Welcome all!

This is my first Fanfiction that I've posted on this site. However, I've been posting fanfictions for different shows and such on different sites for years. Those have all ended, so you don't have to read them (I don't think they're very good anyways).

Now I need to just explain a couple of short notes before I get on with the story. The story shifts between different POV's. However, I've marked them with the necessary symbol to represent when one POV ends and another begins.

This is also an Advanceshipping fic. This means that it's Ash/May. So if you don't like advanceshipping, then GO AWAY! I don't want any flames clogging up the reviews, so just keep it to constructive criticism for now.

Anyways, I've written over several chapters for this story anyways, but I will be posting the next chapter once every Monday, because my schedule is hell to live with. So unless something happens, stay tuned every Monday!

Now then. On with the show!

Chapter 1: Rays of Light

Dawn approached fast, beams of sunlight piercing the trees below its gaze. It was a particularly beautiful day, which was for certain. But as was tradition for Hoenn, and pretty much everywhere in the Pokémon World, there was new discoveries to uncover and new trails to blaze.

For 4 certain individuals, this was almost certain to come true. They were still sleeping, unaware that the day had begun. Ash Ketchum, self-proclaimed 'Best Pokémon Trainer in the World', was snoring away like a beast in his sleeping bag. It was surprising that his companions were able to sleep. Especially his best friend.

Pikachu was actually half-asleep, half his conscience asleep and the other alert. The yellow mouse had developed this technique through the repeated attempts during the night to capture him by Team Rocket. You may think that Pikachu was like any other normal Pokémon, but surprisingly enough, this wasn't the case. Pikachu was a special Pokémon, capable of many things that no one else could even think possible. How this was to be, no one knows, except possibly for Professor Oak. But that's another tale.

Beside the aspiring 15 year old boy and his Pokémon was one of his good friends Brock. The tanned 18 year old was a smart one. Due to his maturity, he knew when things should go their way or when to intervene. The wisest of the bunch, his cooking prowess was a sight to behold. Especially for his companions, who are always eager for a meal. However, his true passion was for breeding. And not that kind of breeding, you sick pervert! I mean the kind of breeding Pokémon, making them stronger and happier. This was his dream. And despite always leaving for his own errand or another, Brock has a tendency to always join Ash on his next adventure, wherever it may be.

Next on the list was the only human girl in the group. May Maple was in a deep sleep. She was currently wearing a special set of clothing used solely for sleeping. However, during the day she usually wore red and black running shoes with white bottoms, with black socks and black shorts that hugged her upper legs. Oddly enough, she had an infinite supply of a red skirt, with a white stripe running up the center of it all the way to the neck of her red blouse. Her fanny pack was green coloured, as was her bandana. Her red blouse ended at her neck, featuring a black collar similar to the red one in her previous fashion statement, although this one was folded down, appearing more formal. This new top had no sleeves, leaving her arms bare up to her gloves, which had black fingers with white palms, but with an opening on the back, which revealed fair white skin.

However, despite her fair and warm appearance, she was a complex individual. She has repeated mood swings, going from a sensitive, nice, kind, and happy person, to a raging fiend that could crush a glass with her bare hands if provoked.

And last on this ridiculous biography of sorts is Max Maple, little brother of 10 years of May. Max, however, due to his prepubescent state of life, was easier to read, albeit less understanding of the many complex situations regarding relationships of the group. However, his is more technical of life, and is therefore very smart in some situations, though he isn't really confident in his abilities as a trainer just yet.

In just a few minutes since the sun had come up, the previously dark and lightless clearing where the 4 were sleeping was suddenly illuminated with yellow light, signalling the 4 to get the hell up.

Brock was the first to rise, as was his tradition since leaving Pewter City to join Ash. His eyes were suddenly exposed to the sun's rays, blinding him. A groan escaped his lips, and he brought a hand to his face, covering his eyes while he got up from his sleeping bag. Confused at the unexpected bright light, thoughts started running through his head. The most prominent one of them all was:

Am I dead?

However, the Pokémon breeder was not dead. As a lone cloud had suddenly sprouted from out of nowhere, it had the strange thought of blocking out the sun for reasons that only it knew and could not be comprehensible to other that could talk to clouds (and who did? NO ONE!) As the cloud blocked out the sun, the area started to become dimmer, and Brock could finally see. He sighed with relief as he found out that he was not walking towards the light.

"Ah well. I can't die anyway. Who will feed Ash and May?" He chuckled to himself. He turned to his backpack, and fished out a pan, box of matches, and a carton of eggs. It was handy to keep some food around. Especially when you're a great deal of a distance away from the nearest town.

Brock took the materials that he had taken out, and glanced at the campfire, which was nothing more than just burnt out sticks. He placed the pan with the carton of eggs on top of it a distance away from the sticks, and got up to full height. He started looking around the clearing, looking for something that he had specifically placed near the trees for the morning. He looked North, though he didn't know he really looking that way, and finally noticed what he was looking for. It was a pile of firewood that he had conserved for breakfast.

Unfortunately for the Gym Leader, the path to the sticks was blocked by the sleeping bodies of Max, May and Ash. Brock slapped his forehead (which will from now on be known as facepalming) and proceeded to tiptoe his way towards the firewood.

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Meanwhile, not far from where the group was camping out, a lone figure was running through the dense forest. He was in rough shape, the spoils of trying to avoid the two crime syndicates of Hoenn from mauling you into pieces. He was tired. Very, very tired. He had been running for a day and a night, not knowing when to stop.

He finally decided to stop running, and he started to slow down to a jog. His deceleration brought him close to a huge oak tree. He finally managed to bring himself to a stop beside the tree. He placed a hand on the trunk, while leaning down; trying to recover from the ordeal he was just through. He sighed as he took off his backpack and placed it on the ground.

He brought his free hand to his waist, which was holding a set of 6 poke balls. He took out the one that was closest to him, and he tossed it onto the ground. The capsule opened, and red light suddenly shone from it. The energy that was contained in the ball suddenly sprang out, and hit the ground beside it.

The energy started to take shape. At first glance, it looked like a messed-up cat, but then it started to materialize into its full form. There wasn't much to describe it, other than that it had a red body, and thick white fur on its face, head, neck and tail. Its eyes were like big black beads, with a dot of white for pupils. As soon as it had materialized, it spouted out a red flame, which started to float around its head.

The boy rolled his eyes. "Flareon, this is no time for jokes. Help me out here. I'm dying of exhaustion. Can you stand guard while I rest?"

Flareon nodded. Of course the Pokémon understood what his friend said. The two had a very close bond, as the boy's first Pokémon was an Eevee. However, it had wanted to evolve into something better, and it stole a firestone, and therefore evolved into a Flareon, even after the boy's objections.

The boy sighed, relieved. He laid his back against the big oak tree, and slid down to the ground, after taking off his backpack. He sighed, and silently nodded off to sleep.

Flareon then walked up to his friend's feet, and turned around, sitting down. He just stared in front of him, relying on his inner instincts to help him guard the area.