Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.

A/N: Hello there and welcome to my first fanfiction! I hope you enjoy it!

Anyways, read on and enjoy!

"Speech"

'Telepathy'

Chapter 1- Training

In the middle of a peaceful scenery, fighting could be heard. There were two people who were combating each other. One was an old man, aged about 50. He had a small beard and covered up most of his body with a large cloak. He also wore a blue hoodie-jacket hybrid and jeans, but most of the time, that was covered by the cloak. White stripes ran into each other, leaving the blue part to a triangle. A hollow, red triangle was placed in the middle. A simple desert cap covered his eyes.

The other combatant was simply a 12 year old kid. He wore all of the same type of clothes, except the cloak and desert cap. His blue hair was short and spiky, and his eyes were dyed with a deep, oceanic blue. His body build was like any other average kid at his age. However, his situation was different from many others as he was getting pummeled with volleys of punches and kicks.

The child put his arms up in a desperate defense, but the older man simply kicked him to the ground. He struggled to pick himself off the forest grass. Every single muscle in his body yelled for him to stop stressing them, and his uniform was littered with bruises, scratches, and blood stains. Nevertheless, he jumped back up and continued with his practice. He ran close to try to execute an uppercut, but the older of the two grabbed the punch and started to twist his arm. The child cried out in pain, but the man showed no emotion. Finally, he let go and shoved him into the ground. Hard.

The man sighed. "Listen Blu, if you're ever going to be good at anything, you need to at least beat me in a simple battle."

The child simply grunted and pulled himself up. He knew better than to argue back.

"Now look at my eyes," the man demanded.

"But Dad…" Blu complained. Before he could even start, he received a hard, invisible slap on his face. Blu never knew where it came from. It just did.

"Don't call me that," the man grumbled.

Blu rolled his eyes. "Fine. Sky, who do we even bother with this? Why do I even have to call you by your name? You're my father for Arceus sake!" the blue haired kid ranted.

Sky winced again and gave Blu another invisible slap. He should've known better.

"YOU WILL NOT USE OUR CREATOR'S NAME IN VAIN!" Sky shouted, loud enough to send several flying type Pokémon fleeing from their roosts.

Blu simply closed his eyes, sat down, and sighed. He found himself searching through his memories again; a flashback, as Sky would call them. Five years ago, he had awoken on the forest floor. He had no idea where he was, not even inkling. The man, now known as Sky, simply took him in and raised him until he was 10. Everything was peaceful then. There was no need to fight. However, during the next two years of his life, all he saw was practice and drilling through various training situations from sunrise to midnight. That was what had happened every day since then, stopping only to eat and rest. Throughout the years that Sky had raised him, Blu had determined that Sky was very religious and strict on some occasions, such as if something was done wrong. However, he could also be kind.

Finally, he replied. "I understand, Sky…" Blu said in a barely audible whisper.

Sky sighed and softened his gaze. "You wish to know what your past is, correct?" The question caught Blu somewhat off guard. Sometimes, he was just sure he was using his psychic power to read his mind and surprise him. He could always counter with his own psychic, but the situation probably wouldn't turn out to be the best.

"Yes," Blu replied eagerly, barely able to wait. Sky always told the most interesting stories.

"No, Blu, I will not be telling you a story," Sky told him sternly, much to the child's disappointment. "You will experience it yourself tonight when you sleep." Blu was dumbfounded. How would he be able to find his past in his sleep? He spread his body over the grass and stared at the moon. Once again, it was the start of the cycle again- a new moon. Perhaps that had something to do with it?

After a moment, the two got up from their moon gazing and started towards the little wooden cottage Blu called home. As he walked, he thought about his own life. All the time he had known, he had never seen another person other than Sky. Several times, he tried talking or playing with some of the nearby Pokémon that lived in the trees and bushes near the house, but Sky would always catch him. He had been told that interacting with them in any way was strictly prohibited. Blu never understood why all the rules had to be so strict, but he simply followed them, knowing it was easier to follow along than to argue against the tide. Many mysteries still surrounded, however. What was life like in the outside world?

He would find out. One day…

He smiled again as his guardian tucked him into his bed and wished him good dreams. Blu smiled, knowing that he would be right.

However, all he received was the opposite as darkness began to spread in the world.