Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, it belongs to its intended owner.

Absolute Rule

The Solvma region is regarded to be the most horrible region in the Poke world. Over a third of the region is dry and can barely support human life and another third of the region is covered in forests and mountains that are filled with bloodthirsty Pokemon. Droughts occur frequently in the region, much the disappointment of the region's human inhabitants. But on this one day, a stroke of luck occurred in the Solvma region. A heavy rain poured on the poor town of Chalken.

Or more specifically, the home of a great evil.

September 23, 2349

Much to the joy of the people in Chalken City, a heavy rain, a sign of luck, poured on the usually barren and dry city. But they will have to wait until they can enjoy Arceus' gift. The rain was so heavy that it felt like hail, so the narrow streets were entirely empty. But with the exception of two figures.

One was a young man, approximately 16 years-old. He was sitting on the roadside, letting the rain pelt his skin, each drop felt like a pebble, but also felt like heaven. His clothes, an old shirt with specks of mud and some rips and a pair of very old and worn jeans, were completely soaked through. His hair sopping wet and felt like a wet cloth on his head. If he felt cold and miserable, he didn't show it. His only facial expression was a slight frown. And his black eyes staring at the ground, watching the water flow and gather in the cracks or small crevices on the road.

He was thinking, hard. And the more he thought, the harder he frowned. Clenching his fists slightly, he thought about the events that occurred only a few hours ago, and how he hated those memories.

5 Hours Ago…

"Man, I can't wait till I start my adventure!"

"I know, my Pachirisu all hyped up, just like me!"

"Hey Tony! You want to join me and John?"

"Why? I don't need anyone's help, I'm gonna rise to the top."

The small cafeteria was packed with kids ranging from 10 to 17 and their parents. It was the big night, in that it was the day for the Seniors of the Chalken Pokemon Academy to graduate. A small stage was set at the far end of the room, no doubt for the actual graduation.

To say that the room was loud would be an understatement. It sounded as is two Explouds were screaming to see who would the pack's alpha leader. Parents were talking amongst themselves, wishing others their children good luck or bragging how their child was the best at battling. The kids were talking about their dreams to become the Solvma champion or to surpass the legendary trainers like Red, Blue, and Crystal or to create the best team that could defeat anyone.

As the kids crowded together to share their dreams, one was left out, sitting by a lone table.

"Hey!"

The kid turned, about to tell the kid to piss off until he noticed who it was. His features softened and he offered her a seat.

"You okay Damian?" The girl asked as she sat next to him. She was well dressed for the occasion, a simple white dress with a pair of silver earrings. Her long, silky, black hair flowing past her shoulders and slightly curled. Damian turned his head towards her and simply nodded. He wasn't dressed very well. He was only wearing an old shirt and his jeans, which he had been wearing for the last 3 years.

"Yeah, I'll survive. What about you Vivian?" The girl called Vivian scoffed. "That jackass Tony. He always shows off his "powerhouse" Pokemon. It's not even that good." Damian smiled. It was common knowledge around the academy that Tony was the jock. He was strong, well built, and dumb as a Spinda on drugs.

"Exciting day huh?" Damian asked. "When are you planning on leaving?"

"Probably in two or three days. Just need to get all my supplies ready." Vivian explained. "I really want to get out of this town and explore the Solvma region. Spheal is getting tired of just practicing with rocks."

Damian nodded, absent-mindedly thinking about his own Pokemon. His Pokeball was still on his belt, miniaturized and waiting for Damian to use it.

The sound of Vivian's voice brought him out of his stupor. "So how's your-"

"ATTENTION!"

Vivian and Damian turned around to face the principal of the academy. He was standing on the stage, a microphone in his hand. His voice silenced the room and all eyes were on him.

"Thank you. We will now start the graduation ceremony. Would the students please take their assigned seats on the stage?"

The ceremony was pure bliss for the adults, and pure boredom for most of the kids. Hours of mindless praise and polite jokes made even Damian, the self-proclaimed "the most patient student in all of Selma" was starting to get a bit light headed. Damian and most likely the other graduates were thinking about their future journey in Solvma during most of the talking. Finally, after a rather nerdy kid finished talking about how his Ralts was the smartest one in the academy, the last stretch of the graduation started.

Each student took his or her own diplomacy and a PokeNav for their future travels. Damian was among the last to get his.

"I thank you all for coming here and best of luck to all of our fine graduates. May happy training and battling follow you all." Just after the principal finished, a large flash of lightning occurred outside. The flash illuminated the room for a brief second before all was back to normal.

The parents quickly hurried their children out the academy and back home, knowing that a storm was approaching. Along the way, Damian was looking for Vivian to say his good byes when he bumped into Tony.

"Hey wimp! You looking for the janitor's closet, or should I say your bedroom?" Damian tried his best to ignore the jock, but Tony wouldn't let up. "I bet it smells like piss in there, must be where you get your bathin' water."

"Why don't you and your parents piss off and leave already?" Damian barely yelled. Luckily the room was loud enough that only Tony heard him.

"Aww! Did I make the poor homeless kid cry?" Tony said in a very taunting manner. Just like everyone in Chalken Academy knew Tony was the jock, everyone knew Damian was the orphan. Damian never knew his parents and was found by the principal of the academy, who out of pity gave the boy a small home at the school.

Damian wanted nothing more but to give Tony a punch the face, but he knew that now wasn't the best time. Giving Tony one last glare, he stormed off to his small room in on of the empty classrooms, leaving Tony with the mob of people.

"Fucking Tony and his taunts. Maybe if he never knew his parents and had to wear the same clothes everyday he would lighten up a bit." Damian thought as he walked towards his literal homeroom.

The trek was short and Damian was finally at his room, H-3. The room was once just a storage room, but with the arrival of Damian 3 years prior, the school made the room his temporary room until his graduation. Damian opened his room, expecting to find all his supplies and bed, but was confronted by the Janitor.

The Janitor was sweeping the floor, which was bare. Damian knew exactly what was going on.

"Oh come on!" Damian said. "You can't let me stay for one more night?"

The Janitor shook his head. "Sorry kid, the principal wanted this room to be clean tonight. No exceptions."

"Damn that asshole! I had a hunch he never liked me the day I met him." Damian thought.

"I packed all your stuff for you." The Janitor pointed to a corner in the room. There was Damian's blanket and pillow in a plastic bag, along with his old backpack, which when Damian inspected, contained all the supplies he saved throughout the 3 years he had lived here. A couple of potions, revives, tins of food, extra Pokeballs, and his trusty encyclopedia of Pokemon, the Pokedex.

"So the principal's going to just throw me out like that?" Damian asked as he grabbed his stuff.

The Janitor shrugged. "I guess so. But don't blame me, I just work here." Damian said some more curses under his breath before leaving the room.

When Damian opened the academy's front gate, he was met with a large gust of wind and rain that felt more like ice than regular water. Deciding that he could deal with the weather, Damian ran outside and past the academy gates.

"No one is going to sharing their homes in this kind of weather. Only choice is to find a large tree or make a roof out of rocks." Damian deduced in his mind. Problem was that the closest trees are in the Forlorn Forest, about six miles away from Chalken. Rocks were plentiful, but were much too small to make a proper roof.

"Mommy let me play in the rain." Damian stopped and turned to find a young boy being dragged by his mother.

"No Tommy! You'll get all wet and catch a cold." The mother yelled. Yet the boy still wouldn't listen. Neither of the two knew however that a simple cold was the least of their worries.

Damian noticed first, a gleam of white from the darkness of the night.

"Kid! Get out of there!"

Tommy turned to find a Poochyena charging straight for him. He was scared beyond belief and felt his body being frozen in fear and from the cold. Luckily his mother grabbed him away from the Tackle and Tommy was unharmed.

"Somebody! Somebody please help!"

Damian was not hesitant at all to get into the action. He ran towards the little dog and kicked its side, knocking it down for just a moment. But the Poochyena was a tough little Pokemon and immediately got back up, ready for a battle.

But something wasn't right here. No Poochyena would hunt by all by itself. They're always in packs. That can only mean one thing…

"Ambush!" As if on cue, four more Poochyenas jumped out of the darkness. Each looked menacing and had their canines bared. Their furs were dripping wet and fresh rain slid down their noses.

Damian knew he couldn't take five Poochyenas at one time. He did have his faithful starter, but he didn't want to use it. It was too young and would be slaughtered.

The little dark-type dogs circled their prey, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. After a few moments of silence, the first Poochyena attacked, barely missing Damian's left leg. Another lunged with a tackle, this one hitting Damian in the side. With his breath knocked out of him, Damian wobbled a bit before trying to retaliate. But the Pokemon wouldn't let up. Every lunge, scratch, bite, and tackle either barely missed the new graduate or hit dead on.

Damian was tiring out fast. But out from the rain her heard the mother call out to him.

"You're a graduate aren't you? Use your Pokemon."

Damian was about to answer her when a Poochyena tackled him right in the stomach. He fell right on his back. As he did his hand slammed against his Pokeball, unintentionally opening it. A flash of light came from the ball and Damian's starter Pokemon emerged.

Though Damian went against using his starter, new he had no choice.

"Use Take Down!" The starter understood its trainer and rushed for the nearest Poochyena it could see. The unlucky pup found the starter smash into its head, cracking it open. The pup fell over; its brains on the wet floor and blood splattered everywhere. Its comrades glanced over, wondering if they should retreat.

Damian however was not willing to give his enemies a moment of rest.

"Take Down again! Aim for the alpha male."

The starter's lone eye darted around the darkness, searching for the largest Poochyena. Once it found the alpha, it wasted no time in charging straight for it. The rest of the Poochyenas retreated to a safe distance, leaving their leader with Damian's starter. The alpha barely sidestepped the Take Down and went for a Bite. It only bit air as its much faster opponent dodged and came back with another Take Down. This time the alpha took the attack right in the stomach. It was dead before it even landed more than about five feet away from the crowd. The rest of the Poochyenas, seeing their leader dead on the floor, retreated immediately back into the darkness.

Damian sighed in relief. Normally he would rush to the Pokemon Center to heal his starter, but he had to make sure the mother and her son are okay.

"Hey, you two o-"

"Stay away from us!"

The mother was one her feet already, backing away from Damian slowly, her son behind her. Damian was both frustrated and pissed now. He just saved these two from being dog crap in the near future and this is his thank you.

"Get away from us you killer!" The mother yelled at the new graduate. A few moments of nothing but rain passed before the mother and son ran away. Damian sighed in frustration but made no movement to chase them.

Damian's felt horrible now. Not because of the two pedestrians. He can care less if they start spreading rumors around town. But from the previous battle and that he made his starter fight, something he swore to never do after that fateful day.

He sat on the wet and muddy road, his starter next to him. The rain bounced of its body and fell onto its trainer, its lone eye staring at the rain clouds.

The two had been sitting there ever since. Damian took his eyes off of the ground and looked at the battlefield. The two dead Poochyenas were still there. Their bodies wet with fresh rain and their blood flowing with the water on the ground.

Whether it was the battle or the coldness of the rain and wind, Damian was stating to feel a bit light headed. With his eyes half closed, he fell backwards and his head met with a small pool of water.

"Da Da okay?"

"Yeah," Damian said, eyes closed still. "Yeah Beldum, Da Da's okay."

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