The night is young, but so am I. I am only Seventeen, but I am respected by those I let live. My name is never given except to those I battle. That is how many of us are. But then again, we are many and names are weak to most. I, however, treasure names, for names hold power. I spent a long time thinking of my name. I became aware of my life around six, meaning I have memories that old. For the past eleven years, I have trained myself and grown strong. I am a Pokémon Master, a term that used to be an empty title before the War. There had once been a time when Pokémon Master referred to someone who was a great Pokémon "trainer". What a joke. Now a Pokémon Master is exactly as it sounds.
A Pokémon Master has conquered a Pokémon, and now that Pokémon serves him or her with undoubting loyalty. A Pokémon now will die for its Master, and many Masters do not care if this happens. I, however, detest such practices. I will never use my Pokémon as a scapegoat, for that would be a waste of the time and energy I spent training.
I will now tell you the names I have given to every piece of my team. My name is Demideus, or Demi. It means "Half-God", and I am a Godlike entity on the fields of battle. I am not that intimidating, being six feet tall exactly. I only weigh one-seventy pounds, and I am scrawny, but I have enough muscle on me to kill you, never fear. My light brown hair is often short, for I do not want you to have something to grab in a fight. I wear only tight-fitting shorts and jika-tabi, an item that I find very useful for my fighting style and comfort. However, I must admit the weighted bracers and greaves I wear are also a daily attire. I have not taken them off until they feel weightless. Then I only take them off to add more and heavier metal to them. My chest, black, arms, and legs are heavily scarred and burned, but that is a risk I take and I wear my wounds proudly.
My second name is Vesica, the name of my weapon. Each Master has a weapon they use, one that they are so in tune with, the weapon knows their touch alone and will not work for anyone else. My weapon is a blade of the intent to kill, and I named it Vesica. It is a black colored blade, to avoid reflecting unwanted light. It is a double edged blade that is three feet long. It sits in a baldric on my back, but I hardly ever put it away. It loves my hand, and my hand loves it. I forged it myself when I turned ten. I heard ten was the age long ago that old "trainers" used to get their first Pokémon. It is perversely fitting that I gained my Vesica at this age. Vesica has a detachable blade at its pommel, called a Sgian Dhu. It is a nice, 3 inch long knife I use in a bind, putting it into my off-hand in case of being pressed. I also have become damn accurate with it, but I am loathe to part with it, should I miss and become fatally ruined for it. The Sgian Dhu's name is Occultus.
The last name is my Pokémon's name. He is Nihilus, which translates to "Nothing". I have trained him for over six years, for I have had him longer than even Vesica. He has trained with me, and I with him. But he is not what his name suggests. We have survived due to our undeniable power. Nihilus is a Zangoose, the Cat Ferret Pokémon. He is a titan for his species, being 5'2" and 90 pounds. But on top of his great size and power, Nihilus is a Holograph, formerly known as a "Shiny" Pokémon; instead of having the red bolt on his face and chest, it is an electric blue color, as are his cold eyes.
The three of us are warriors, and we are proud of living in this dark world. The Laws of Pokémon known from all time have been shattered. Death greats all Pokémon and Masters who are uncareful. Also, slain Pokémon offer their souls to the weapon of the Master. If a Pokémon has been killed, the basic form of its power fills your weapon. If your weapon is a gun, for example, and you or your Pokémon has killed a fire type, you now can harness bullets of fire. Ice types can grant you freezing shots, lightning bullets, and even earth-shattering rock bullets. However, it takes a lot of strength and natural skill to wield the power of a Pokémon's soul.
Few can manage this feat. I cannot, but I am not hampered by this. I am powerful enough without such things. I am above those whose Pokémon are of special types or who wield ranged weapons. I chose to dominate a Zangoose for its physical power, not its ranged fire, ice, or water attacks so many favor. I see anything short of physical moves as cowardice. Nihilus understands this as well. Which brings me to the final point of the broken Laws of nature: if a Master has a single Pokémon, which almost every Master does, your minds are capable of bonding. In short, you and it can speak with your minds.
In short, the Pokémon World is a new World. It has been altered by some unknown event referred to as the Revolution. The World follows Laws made by Masters who are in power, but everyone lives by their own Laws. Some of us, well most of us, are nomads, and those who are bold enough to settle in a house in the cities are powerful enough to not care who can find them.
Another thing you should know about this new world are the Erus. The Gym Leaders are now feared and are the names spoken of in hushed tones. To kill one is to take their title and become the Gym Leader. They are not bound to their Gym, or their city. Their power is only bested by the four Ultima. To fight the Ex-Elite Four is to commit suicide. Their power goes beyond any contestation.
This is the new world of the Pokémon. To live is to be a warrior. To die is to be weak. No one is save. If you have a child, you had better protect them, or they will die. The world of Pokémon is now built of death and filled with blood. To live here is to fight. To live here is to be free. To live at all is to be powerful.
Welcome to my World.