Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.


Prologue

Ever since I could remember, I have always been alone. Ever since I hatched from my egg, I have been neglected. My life had no meaning, no purpose. That is... until I met him.

He was the first one to come close to me, to see past my fragile and weak appearance. The Professor had advised him to choose another. He merely lifted me as high as he could and proclaimed that I was the "perfect one." I was overwhelmed with joy. My tears rained on his shining face.

The sun had set and with it, weeks passed. I had finally gained the strength to fight, to live. My training was increased in quantity and severity, but I was elated. My body had aged into its final form shortly after. He smiled.

The moon settled along with months. He and I sparred everyday. My strength finally reaching his. He explained to me the importance of keeping an open and clear mind. He taught me in the ways of the aura, of life. I am forever grateful for his guidance.

Those days were wonderful. Amazing in the most epic of proportions. But nothing good can ever last.

They moved in hundreds dressed with an R on their clothes. He and I were caught by surprise and imprisoned. I couldn't believe it. Once again, I had no meaning, no purpose. My life was nothing.

I had lost faith too soon, however. Using his wits and power, he was able to break us free. We ran for what seemed an eternity. He suddenly collapsed and held his stomach. A dark puddle formed beneath him.

"I guess... this is it for me... I'm glad... I met you..*cough*.." I couldn't stop the bleeding. "Do not... blame yourself... remember... to enjoy life... to the fullest..." The light in his eyes was gone. But his smile stayed.

"Goodbye..."

My tears pelted him like bullets. I was the same as I was back then. Alone, but with a purpose.

To avenge him!