of a clock. He did not speak loudly, but merely mumbled, yet his pokemon understood every step and move that it was ordered to take. With pure mental focus like this, it's safe to assume that this man is a psychic trainer.

"Xatu, it's time to release your future sight…" the trainer said, in a barely inaudible tone "This battle has held out for too long… end this… Xatu."

"I'm sorry did you say something?" the enemy trainer asked "No matter! My Mantine won't back down! Unleash your hydro pump!"

The girl's Mantine flew up in close range of the psychic man's Xatu, ready to bombard him with water. As Mantine opened its mouth to flood Xatu with the heavy attack, Xatu's trainer opened his eyes and screamed with a booming voice,

"NOW!"

Mantine was hit with a future sight attack set upon her at the start of the battle. The water type pokemon shook its head in agony and then plopped onto the ground, trying to swallow the pain. It was at that moment that Xatu was ordered to hit with an air slash attack, condemning Mantine to its pokeball and sending the young girl's head in her hands with tears…

The final battle to take place within Echo Stadium brought forth a man tossing a chess piece into the air, almost as if he was playing a game with his pokemon… or with the enemy. His face hidden behind glasses showed no emotions, yet his pokemon continued to fight with vigor. He wore a white jacket with two golden dragons, definitely an ancient image, slithering up his arms and down his back meeting head and tail in a yin-yang fashion. He spoke with hesitation as if he was thinking over his moves before they were called. His chess piece did not look like any other, for it's face formed and open mouth with jagged teeth and horns like those of a dragon. At this point it should be obvious that this trainer works with the dragon type.

"Advance towards the enemy! Strike him with a dragon claw attack!" the dragon trainer belted, tossing his chess piece high into the air.

"Zangoose! Move to his left and hit with a slash attack now! We have to dodge his dragon claw or we're done for!" exclaimed the enemy opponent, nervous as hell at this point, for his future depended on this move.

Zangoose flanked left as commanded and dragon claw missed the foe completely! A slash attack nails Tyrantrum right on the tail and the fossil giant unleashed a mighty roar shaking the stadium. Zangoose's master shouted in excitement, but the crowd let out a startling gasp. The gamemaster behind Tyrantrum smirked a bit and his glasses flashed. It's clear that this was no miscalculation, for the trainer then spoke to Tyrantrum, clear and precise he said:

"Just as we planned! Finish him with DRAGON TAIL!"

Zangoose had only a moment to stare up at Tyrantrum's monstrous tail as it crashed down upon him. Naturally this move's power would be pretty low if Zangoose was at full HP, but the white pokemon had already been previously exhausted. Nevertheless, Zangoose and his trainer had been defeated and the fourth member of the Veral Region's elite four had been declared.

The announcer stood up and proceeded towards the podium at the head of the stadium and proudly exclaimed,

"Fission! Rayn! Wel! Soma! You are now officially pokemon masters! Welcome to the elite four!"

It was just at this moment when a haze emerged from the platforms the four titans had been standing on. The ground trembled slightly and the battle screens went to black. Within the blink of an eye, four lowly trainers became the four most powerful men in the region, and then disappeared just like nothing….