This Is a Fanfiction based off of Pokemon Red Rescue team. It occurs after the original storyline. If you have not played the game don't worry the story will still make sense for you the game merely serves as the main characters past. All that is important to know for the story is that Michael was once a human who was turned into a Pokemon and in the end he chose to remain a Pokemon and give up his human life after destroying the falling star that threatened to annihilate his world. Yet, his efforts to be a hero are in vain as the other Pokemon see him as unnatural. The story might be a bit slow at first, but if you can read on I promise you will enjoy it. The first few chapters in this story mainly set the stage for the rest of the story. The story is separated into three parts which occur at major turning points in the story, each Part has its own storyline and plot that is closely connected with the story. Note: The symbol means a change in time or setting, which I am revising to say the current POV and time, yet I have not completed this yet.

Without further ado, may I present...

PART ONE

"Every story, every masterpiece, begins with something simple that sets the stage for so much more."

"THE CHRONICLES OF

LEGENDARY EEVEE

Chapter 1: Beginning

Sorrow blanketed the area, as thick as the putrid smell of ash and death. Huge columns of black smoke still rose to blot out the sun, drenching the area in an unnatural gloom. Amidst all this, a spectral white figure accompanied by an aged Medicham carefully picked their way through the gruesome scene, careful not to disturb the numerous bodies upon the ground both human and Pokemon.

"All this, because of him, to think that it would lead to this." solemnly said the Gardevoir.

"The Trinity shall come to bear darkness, accompanied by destruction and death upon death." replied the old psychic type sage, leaving the Gardevoir to ponder what he meant. There was this lingering feeling left in the air after the carnage, a feeling that sent shivers down anyones spine and promised only more bloodshed to come. The very air itself seemed polluted with this otherworldly, demonic feeling of doom.

The pair continued to survey the scene, existing in this vision of the future only through their power. All of this had yet to happen, yet the carnage and sorrow felt indistinguishable from reality, the vision was so vivid. The world was deathly silent, the kind of foreboding silence before a great and terrible storm. They stopped in front of one body in particular. One the Gardevoir recognized and let out a gasp.

"Is there truly no one who can prevent this, no one who can stop it." she cried

"The future is never set in stone. Even what you or I might see can be changed by the smallest of actions."

The body the Gardevoir had recognized was the small brown fox-like body of an Eevee, one they both knew very well. The Eevee's black eyes still stared out unblinking in death, consumed by a deep sorrow and anguish. His wounds were vastly different than the others they had seen. The cause of his death appeared to be largely internal, muscles shredded from over exertion in the heat of battle and numerous gashes covered the body with an oily red. Yet, the body was still unmistakably recognizable despite this.

The Eevee I was seeing in the dream was me.

I shot awake as if someone had attacked me, looking frantically around to prove that the carnage I had seen was just a dream. The smell, the horrible feeling in the air, it had all been so real it was terrifying. My ears swiveled around frantically picking up every little sound from the call of a Hoothoot to the gentle wind outside, searching for any signs of trouble. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, I took a deep breath to calm myself down and got up from the floor. In the middle of the night, I had rolled off the soft straw bed I always slept on. Tail still drooping with sleepiness, i curled up on the bed and tried to return to the peace of sleep.

"What was that dream"

Before, I had strange dreams in which Gardevoir had appeared to me and reveled to me what I was, ultimately leading to my role in saving the world from a falling star. I had not seen Gardevoir in my dreams since I had chosen to come back after the fallen star had been destroyed, which made her sudden presence all the more foreboding. This dream, with its dark feeling, was totally unlike any I had before. I had been a whole year since I had had any kind of dream predicting anything, I had believed that my role was over and I would live a normal life again except as a Pokemon. Opening one eye a crack, I found to my dismay it was about an hour before dawn. Yawning deeply, I wondered if I was going to get any sleep before morning arrived and Sparky woke me up to get our work done.

Θ Later that day Θ

It was just another boring mission, same old story. Some idiot thought it would be so cool to venture into Western Cave, then got himself lost and his family came crying to us for help. I was seriously considering leaving him there for a few days to teach him a lesson. It got so irritating sometimes how everyone thought they could be so careless and rely on people like us to get them out of every situation.

"Out client should be in this area" stated Sparky in a mock military fashion, walking right beside me with his lightning bolt shaped tail waging happily, at least someone was enthusiastic. The glowing moss provided enough light to see in the dark underground cave as we traveled through it. My paws were already soaking wet from all the dripping water in the cave, and I was still somewhat tired from my restless sleep. Letting out a yawn, I readjusted the strap on my shoulder that held the toolbox.

"You want me to carry it for a bit" Sparky offered, trying to break the silence.

"I'm fine, it is not that heavy" I said, not helping much to contribute to the conversation. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk I was simply tired from my disturbed sleep. It felt like I had not slept at all thanks to that nightmare. Sparky appeared to be in deep thought for a few moments when he suddenly asked,

"Do you ever have any regrets? You know, about choosing to come back and remain a Pokemon rather than return to being a human?"

"Sometimes..." I said, trailing off. The question had caught me off guard and brought up an interesting point. Things had not exactly turned out like I thought they would when I had made my choice. At the time, I was happy to be able to remain in this world as an Eevee, yet that feeling that I didn't belong here never faded, nor would the townspeople let me forget that I was not natural. Before Sparky could respond, the hallway opened up to revel a large room.

Curled up in a ball and crying in the corner of the room was the Teddiursa we had been sent to find. A Machoke was stalking up on the normal type threateningly with a feral grin on its face. Springing into action, I dropped the cumbersome tin box and cleared the distance with a quick attack, striking the bulky fighting type headfirst in the chest, causing him to stagger back a bit as it focused on me. I nimbly jumped to the side to evade a Karate Chop aimed at my forehead.

A bolt of lightning shot from behind me and connected with the Machoke. While it was temporarily stunned by the violent electrocution, I focused energy to my tail, causing to to glow with a metallic sheen. Spinning around, I knocked its feet out from under it with Iron Tail. The fighting type crashed to the floor, smacking its head against the unforgiving stone floor, knocking it out cold.

I turned towards the terrified Teddiursa who was still pathetically sobbing in a corner. Putting on a friendly smile, I moved to comfort it, but it ran towards Sparky instead, barreling into him with a tackle-hug, purposefully ignoring me. Seeing out client unharmed, I lead the pair back the way we came to exit the dungeon. The Teddiursa always made sure to avoid my eyes, staying behind Sparky as all times. I knew why everyone acted this way towards me, I was somewhat used to the ostracizing by now. They saw me as different because of what I was, and they always acted like this, despite the fact that I had just saved its life. Instead, I looked forward as I lead us out of the cavern, trying to hide the frustration building in me.

Θ

After saying goodbye to the thankless Teddiursa who had simply left as soon as he could, we decided to call it a day and head back to home. Sparky, the Pikachu was as energetic as always, setting a brisk pace home with a smile on his face. I however, simply walked alongside him deep in thought. Noticing I wasn't saying anything, Sparky said,

"That was a close one wasn't it?" he said, desperate to start a conversation.

"I guess" said I said uninterested. I didn't mind my partner probing, I just didn't feel like talking right now, and it wasn't because I was still tired. Then again, if I couldn't talk to Sparky, who else did I have to talk to, he was my only friend in this world. The only person who would bother to listen to me because I was a human inside. Even the people I saved were glad to desert me the insant they made it to safety, forgetting totally how I saved their life just earlier.

"Aww, what's wrong Michael?" Sparky inquired

"I don't know, I guess I am just bored of all this. At first there was always something happening or a place we had not explored, but we have done everything. Nothing really appeals to me like it use to. Sparky, what keeps you cheerful all the time when you do the same thing every day" I said.

"I love being a rescuer, I could do it every day for the rest of my life and never say a word. But you are right, sometimes it's same old story same old rescue, same old person saying thank you a million times. Also you didn't look that good this morning did you not get a good nights sleep or something?"

"I had a vivid nightmare" I confessed

That stopped Sparky dead in his tracks. He turned abruptly and said "Did you see Gardevoir, what did you learn" he prodded.

"I saw her but she wasn't talking to me, It's kinda difficult to describe." I complained

What do you remember?" questioned Sparky.

"Death." I answered simply.

Sparky muttered an "Oh" and continued walking, deciding it was better not to pry. He probably had nightmares that he never wanted to talk about as well. Then again, he would probably end up talking about it anyways. He always was more talkative than me. Always trying to find a way to cheer me up these days.

Ever since the event with Gengar, everything lost meaning to me. What was the point in anything anymore? Sparky had been there to witness what had happened and was always trying to break me out of my depression, but never succeeded. It was the one biggest failure of my life and I would never forget what had happened, what I had done to him. Sometimes I still saw that look of betrayal in his eyes at the end. What I had been forced to do was unforgivable in my mind, Sparky forgave me, but I couldn't forgive myself for it, not ever.

Before long we stood in front of the rescue team base, ironically shaped like an Eevee's head.

"I am off to find out more of a rumor I heard. You have a good night Michael, and try to get some sleep you look exhausted" yelled Sparky as he ran off back to Pokemon Square.

I watched Sparky go and yawned deeply and made my way to the house. These days it was only Sparky that still called me by my human name. Everyone else referred to me simply as 'that one Eevee' if they bothered to talk about me, not that I had a problem with that as I was an Eevee. It was strange, as if my uniqueness was starting to fade and I was becoming just as normal as any other Pokemon. Yet, I would never really be truly accepted here, I was a Pokemon who was really a human deep down. That distanced me from the others. They would never let me forget that. They didn't outwardly show their opinion towards me, but I could tell that I was not a part of them. Sparky was my only true friend here.

My only family.

That made concealing what I knew from him all the more painful, I had not told him everything.

The death the dream had shown was his own.

Not much action in this chapter, but there will be plenty as the story moves. His name is Michael because it is an ordinary name, after all he used to be an ordinary human before Fate put him on the path he was chosen to follow. Like any good story, not everything is revealed in the first chapter, what would be the point in that.

Important: The Gengar event mentioned earlier in the story IS NOT the one where Gengar brings you back to life. It is a much sadder, and darker event.

Review, if you didn't like something in the story or if you think there is something I could do better tell me, I love to hear from reviewers. I will respond to all reviews in only a few days.

Read on to continue the epic story, next time with Chapter 2: The Temple and the Door.