What has gone before... Patrick is a fourteen year old boy who is about to set out on a Pokemon journey unique in its own right from his newly adopted home of Pallet.

"Yeah, that's the one." The two walked over to where the lightning had hit. Sitting on the ground was a Jet-black pikachu, barely visible except its bright green eyes. "Pikaa!"

"Well, it doesn't look like you'll need worry about a Pokemon."

"I guess not." The Pikachu jumped up on Patrick's shoulder. "I'll set out for the Orange Islands in the morning, Ash. Don't let my friends follow me."

Chapter 10: A Whole New League

During the trip to the orange islands, Patrick utilized his ability to find out what he could about his mysterious black Pikachu. "It" was a male Pikachu. He called himself Emory. He was aware of several attacks, all the ones of a regular Pikachu, plus some shadow attacks he wasn't aware exactly what they did himself. Before Patrick found him, he had no memory. That was all he had a chance to learn from his mysterious companion.

The Weather was good when he stepped off the boat, Emory close in tow. The docks were fairly new, and empty except some wingull and pelipher. Only one person stepped off the boat with him, a long way behind.

"First stop, Pokemon center," he said to Emory.

"How about a quick battle first," a voice from behind him called. He turned around to see his challenger. It was the young man who had gotten off the boat with him. He looked a few years older than Patrick did, but he couldn't be older than eighteen.

"Sure, if a one verses one is okay."

"Sounds good," he said, "Graveler, go!"

"Emory, get him!"

"An electric type? What are you trying to prove? You can't hope to win!"

"Dark bolt, Emory!"

Emory began to glow a light yellow, which slowly faded into green. When the energy was all green, it launched at the unsuspecting Pokemon, sending it flying back and knocking it out.

"I've seen some pretty powerful attacks, kid, but that has got to be one of the strongest," he said recalling his Graveller. "What's your name, Kid?"

"Patrick."

"I'm Josh," he said, extending his hand for Patrick to shake.

""Are you in the Orange League?" Patrick asked, shaking the older boys' hand.

"No, their too weak for me. If you want some competition, meet me tomorrow at noon in the hotel lobby."

Before Patrick had a chance to respond, Josh had walked away. "Well, that was certainly weird," he said to himself as Emory climbed to his shoulder.

The two walked to the Pokemon center, not stopping anywhere along the way. When they arrived, the Pokemon center was very busy. It took him the rest of the afternoon to register, by which time the center was full for the night.

Silently cursing himself, he left for the hotel. It was ten o'clock when he arrived at the ten-story hotel. He walked inside and checked in.

When he got to his room, on the 20th floor, He immediately stepped to the balcony. The island resort had a view of the ocean, some feet below the cliff, shadowed in darkness. Shadow... all these mysteries... and no answers...Why wouldn't anyone give him any answers?

"Why?!" He yelled out, hitting the metal railing. No one told him anything about when he was younger. Professor Oak wouldn't tell him anything about the other man to posses a draigonair. And now all this about the lost elements... none of it made any cense.

Eventually he went it and lay down. "Patrick?" a voice in the dark said.

"Who's there?" Patrick said. "Topaz, static." Topaz obediently did as he was told, sending off little sparks of electricity to light up the room.

"Look," The man said, "All I want is to help." He said, stepping into the light and sitting down. "I can give you answers, if you'll trust me."

"Trust you," he said. "What do you have to offer? Tell me, and then we'll talk trust."

Patrick looked at the man. "Well?" He said. "My names Mark, by the way."

"Okay, Mark, I'll trust you. Now what do you have."

"Come with me, and I'll show you." The two walked to the elevator and then to marks car, a red convertible. After a short drive, they arrived at a building on the edge of the small resort town. "It's in here."

The two walked into the building, which was full of all sorts of machinery. "What is all of this, Mark?" Patrick asked, stopping.

"The easiest answer is a time machine," Mark said. "You can go back in time, and to a different place. You want answers, and I need to investigate an event. Same time period, same place. Are you up for it?"

"I'll do it."

After a few minutes, he was set to go. He stepped in the capsule, and was teleported to his family estate, 13 years in the past. When he arrived, he could see a heated battle going on nearby. Two men, both in their twenty's, were battling. One man was using a draigonair.

"That man! Who is he?!" Patrick thought.

The battle shifted again. The other man looked a lot like him.

"That must be my father," He thought. He was fighting. More importantly, though, he was losing.

"Dad, watch out!" he yelled as the other man's Dragonair unleashed a hyper beam that cut a scar into the Earth and his father with increasing speed. His father never saw it coming.

"Who are you?" he said quietly, with anger in his voice and stepping out of the shadows. "And what was that for?" he said, yelling now. A dark energy swelled around him, coming from the ground and swirling around him. "ANSWER ME!" He said his voice deeper and louder than ever. His eyes Glowed with an inhuman yellow, piercing even the swirl of dark energy surrounding him. When the swirling stopped, he was dressed in a long black robe, hiding his face accept for his still glowing yellow eyes. The energy that had swirled around him had also dug a dark crater in the Earth.

"I answer to no one. Not even you, freak," he said with contempt and hatred in his voice.

"I'll just have to kill you, then," Patrick said, only hate in his voice. He shot a bolt of shadow energy from his hand, eradicating the man and his Draigonair.

"Do you really think... you won?" the man stuttered before disintegrating under the force of the blast.

Patrick shook. Then he fell to his knees and sobbed. "What Have I done?" He stood up and walked to the crater he had caused. "When did killing another man become aligned with my morals?" another light shone around him. It was of pure white and it engulfed him in a manner similar to his first transformation. The dark shadow energy shot out of him in all directions, one beam striking his time machine. His hair, now a sandy, golden color, blew down into his face, and he collapsed.

When he awoke, it was night. "Now how am I ever going to set things right? How am I going to even get back to my own time?"

"Perhaps I can help with that, Master of the light element," said a voice, seemingly hovering over him. When he lifted his head, he saw none other than celibi. "If you truly wish to set things right, I can help you."

"Please do, celibi," Patrick said, standing up.

"The past should not be tampered with. As guardian of time, I cannot allow you to interfere with your father's death. However, I can allow you to stop yourself from killing the man. Take comfort in this, Master of light, your father died a noble man."

Without another word celibi opened up a portal, showing Patrick, in the moments before he killed the man. Patrick jumped through the portal, giving the dark persona of himself a flying punch. "This is not the answer!" he yelled to his former self. "Our father's death was inevitable. Unchangeable! Please, listen to me."

"He must pay for his crimes!" the shadow-master Patrick said, almost in a rage.

"He will! However, not here, not now! We mustn't interfere with the timeline," Patrick said. Then lowering his voice almost to a whisper, "I miss him too. So does mom. I know what you think you're doing is right, but trust me, not now."

"I believe you." With that, the two personas blended with a force that shook the earth itself. His left iris was golden, and his right green. His hair, somewhat longer now, had turned from its original dark brown, to a lighter one, with black and golden highlights. His robe was gray, rather like a mist rather than a flat gray. He stepped into the machine and pushed the return button. He had more answers, and was one step closer to his destiny than he had ever been before. And yet, at the same time, his thoughts drifted back to a time, not so long ago, that he had traveled with his friends, if just for a brief time.

Well, what do you all think? Reviews,as alwsys, much appreciated.