This was one of the stories that was listed in the poll, but I decided to write it anyways. Contains three or four OC's, some still yet to come.

Title of Story: Field of Dreams
Disclaimer: I only own Maxine and Wren. Other than that, I own nothing else.
Warning: None.

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There's a legend… The legend says that there is not only one Rayquaza, but a second Rayquaza. However, the second Rayquaza is shiny; it's black and yellow, fierce and fiery. No one has been able to prove this legend to be true or not, but many people have tried and failed. It's mainly because Sky Pillar is such a treacherous tower and no one can get all the way to the top. Now not everyone has tried, only petty fools looking for glory and gold have tried. Scientists are mounting an assault to try, but it hasn't happened yet.

I, however, have done my research, ravaging through my father's personal library, scoring through book after book. It's an endless notion, scoring so many thick volumes, and at one point, I was ready to give up. I had reached the second shelf out of three, and the dust was making me sneeze and cough, as my father had not touched these books in so long. He had only been interested in Kyogre and Groudon, while I myself was ready to delve into the hard study of Rayquaza itself.

With tired eyes I flipped carelessly through the pages, not bothering to look closely. I saw a faded black and white picture and flipped back to the page, gazing in wide-eyed awe at the picture that the page held before me. It was of a darkened Rayquaza, furious eyes glaring back up at me. With two fingers I touched the page and snapped the book shut, shoving it into my backpack. I snapped my fingers and called upon my Houndoom, which looked up at me with dull eyes.

"Assemble the team," I instructed, "we're going to the Field of Dreams." His eyes lit up; I could see the fire returning. This brought a slight smile to my face as I shifted my eyes to the shelf. "I'll have to thank my father for this one later on!" I clapped my hands and yanked my backpack off of the desk, shoving my research papers inside messily. It didn't matter if they were a bit wrinkled; all that mattered was that I reach the field with the glass box and the little scrap of paper.

Houndoom darted off and met me at the front door to my house, where my other pokemon were waiting. I returned them to their pokeballs and let Houndoom stay out; he was usually always at my side anyway. We trekked outside, vaguely noting the pink, purple, and orange streaks of the sky. It was easy going to the field, because no one bothered me as I walked. Houndoom scared them off with his persistent growling, and when your father is a region-renowned criminal, people stay away from you.

I stroked Houndoom's ram-like horns, just to scare people. I didn't want anyone following me to the Field of Dreams. Now I can imagine what you're thinking at this point. "Field of Dreams is a baseball movie!" Am I right? I thought so. And if that's not what you're thinking…well it doesn't matter, because I'll enlighten you, either way. The Field of Dreams is just what the title portrays it to be: A field of dreams. People from far and wide come to this field with boxes in their hands. Inside the box is a little piece of paper with the person's goal on it. Younger children bring pieces of paper that read "to ace my next test" while some older children bring pieces of paper that say "to reach and challenge the Hoenn league champion", you see?

However, my paper reads something much different. My piece of paper, sitting in my little glass box, reads "to find and catch the legendary black Rayquaza".

The other intriguing thing about this field is that people bury the boxes. They put tombstones on the plot where they've buried their box and mark their names on it. My father has a plot, with his name on it. I watched him bury the box, and I distinctly remember him turning to me and saying, "Remember this day, little one. You'll be famous when I'm finished achieving my goal!" Now, of course, he was in jail, and I was actually a very normal, average pokemon trainer. Most people didn't know he was my father, and that's the way I kept it.

Houndoom pawed the dirt and then began to dig, right next to my father's plot. There was already a tombstone set there, with my name engraved on it. I made sure the box was sealed tightly and I put it in the hole as gingerly as possible. My fingers brushed across the slightly damp soil; it had rained the night before and for part of the morning. I gave the motion for Houndoom to cover it up, and my pokemon did so. I patted it down and asked Houndoom to use his tail to help me. I did this mindlessly, blocking out all thoughts. This is what most people did; patted down the plots so that the soil wouldn't wash away when the next rainstorm came in.

"You'll be my partner throughout this journey, won't you?" I asked, patting Houndoom on the head. He licked my hand as if saying "of course" and so we got to our feet. "Now, just to gather our bearings and visit my father, right? Right!" I gave one last fleeting glance at both tombstones and then turned around and began my walk towards the jailhouse, which was a few blocks away. They had built a high-security, high-tech prison in Petalburg city. Surprisingly enough, they were keeping my father there.

Another shocking little tid bit about the prison is that the guards are so well trained that they allow certain visitors. You have to get what most people have dubbed a "season pass" and so this is what I had. I was very familiar with the guards, but they did not speak to me, nor did I speak to them. I routinely visited my father once a day, and Officer Jenny had finally decided that I was not like my father so she let me pass through to the common room without an escort.

I flashed my pass and made it past the first couple of guards, but they had to scan me in at the next door. When I said this was a high-tech, high-security prison, I literally meant it. I came to a small reception desk where the black-haired girl checked my credentials. She was my age, and I was sixteen. Why a sixteen year old was doing this job, I didn't know. She was new to the job, and I think I freaked her out a little bit. "So, you're a criminal's child?" she asked, glancing up at me. I nodded as Houndoom put his paws on the desk and growled in her face for added affect.

"Yup," I replied, making my voice sound dark. That was one thing I got from my father; he and I could sound menacing when we wanted to. "Now, hurry up, or I'll make you go faster." I smirked as she almost fell out of her chair. She hit a few buttons on the keyboard and got me out of there as fast as possible. When the doors slid closed behind me I laughed. I know what I did was pointlessly cruel, but it was fun in some aspect, wasn't it? I continued down the hallway until I reached another door with three guards.

"Maxine," they greeted in unison, voices hard and monotone, like always. The doors slid open and I came into the prison common room. There were guards posted at every door, window, hallway entrance, etc., etc., but most of the prisoners were just mulling around. They knew far better than to test these guards. I looked around before Houndoom walked forward, stopping at a small gray table. And so I saw my father, sitting by himself, as always. Nowadays he was always angry, for the one simple fact…

"Dad…Maxie," I greeted. I often switched between his name and "Dad" because using them both felt better than just sticking to one. Maxie nodded towards the chair so I sat down, like I always did. The reason he was always so angry is because Archie, leader of Team Aqua, got away from the cops. He didn't. But usually he keeps his temper in check, unlike me. I got the short-temper from Mom. Maxie looked over at me, a little surprised, probably because I had visited him earlier that morning.

"What?" he questioned, watching as I fished around in my backpack. I pulled out the book from earlier and put it down on the table. Houndoom put his paws on the edge of the table and looked over at me. I opened the book up; it took me a minute to find the right page. I pushed it towards Maxie. He looked at the page and then looked back up at me, quirking an eyebrow. "The black Rayquaza? What about it?"

"I'm gonna find and catch it. I've got my pokemon," I added, gesturing to my belt, which held most of my pokeballs, and then to the necklace I always wore, which held three of them. "I've done my research." I expected Maxie to do one of two things: 1) tell me that I should've learned from his mistake and that tampering with legendary pokemon can prove fatal or 2) tell me that the black Rayquaza was just a petty myth and that only gold diggers and fools go after it; scientists are even skeptical to try it. He started in on a lecture, instead.

"Maxine," he started, shaking his head the same way he used to when I was a little girl, "if you go after a creature that doesn't exist, you'll just embarrass yourself. There isn't enough proof to even say that there is one, and besides, every book and scroll you read about it is all in code or riddle. Or the Unown language. And how do you expect to scale Sky Pillar? Only scientists have done it, while children rarely try." Correction, dad, I wasn't a "kid" necessarily. I was a sixteen year old with book smarts. "So if you know what's good for you, you'll stay put in Littleroot town." I sighed and nodded, but that didn't mean I wasn't gonna try. I had buried the box in the Field of Dreams, and I was determined to try and prove my father wrong. "I'm just trying to keep you out of trouble."

"Right," I agreed sarcastically. "Like I'll stay out of trouble when my father is a region-known criminal who tried to hijack Groudon. Oh and you just so happened to be in jail! And you couldn't even avoid getting arrested, unlike Archie! You know Archie has a daughter, too, and she's well-to-do, Dad, unlike me, who has a loser of a father!" I hated it when Maxie tried to "keep me out of trouble" because I could do that on my own, and it was in my blood to cause trouble. I'm pointlessly cruel sometimes, what can I say?

Houndoom barked once but before Maxie could chew me out for yelling at him like that, Absol popped out of his pokeball. I looked down at my pokemon; he never came out like that unless something was wrong. He flicked his tail back and forth, part of a code we had established a few years earlier. When he flicks his tail, it means there's a storm coming, when he paws the ground, it means an earthquake of some sort is about to strike, and when he braces himself by widening his stance, it means a windstorm or tornado is coming.

"I gotta go," I told Maxie, turning away. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder (after putting the book away) and returning Absol to his pokeball, I started off. Just as the door slid open, the black-haired girl from the desk appeared there. I gave her the once over, folding my arms across my chest. Her black hair was slicked into a high ponytail, and she had large, round glasses, which she had to push up because they kept sliding down. She wore a white, long sleeve shirt with a gray, argyle sweater vest over it, and baggy, tan cargo pants. She had brown eyes, and as of now, her eyebrows were furrowed in anger.

"Listen…you…you hooligan!" she declared. This caught the attention of many of the prisoners in the common room, so they all turned to look at us. "How dare you, march in here and scare me half to death! I…I know who you are, miss, and just because your dad is Maxie of Team Magma doesn't mean you need to be cruel! All you need is a good therapist!" she said in frustration, pushing up her glasses. "And…I can give you the number to my uncle's brother's cousin's therapist, but only if you'd act in a more polite manner! It's a hard job working that reception desk! Miss Balmer…she's a tough teacher!" She glared at me again. "Now…s-stop being a jerk and get out of here, before I have security escort you out!"

I was furious. I dropped my bag and cracked my knuckles, and the sound made her wince back. "Listen here, girl," I started in, taking a few steps closer. "I don't know who you think you are, but you should back off. I'm the last person you wanna make mad, ya got it?" I held up a fist. Now, I would never beat anyone up. I may be a little on the mean side, but I would never, ever beat anyone up. I only raise my fist to scare people off, and it doesn't always work, unfortunately. "What's your name?"

"W-wren," she replied, pushing up her glasses. She shrank back as I got a little closer. "Please, p-please, I didn't…didn't mean any of it! I was angry," she stammered, stumbling backwards. I stopped short and glanced over my shoulder. Maxie was furious. When Maxie was furious…your best bet was to run. I gave up on the Wren girl, picked up my backpack, and together, Houndoom and I started out, but the guards got us first. The worst punishment for me would be getting chewed out by Maxie. The second worst would be getting thrown out by the guards.

Wren watched as a few security guards appeared and took me by the elbows, dragging me out of the building. I shouted words like "repression" and "this is unfair" but they hauled me out and I was out on the sidewalk, watching the large, wrought iron, electric gates close. I sighed angrily and turned my back on the prison. So much for that endeavor. Who did that Wren girl think she was, anyway? I bet she was a sucky trainer, anyways… A clap of thunder scared me silly, so I took off down the sidewalk, heading for the nearest pokemon center.

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