Hello and welcome to my first Fanfiction story. Just a warning, this story isn't about ash or any of his friends (sorry), but about my OC, named Conlan Ketchum. The rest of the changes to the world are explained later.

Chapter 1

"Good morning Conlan! Are you going to Oak's lab?"

"Yes, Mrs. Grey. I think he's going to give me a Pokémon."

"Well, good luck Conlan. Have fun and write often. I want to know all about your adventure."

I smiled, nodded to Mrs. Grey, and kept walking. I was the orphan of Pallet Town, and many of the women there would be sad to see me go, since I did most of the odd jobs they couldn't do themselves. Mrs. Grey had been especially nice to me when my mother died. My mother died when I was only eight, stricken with a disease that few recovered from. My father, a mysterious professor who worked with Professor Oak, had been driven almost mad with grief and set off on a voyage of discovery to the other regions to flee from the painful memories. He never came back. I was left alone, and soon moved in with Professor Oak, who was like a grandfather figure to me. All the townspeople were sympathetic as well, excepting one. Kane Oak, the Professors grandson, had decided that he didn't like me from the start, and was as antagonistic as he could be. He didn't, however, take after his grandfather and was almost never in the lab, which was why I particularly enjoyed the times when professor Oak would stick his head out of the lab door and call to me,

"Conlan, you have to come in and see this!" When I got there he always had some new and exciting discovery he had made, and I was excited every time he would whip something from behind his back, or throw the sheet off of some new machine. He was thrilled that someone was taking so much interest in his work, since Kane showed little interest in what was going on in the lab and had few prospects for taking it over after his grandfather retired. I turned left down a street and kept walking. I had gotten a message earlier in the day from the professor, telling me to meet him in the lab later that afternoon. I saw the lab ahead, and walked up to the door. As I reached to pull the handle a hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me away from it.

"Out of the way. I'm going in first!" a voice snapped from behind me. Kane pushed open the door, and strode inside. I just rolled my eyes and waited a few seconds before going in.

"And don't think I didn't see what just happened at the door. Before you ask to travel with me, try gaining some manners!" a voice snapped. I stopped and took stock of the room. Kane was standing across in front of a young woman I had never seen before. She had long brown hair, a slight physique, and fiery green-grey eyes. A young man with dark brown skin and even darker eyes looked on, leaning forward as if to intervene any second, but was holding himself back. Professor Oak stood behind a table, wringing his hands in nervousness. I thought about coughing, then decided that I would probably end up protecting Kane if I intervened.

"But Ms. Juniper-" started Kane, but the woman cut him off.

"Don't 'Ms. Juniper' me, Mr. Oak. You have my answer, now stop talking."

'Ok, guess that's that,' I thought, then cleared my throat. The two of them started, and turned to look at me.

"Is this a bad time? Cause I can leave," I said, smirking.

"Why don't you," Kane sneered. "We'd be better off."

"Now Kane," intervened Oak. "I called you both here for a reason. Conlan will not leave, that's final." He turned to me and said "Glad you could make it. Now that we're all here, we can start." He waved to the table. I looked closer and saw three poke balls on it. "Kane and Conlan, you have reached the age where I give you Pokémon and you go out into the world on your adventure." He then indicated the young woman and young man. "Neria Juniper and Elan Birch have travelled from their respective regions to start their journeys here instead of their home regions. I decided to have you four set out together." He indicated the table again. "Ms. Juniper and Mr. Birch, would you please step up and pick your Pokémon?" Neria looked over the table, then picked up one. Elan did the same. "Kane, it would seem you get this one," said professor Oak. Kane picked up his and walked a few paces off. I looked at the now bare table.

"Um, professor? There are no Pokémon left."

"Great. The loser doesn't have to go with us," Kane sneered before Oak could respond. 'Please say no,' I thought. 'Don't make Kane's day.' Oak smiled, then pulled a poke ball out of his lab coat.

"No Kane, Conlan will be going with you. You obviously didn't hear me say you four. And do you really think I would leave out my most apt student?" he asked, then handed me the ball. "This is Evee," he said. "I just recently got him, and I've done all the studying I can in the lab. I want you to take him with you and train him." He smiled. "But please update me if anything interesting happens." I smiled back. He gave us poke balls and Pokedexs as well, telling us how they work and what he wanted us to do. "Now adventurers," he said. "Let your journey begin!"

As we exited the building, I heard Kane make another attempt at convincing Neria to go with him.

"Ms. Juniper, you can't be serious about travelling with a person in less station than yourself. Travel with me, the grandson of the greatest professor of this generation. You won't be bored then." Neria looked at him in incredulity.

"This is a free world, Mr. Oak. If I want to travel with a young trainer who, according to your grandfather, spends more time in the lab than out of it, I will. And I have serious doubt as to the fact that I will be bored in his company." She flicked her hair and walked off. I chuckled as he turned towards me.

"Don't think you can cut in on me Conlan," he growled. "She'll come around and see why I'm in every way your superior." I just grinned for a second.

"If your every way my superior, then you won't mind facing me in a Pokémon battle." "My pleasure," he replied.

"Ok, Evee, show him how it's done!" I shouted, throwing up my poke ball. A fox like Pokémon materialized, and looked around him with evident interest. He then focused on Kane with a glint in his eye.

"Ok Squirtle, they challenged, let's beat them into the ground!" shouted Kane as he threw up his poke ball. A turtle standing on two legs materialized and looked warily at Evee.

"Ok Evee, use tackle!" I called. Evee sprinted across the gap between him and Squirtle and knocked him over linebacker style.

"Squirtle, use scratch!" said Kane. Squirtle reached up and used his claws to rake Evee's flanks.

"Evee, use tackle again!" I called. Evee got up off of him, backed up a few feet, then charged Squirtle again.

"Squirtle, use scratch!" Squirtle did it again.

"Evee, use tackle again!" I shouted. Evee repeated his move.

"Squirtle, use tail whip!" called Kane. I shook my head.

"Your funeral. Evee, use tackle one more time!" Evee backed up and hit Squirtle again. When he got up, Squirtle didn't move.

"Squirtle has been rendered unconscious. Conlan and Evee are the winners!" called professor Oak from the sidelines. He had come out to watch right after the battle had started.

"Nice job Evee!" I said, and reached down to pet him.

"Impossible," raged Kane. "I picked the wrong Pokémon!"

"No," replied Neria, who had also come to watch. "Conlan was better than you." I nodded.

"If your Pokémon is about to faint, don't go for a move that isn't going to take out the other Pokémon faster," I advised. Kane just waved his hand.

"I don't need your advice. I'll show you next time, when my Pokémon is stronger." He turned and stalked off down the path toward the next town. I shook my head then turned to professor oak.

"Nice job Conlan," he said.

"Yes, he sure put Kane in his place," remarked Neria.

"Thanks guys," I replied. Neria came a bit closer.

"Conlan, how would you like to travel with us?" I raised my eyebrow. "You don't have to if you don't want to," she hastily amended.

"Why wouldn't I? Sure I'll come," I replied. "This way to the first gym."

So what do you think? Like it? Love it? Hate it? Please leave a review to tell me along with any constructive criticism.

Thanks,

The Witch King