All right guys, this is my first fic so I need your help. This story is going to be the first in a series that will span into Kanto, Seveii Islands, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh. Possibly Unova but not sure. This story has three new characters who will set out to become Pokemon masters. They will travel together and fight rivals, team rocket, gym leaders, and more. Some romance in the first arc but the story will mostly be about development, romance will evolve later I promise. Still, I might have a little in this one. I will not have Ash in this story because I have red instead. I'm open to ideas so review and let's get started.

I don't own anything.

All right guys here we go. Lets meet our first main character.

Chapter 1 The Hero's beginning

Patrick enjoyed his life. Today was his birthday and he had turned fourteen years old. Things were good. He had a father who respected him and a mother who loved him. He was a modest height of 5' 5" and about 130 lbs. He wasn't huge but he was not light either. He had short brown hair and green eyes. He liked the ocean and felt at peace with the cool breeze coming from the nearby harbor. This is his home. Vermillion city.

Vermillion is a reddish-orange pigment that gave the city its name. In the evening, the city is painted a beautiful orangish color from the low-lying sun, hence the name, "The Port of Exquisite Sunsets." The city cared for its appearance and was heavily concerned with pollution. The people of Vermillion knew what a few Grimer were capable of and didn't want the pure serenity of Vermillion to be contaminated. As a result, the city was very clean for the most part and it was a vacation spot for many trainers. Because of the quiet serenity, Patrick would sometimes go on walks towards the sea. He would watch as ships from different regions would appear in the harbor to drop off shipments, or imports from regions like Johto or Hoenn, and occasionally Sinnoh. Vermillion was home to the greatest harbor in all of Kanto. If a trainer was from another region and wanted to arrive here, they would probably start here in this marine town. Sometimes, Patrick envied these people. They could travel all over the world while he was restricted to one city. He never really left home before and at times he felt rather isolated. Still, if there was a city that he would want to live in, it would be this one. The ocean was so close he could smell the sea breeze and absorb the morning mist into his lungs from within his house. At least, it felt like that. As he walked by the railings of harbor, he felt at peace. This was his daily routine. To walk through the city in either the cool evening or misty morning. It was not only relaxing but enlifting. His arms swayed with the wind and he let the ocean breeze flow through his hair and around his body. The ocean was practically embracing him.

Like the ocean, Vermillion had a aesthetic beauty. Patrick was so grateful that he was born in a port town such as this. This place was home. There was just one thing missing.

He had no Pokemon. For years, Patrick dreamed to become a Pokemon Master. No, more than a Master. He wanted to gain a legacy of pride. He wanted to become a true champion, like Lance or one of members of the Elite Four. Pokemon masters such as these were ridiculously powerful, and would forever have a legendary story that would be passed down from one generation to the next. Maybe, one day, he would become a champion and leave a story of legacy.

That is, if he gets a Pokemon. His family promised that at fourteen years of age he would be old enough to travel on his own. He would have to feed himself, stay healthy, stay safe, and most of all, keep his Pokemon in good health. He didn't have any Pokemon yet, at least none that belonged to him. His father was a trainer, a pretty strong trainer. He had Pokemon such as a Nidoqueen and a Kingler. When he was young, Patrick would play with his fathers Pokemon and sometimes take them fishing. He would take Kingler to the docks with his Good Rod and fish for something big. He would sometimes get lucky, but it was Kingler who was the real fisherman. As soon as he came to the docks, Patrick would let him dive into the depths and come back up with some sort of item. Once, he found a Razor Fang and another time he found what remained of a Bicycle. He tried to fix it, but it was too damaged so he had to get rid of it. Still, he never was that happy dong any of these things. He wanted to battle.

Occasionally, his father would battle other trainers for fun, even though his glory days were over. In the past, he had reached the finals of league tournaments according to his parents, but he never won. Of course it was a challenge to even qualify for the league, something Patrick was currently far away from. Patrick has never battled once and hasn't seen more than 10 Pokemon in his youth. He did know that Professor Oak lived in Pallet Town and that he will occasionally hand out Pokemon to beginning trainers.

"Thats gonna be me." He thought happily to himself. "Tomorrow, I'm gonna get my starter Pokemon. My dad is going to take me to Pallet town and I get to choose a Pokemon to start my journey!" He had a choice of three Pokemon. Squirtle, Charmander, and Bulbasaur. "Which one?" He thought to himself. "Their all so good. Its like trying to choose one one item at a department store. How do you do it? Maybe, I'll pick a random Pokemon. Just pick one up and see what happens." As he walked towards his house, he felt a slight pang of regret when he realized he was leaving this beautiful home. This quickly subsided because he knew he wasn't homesick. He wanted to leave. The ocean wasn't pulling him back to Vermillion; the sea wasn't warning him away. The ocean was calling him to go on his adventure. He watched as the moon rose through the clouds and lit the city in milk-white while his house got bigger and bigger. He quiety entered his room and opened his window to let in the fresh air. He sat on his bed and turned on the television. As commercials played, he sat back on his bed and began to weigh each starter against each other. Types, moves, strengths, weaknesses...

He was matching evolutions when the T.V. came on. "All right folks, were back with the battle between Elite Four Member Bruno and Champion Lance. The battle is currently a 4:2 victory for Lance so far, but this could end up becoming a comeback for Bruno." Patrick immediately ran to the T.V. and watched with a sudden pump of adrenaline. This was the final battle in the 19th Indigo Pokemon League. Bruno was competing for the title of champion against current champion Lance. On the screen, it showed Lance with his Dragonair in battle. The blue dragon had two white wings on its head and a blue upper body with a white underside. Bruno picked up a Poke Ball and threw it. There was a flag of light before the new Pokemon was revealed. It showed Onix. It was made of a string of boulders and had two large eyes on its head. There was a massive dorsal fin on it's head and it was an intimidating sight. The giant snake reared into the air with a powerful roar. "It now appears that Bruno has sent out Onix to fight Lance's Dragonair. This battle is about to begin."

"Onix Rock Throw." The giant snake slammed his tail into the earth to send stones flying at Dragonair.

"Dodge and use Ice Beam." Lance called out. Dragonair rose into the air and flew away from the stones. Onix growled in anger and roared at the dragon racing towards him.

"Onix use Protect."

Dragonair launched a beam of blue ice towards Onix. It resembled a lightning bolt but it was slower and more condense. Meanwhile, Onix formed a large sphere around itself and Dragonair's Ice Beam bounced off harmlessly.

"Dragonair Dragonbreath." Lance called out.

"Onix use your Dragonbreath as well."

They both exchanged yellow streaks of light at each other and fought for dominance. The two beasts were equal in strength but Dragonair was smarter. It focused its Dragonbreath to be narrower than Onix's. The beam broke through like an arrow and Onix roared in pain.

"Onix, retreat and use Dig."

The Snake dug into the earth and disappeared from the arena. The Dragonair watched the ground anxiously as it tried to find its opponent. The crowd was watching with anticipation. Patrick also watched closely to see what would happen next. Bruno was grinning as Dragonair didn't know what to do. The trainer, Lance, showed no such anxiety and calmly lifted his head.

"Dragonair, stay alert and get ready to dodge his attack."

The Dragon scanned the ground trying to find a sign of Onix but the rock snake was not to be seen. It was impossible to determine if the boulders were part of the arena or the body of a massive snake. Finally, the tension was released when Bruno released his command.

"Onix. Iron tail."

The Snake emerged from the earth and jumped at Dragonair. Its tail glowed white and it prepared to slam Dragonair into the ground like a rag doll.

"Dodge," Lance commanded, "Then use Twister."

The Dragonair tried to flee but it was too close to Onix who sent his tail crashing onto the smaller Pokemon. The Dragon fell onto the arena and was unable to use Twister. The Onix raised its head as it prepared to strike like a coiled snake would.

"Onix, use your Headbutt."

"Dragonair, flee and use Dragonbreath."

The Dragonair escaped just as Onix crashed into the ground. Missing its target, it roared in pain and was unable to escape from the Dragonbreath attack from above. The attack blinded him and he was unable to focus. Leaving him as an easy target for the Dragonair.

"Dragonair,"Lance called out, "Finish this with Ice Beam." The Dragon blasted a blue beam of ice that struck Onix in the head. The ice incased him and soon he was frozen solid. The Rock Snake collapsed, shattering the ice and causing a debris of ice to fly everywhere. When the mist cleared, it revealed an unconscious Onix on the ground with a triumphant Dragonair overhead.

"Onix return," Bruno commanded.

"Onix's size just wasn't enough for Dragonair's skill. Green corner, please send out your next Pokemon."

"All right," Bruno yelled, "I choose-"

Suddenly the T.V. went static and Patrick stared helplessly at the black screen.

"No," he mouthed. "Oh you've gotta be kidding me!"

He stormed outside and looked up to see a Farfetch'd poking around with his stick. The bird was brown and white with a slight resemblance to a duck. It was perched on Patricks roof, much to Patrick's dismay. It had managed to damage the antenna on top of the roof, explaining the sudden static.

"NO! OUT! GET OUT OF HERE! YOU STUPID BIRD, YOU BROKE MY ANTENNA!" He screamed. The bird paid no attention and seemed to ignore him completely. "AH, THIS ISN'T FAIR, YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!"

"Quiet down, you moron." A nearby walker said in the distance.

"Hey shut up, this stupid Farfetch'd is destroying my T.V. I'm missing the battle between Bruno and Lance over this!" The walker gave some more rude comments as he walked away. Patrick tried to get the Pokemon to flee but was unsuccessful. Patrick considered throwing rocks at it but realized that could end up making things worse. The bird wouldn't leave so Patrick gave up and walked inside with defeat. His mother was cooking dinner and she noticed him. She had long brown hair and green eyes like Patricks. She was Wearing cooking gear and looked content, unlike Patrick who was feeling a little disappointed.

"Whats wrong." She asked with curiosity.

"Oh, this dumb Farfetch'd broke the antenna on our roof and we gotta fix it. Of all the times too. I was watching the battle between Lance and Bruno."

"Well we all know how it ends."

"I know but if Bruno won, as unlikely as it is, it would have been the greatest thing to see."

"Yeah, but think of how the rest of your day was. Don't let the T.V. cause it all the end."

"Okay, I suppose your right."

The door opened to two men. The first being Patricks father and the second was none other than the gym leader of Vermillion city. Surge. He was a friend of Patrick's father and they were often seen together. Surge was wearing a black vest while Patricks father worse a green shirt.

"I'm telling you, Marcus, I love my job. I love to terrorize these punks who think that they are the next best things. Thats what I do yesterday. Thats what I did today. Thats what I do tomorrow I especially like what happened today."

"What happened?" Marcus asked.

"This macho man comes in saying he's the greatest thing ever. I mean this guy was big, his arms must have been bigger than a Machamps. But anyway, he says that he wants a battle. I agree of course, and the battle begins. He starts with this Primape that looked like it wanted to blow up a car."

"Did you use Raichu and fry em."

"Ah, that would of killed the fun. I decided to use Voltorb. And let me tell you. As soon as that Primape came at him, I said, "Voltorb use Kaboom!" Of course thats Explosion, but hey, my versions more fun. Anyway, that Primape, it just ran like hell out of there. I mean it bolted through the door and ran away as fast as it could. The macho guy forfeits and runs away with him. I didn't even have to fight hardly. Just one command sends these fools back to pits they came from."

"Classic."

"You have no idea."

Patrick stared dumb-foundedly at the two giants who were apparently having a great time. He both feared and respected the gym leader that was his comrade. Surge was after all, his gym leader. He has occasionally seen him in battle. He occasionally loses, but mostly crushes his opponents. Of all the gym leaders, Surge was the one he knew best. Not to mention the only one.

"Hey dad. Hey Surge."

"Hey Patrick, hows your big day." His father asked.

"Great!" He replied.

"Look at you kiddo, you getting big. Tomorrow is also gonna be big. Marcus tells me that your gonna be a Pokemon Master tomorrow. If so, I guess you'll end up fighting me." Surge complimented as he gave Patrick a bear hug.

"SS-SURGE, I CA-ANT BRE-EATH!" He wailed. Surge dropped him and gave him a pat on the head.

"You ready for tom." He asked again.

"I guess," Patrick said to himself. "I mean, if I can GET a Pokemon."

"Don't worry, Patrick, we'll take you to Pallet Town tomorrow. Just be up by 8:00 and we'll be on the ferry by 9:30." His mom said.

"Well, I guess I better get going. See you Marcus. Good luck tomorrow Patrick."

"Bye Surge," they all said. They all sat down at the table and ate dinner together fro about 10 minutes or so. It was fish and chips; Patricks favorite entree. Patrick enjoyed the meal to its fullest. After this, he would be traveling on his own and would need to take care of himself. In other words, food was about to become a lot worse."

"So Patrick, are you excited for tomorrow." Marcus asked.

"Yeah I'd say so. I mean I'm also nervous about being on my own but I really look forward to becoming a trainer."

"Remember to pack everything you need." Patricks mother said.

"Thanks."

"And if you do forget something, you can probably find what you need in Viridian city."

"Sounds good."

Patrick looked at the clock. 8:40 PM it read. Patrick knew that he would need to have everything ready for tomorrow. He got up from the table and said, "Well I better get ready. Its a big day tomorrow and I'll need to get a good sleep."

"All right Patrick. Good night." His father said.

"Happy Birthday sweetie." His mother called as Patrick ascended the stairwell.

He entered his room and examined his gear. He was going to carry his backpack. The bag was blue and it had two black stripes on the outside. It had several pouches to hold various gear, including but not limited to, his future Poke-balls and gear. The bag currently contained a small sleeping bag with a miniature pillow, a canteen on the side, a pair of sunglasses, a multi-tool, and few pairs of clothes. He tried to pack light so he avoided as many heavy objects as possible. He made sure to grab a map, a pair of binoculars, an Itemfinder, a berry pouch, and a TM case. He didn't have any TM's HM's or berries yet, but he knew that he would acquire some in time. After packing a bit more clothes he finally decided he was ready. He got in bed and shut his eyes as sleep finally took him.

Tomorrow, his journey would begin.