Greetings and welcome to my first fan fic. This is the usual starting statement that I don't own Pokemon, only my characters and my created Pokemon within. No taking of any of them except by my expressed permission.

I accept, and want, feedback of both varieties, as long as it isn't rude.

Thank you and enjoy (hopefully!)

Drakor Region: Prologue

I'll let it show that
I'm not always flying
Come all the way down
And watch me burn
I won't let is show that
I'm not always hiding
So on the way down
I'll watch you burn

Three Days Grace

Three Days Grace

A cold wind whips through a hole in a broken wall. Bodies of countless Pokemon and trainers lay upon the ground of what looks to have been an arena. The trainers on the ground are all dressed in black and the ones that are face-up can be seen having a red "R" on their shirt fronts. Some Pokemon are able to move, all making their way away from the place of destruction.

In the center of the stadium, a young man can be seen standing in the moonlight, looking down on the body of an older man whose lower half is trapped under a steel girder. The body on the ground stirs, coughing up blood from unknown internal damages.

The man on the ground…is Giovanni.

The notorious leader of Team Rocket had been beaten at last, but the heavy number of casualties showed he went down fighting. His Nidoking and Nidoqueen lay collapsed nearby a pile of rubble, a Sceptile and Glalie breathing heavily on the ground across from the Nido pair.

A Donphan landed a powerful Rollout attack upon Giovanni's Rhyhorn, sending the Rhyhorn crashing through another half-wall, and the Rhyhorn didn't get back up. The Donphan gave a feeble trumpet as it stopped rolling and collapsed to the ground, too tired to continue moving.

Giovanni's Kangaskhan can be seen hunched over, protecting her child from the approaching Heracross. The Heracross stops in front of the beaten Kangaskhan and helps her to her feet. Heracross then points to an exit, to which the Kangaskhan departs the arena as quickly as her beaten body would allow.

Giovanni's last remaining Pokemon, Rhydon, is pinned to the ground by a powerful Charizard. The Rhydon thrashes upon the ground, trying to dislodge the Charizard, but Rhydon is too tired from the many battles to do anything substantial. One Fire Blast later and Rhydon is knocked out.

Having heard the sound of a fire burning, Giovanni tried to see where the fire was, but the attempted motion caused him to cough up more blood. Giovanni slowly moves his head to look at the young man in front of him. Giovanni studied the man for a moment, and then a smirk overcame his features.

"So, Ash, you've finally defeated your old man." Giovanni said, amidst occasional coughs of blood. The young man's eyes softened for a moment, then resumed their formal visage of anger. "Your mother never did tell you, did she?" Another cough of blood followed the statement, yet Ash didn't move. "I don't blame her; she didn't want me to do this in the first place." More silence from Ash.

A Pikachu slowly appeared from behind a pile of bricks, the paw and tail of a Persian lying limp behind him. The Pikachu walked over to Ash and stood next to him, leaning slightly against Ash's leg.

A smirk came across Giovanni's face as he looked at Pikachu. "It is, after all, only fitting that the Pokemon that I sent for you to have be the one to end it, wouldn't you agree?" Giovanni questioned his silent son, and then went into another fit of coughing.

Ash looked down his dying father, pity entering his heart. "Yes, it is," was all Ash had to say, and then he turned and nodded to Pikachu. "Only if you have enough power, my long-time friend."

Pikachu slowly nodded, then stepped towards Giovanni, sparks emitting from his cheeks, and his tail rigid behind him.

Giovanni almost smiled as he saw the electricity from Pikachu rush towards him.

"Thank you, my son."