TRG71: Here is my newest story guys… I hope you'll like it very much.

Shade: Cough, they won't. What, I didn't say that.

TRG71: *Glares at Shade* Into your Pokéball you go. *Puts Shade in her Pokéball*

Anyways… ENJOY

I, ThatRandomGuy71, Do not own Pokémon… Or Fallout, as some suggest the intro is like Fallout. And I'm not stealing anyone's OCs; the characters came to my mind.

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Running, that's all I've ever known. Either running from danger, from sadness, from pain. They always told me that I would fall someday; I told them that they were wrong, but deep down; I knew that what they said was true. Everything that is must fall at some point. For so long, I've been a drifter who could stay on his feet, but yesterday... I fell. I fell into the abyss that threatens to swallow us all into darkness. But yesterday was also the day that I rose from the fall. I found my true calling. I fought the darkness and won. I freed those who it had held in its grasp, those who had fallen like me, but didn't have the strength to rise again. Now, looking back to the days when I tried... I'm glad that they hated me, that they rejected me. Without them, I wouldn't be where I am today. They made me strong, they made me as sturdy as steel, they made me grateful for even the smallest amounts of kindness. I wish I could go back and thank them, but all greatness comes at a cost. When I thought the darkness was defeated, it had risen to its feet and destroyed those who made me who I am. I had tried to defeat it once and for all, but I was to late to stop it for it had already done the deed. Out of anger I obliterated the only darkness that existed, or so I thought. I always think back to that day when the darkness tried to take me. Since then, I've seen many be swallowed by the abyss. I've been wondering why it didn't defeat me. First I thought that it was just pure luck, or that it was the spirits of those who truly did care for me. But today, I realized why I wasn't forever taken. The darkness could not swallow me, for I was what it feared most... I was, I am Light.

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"Look, there goes the freak." Someone to the left whispered.

"Look at his fur, it's so weird." Someone to the right says. This was the norm, everyday. The comments were just the beginning. The rest should show up in about 3…2…1… right on time.

"Hey Runt, Where do you think your going," the oversized, Tyranitar bully says to stop me.

"Away from here, where else," I said in an annoyed tone. They never leave me alone. I just wanted to have one normal day, but I know it won't ever happen. The Tyranitar rightly named Dark, walked in front of me, blocking my path, and getting on my nerves.

"Move Dark, I don't need any of your shit today." I had a right to be a little pissed off, this happens EVERY day.

"Oh, someone has an attitude," he noticed the small pack I had on my back, "What's in this?" he said as he pulled it off my back.

I had been planning this prank for about two days, considering Dark is very predictable.

Dark, being Dark, ripped open the package only to find a box with a button on top. I took this time to slip into the shadows. He pressed the button and…BOOOOOOOOOOM… there was paint everywhere, and the best part… Dark was painted a bright, neon pink. I contained my laughter as I slipped to my home, which was about 3 miles from town. I took my time, enjoying the smells and sounds of the forest in which I lived. It was getting dark, so I sent a little energy to my rings to light up the area. I loved how the light reflected off of my silver fur. I was a special shiny, one that didn't have even the normal shiny colors. My fur was like a mirror when given enough light. I relished the cool, crisp night air as the moon shone its light on me. I hated society, and they hated me. It was a mutual relationship. The only thing keeping me from never going into town was the fact that I needed certain things that only the village could offer.

I was relaxing on my walk; I could almost imagine a world where I didn't need to go to town. I even dared to imagine a world without prejudice, where I was accepted among the common folk. I knew that it was a far-fetched dream, which would never happen. Well, not the whole town at least. I did have one friend. Her name was Flora, she was a Leafeon. She was the most beautiful creature I ever hoped to meet. She is the only person that I know who doesn't care about a persons' looks, but about what's on the inside. And for that, I love her. I would do anything for her, for it was because of her I opened my armory shop. I build any metal protection unit with my Psychic. I was considered a master armor. The only thing everyone except Flora cared about was my product. I was considered wealthy, but I didn't really care for money. I bought what I needed and would give the rest to a family that needed it. And still, the town hated me. There was only one downside to Flora; Dark had claimed her for his own. Now I don't mean mated or anything, but he just wants to ruin my life by not allowing me to express my love to her. I could feel my calm nature failing by the day. That paint prank was the first sign of my nerves finally snapping.

I finally reached my home. It was a large cave with a giant stone in front of it. If you glanced at it, you wouldn't know that there was a cave there. But if you were a smart one, you would notice the crevice about 20 feet from the rock. Inside the crevice was a hole that I made with my Psychic. It led all the way to my cave. I had found the cave when I was exploring, it was full of luminescent stones, giving it great lighting. I had decided that it was going to be home. I used my Psychic to move a giant boulder to the entrance. I had made shelves to stock medicines, food, items and treasure. I had also made a large bed for myself. I had a fire pit for the winter. And there was a small spring that ran through one of the corners of the cave.

I have sculptures everywhere, made of the bioluminescent stones. One of me, one of Flora, Even one of Dark. I loved to make any kind of artwork. I also used to adventure. I loved the thrill of fighting Pokémon to the bottom of a cavern, or the top of a mountain, never knowing whether or not it was worth the journey. Well of course it was worth the journey, the feeling of being on the move came naturally to me. Ahh, I wish I could relive my childhood years.

After reminiscing, I grabbed a berry off of the shelf and ate it before laying down on my bed. I fell asleep easily, seeing that tonight was the night of the New Moon…

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That night was the night that I had the worst nightmares of my life. They were repetitious, with the same theme; the death of the ones I love. First was my mothers' death, which actually happened, but I had to relive it. She died by my fathers' hand, and he died by my hand. He had cut off her head while she tried to protect me from him. I had been so enraged that the first sign of it showed. My endless amounts of power. I had caused my father so much pain before I killed him. First, I broke every bone in his body, and when I say every I mean every bone in his quadruped body. Second, I stimulated his mind to feel the pain of being on fire. Then I used Psychic and slung stones across his body until you thought you could see under his skin, to the point where he looked like a bloody slaughtered pig. And finally, I used my Psychic to put pressure on his skull until his brains started coming out of his ears. When I saw his brains I put so much more pressure on that his head imploded. The strangest part was that during the entire process, my father didn't say a word. I had felt no pleasure in killing him, it hurt me. I had lost both parents, it hurt that the world hated me.

The second nightmare was of Flora. It was very vague, yet still horrifying. It was the town, everyone was dead. I had checked all of the bodies for Floras', and yet I couldn't find it. As I searched for Flora, I found Dark. I felt both happy, and miserable at the same time. He deserved to die, but not in the way that he had. That was when I heard a faint scream. I listened to where it was coming from and used multiple Feint Attacks to get there. When I got to the point, I found Flora… but she was being held by a dark being.

"Light, Please help me!" Flora screamed. I took a step toward her and the shadowy being and the unthinkable happened… the creature killed her. It turned her head until there was a sickening crack. It dropped her lifeless body and laughed as it faded into the ground.

I awoke from my nightmare screaming and panting. I tried to calm myself down, but I still had the feeling of dread, but it was real this time. I looked into the corner of my cave to see a pair of neon blue eyes staring back at me. There was a dark chuckle as they came closer. I thought I was going to die until there was a bright light from the roof of my cave. A quadruped with a ring around its midsection came down and spoke.
"Leave this place at once, you are not welcome here." It had a very powerful and commanding tone to it.

The neon blue eyes narrowed, but the being of light returned its start tenfold. The neon eyes started to dissolve into the ground until there was nothing but a shadow.

The being of light turned to me and spoke.

"I am sorry young one, I should have been here sooner." It said in a surprisingly warm tone.

I responded weakly, "It's fine."

"For now it is, you will remember this as only a dream come tomorrow morning," it said, "But none the less I must tell you something."

I gave it a questioning look, "What?"

"You are one of the 10 chosen warriors of Light, and you are also the leader of the group to come, there will be times of hardship, and times of prosperity. Times of battle, and times of peace. Times of love and times of hate. But know this, you are destined to save the world, to save not only this planet, but the universe as well."

All I could do is gape at the creature.

"My time here runs short, I must leave with haste. We will meet again, Controller of the guiding light."

Before I could even ponder what it meant by guiding light, it let out a beam. The beam hit me, but it didn't hurt… it put me to sleep. But this time when I slept, I had no nightmares; I had only the void that surrounds our consciousness when we have no dreams, when we have no thoughts, when we have no memory of what has befallen us. But that is what we know, and what we know puts us in a state of ignorance…

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Sorry for it being short, I just wanted to get the first chapter finished so I could work on the rest of it. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!

TRG71 OUT… PEACE