A/N: Uhhh, I know as much as you do about what's going to happen in this story, I'm just not sure. About what? I don't know…

The first part of the prologue will be from the main characters point of view. This is so because you can get a feel for them before the actual story begins. And also because this is really just to set up the plot.

"Elite of the Elite" is rated "T" for blood & gore, death, and possibly intense romance. May soon be rated "M" for later chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, I just own a copy of the games. I do, however, own most parts of this story. I dot not own the characters Lynnie Maple, Ren Mason, or Gin Shinu. They are owned by Orangen of I do not own Ash Ketchum, which is owned by the Pokemon Company.

The Elite of the Elite

It's been 500 years sense Team Galactic overran the Pokemon World... And their have long been stories about people called "Pokemon Trainer" who would travel great distances in search of Pokemon to catch and train. However, these stories are so shrouded in mystery that most dismiss all of them. I believe in these stories. It amazes me that they used to actually TAME POKEMON! There are even stories of Pokemon making rescue teams.

The stories tell that Team Galactic first attacked a group called Team Rocket. They were said to be the weakest team of gangsters ever, but they sure weakened Team Galactic. Though Galactic won, their numbers were cut down drastically. The only reason the beat the Go-Rock Squad, Magma, and Aqua was because they had implanted members.

Like I said before, Team Galactic has ruled the world for 500 years. Now the year is 2508, January, and Galactic must be stopped…

The last trainers, the one who fought Team Galactic and nearly won, the ones who wiped out half of the enemy, they were called the "Elite of the Elite". They were Ash Ketchum, Saul Cautum, Lynnie Maple, Ren Mason, Gin Shinu, and Pyke Pyre. They were quite unusual trainers, Masters more like it.

Pyke Pyre with his Umbreon, Evritt, and Lapras, Sprea, would attack at night and usually across water. Gin Shinu did best at night with her Sneasel, Midnight, and Scizor, Theriolt. They were the quickest of everyone. Ren Mason had a shockingly powerful Raichu named Petro, who's short temper would give Ren an advantage in battle. Saul Cautum had a Mudkip called Kip and a powerful Mightyena name Yena, they were tough on defense. Lynnie Maple and her Swampert, Skipper, were unbeatable!

The most powerful of them was Ash Ketchum. His Pikachu, Bulbasaur, Squirtle, and Charizard could handle any match, any place, any time.

The ones I follow most of all are the stories of Pyke Pyre and Lynnie Maple. And I have wanted to join them with my name in the "Elite of the Elite". That is my dream.

Ever sense I was six, when my Grandfather first told me about the stories, I have tried to make the "Pokeball" that he gave me work. A Pokeball is what Trainers used to catch Pokemon. No one believes me that the Pokeball really is like the one from the legends. Not even my father.

My best friends in the world, Nate, Bekki, and Kayla, don't even believe me. But they tried to help me as much as they could to get the ball working. But that was seven years ago. I hadn't seen any of them sense I was eleven. No, I didn't move away, I ran away.

The last day I ever saw any of my friends or family was January 25, 2501. I was eleven then, and though I don't remember much of it, I have never forgotten that day…

-Flashback-

"You've really made up your mind, haven't you? Your really running away…"

Ace Omega put his hands atop his friends. They were both sitting on a log with their legs on either side, facing each other. Kayla sighed, at her friend's news. He was going to run away, but wouldn't offer an explanation.

"Listen, I don't have a lot of time, but I've got to go, okay? I promise one day I will tell you…but one day I'm going to tell you, and show you, okay?"

The girl simply sighed. (This was a bigger blow to her than I remember. But seven years can kind of blur memories. It was a long time ago.) "Okay," was all the girl said.

The eleven-year-old boy just took his hands off of hers and ran home.

Moments later at his house, he burst open the door to get his back pack he had packed full of the things he'd need to start surviving on his own. When he arrived up stairs he grabbed the bag and the device he had found on an excavation trip of his. From stories his Grandfather used to tell him, he had known it was called a Pokegear. He had repaired it and was learning how to use the different parts of the device.

He slipped it into the bag and headed down stairs.

The boy grabbed the door know, prepared to head out before his father returned home. But before he could walk out the door, something grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, "Where do you think your going?"

Ace looked up to see his father staring down at him. "What are you doing home early?" The boy said, trying to hide the fear that he may not be able to get out of the house.

"I got off work early, now what about what I asked you?"

He sighed and tried to size up to his father, "I am running away, duh. I am tired of you not believing the stories that Grandpa used to tell. They were amazing, and I'm going to uncover there secrets. I will find out how trainers like Pyke Pyre and Lynnie Maple worked to beat Team Galactic. Imagine how life would be without them ruling."

The man just stared.

"I'm going you fix the Pokeball."

(It was blurry for me after that. Somehow I got away, but I don't know how.)

-End Flashback-

And that's all I remember of that day. I don't remember everything, but I've never forgotten. That's just how it works.

And so for six years out of the seven I've been away, I worked on the Pokeball. And it worked…