Summary:

Welcome to the world of Pokémon! A world that is inhabited by creatures called Pokémon! and here a certain young man is about to arrive, Someone seeking new dreams and new adventures...

But this isn't that story now is it. If you wanted that story there is no shortage of content to devour, no what you want is something that diverges from the norm and you may find that here or you might not. Now I'm not one to write a whole marvel trailer. I find it takes away from the mystery and magic but for those who are interested you are more than welcome to gaze into the Abyss just remember...
Don't blink

Notes:

Note: this warning will be for the whole series I don't own Pokémon that honor goes to the men and women of Nintendo.
I only own my original character'

also my early readers you may have noticed my sheer lack of tags and that is quite purposeful as i said i hate spoilers so they will be added as the story proceeds and as for those who join later in the story... well I can only do so much

Chapter 1: Rebirth

The world is a blur of shifting shapes and muted colors, distorted by the azure liquid surrounding him. His vision is hazy, as if looking through frosted glass, with the world above the surface seeming distant and unattainable. Light dances across the water's surface, creating wavering patterns that flicker in and out of focus, adding to the disorienting effect.

He feels an overwhelming sense of heaviness, as if an invisible force is pressing down on his chest, sending him further and further into his watery tomb. Each breath is shallow… labored. The water is cold, its chill seeping into his bones, but he can't seem to muster the strength to shiver. His body feels disconnected, unresponsive to his commands, as if he's trapped in a shell that refuses to obey. There's a dull, throbbing ache in his limbs, a sensation of being suspended in a dream where nothing quite makes sense.

Sounds reach him as muffled echoes, distorted and distant, like they're coming from another world. The silence is heavy, punctuated only by the occasional rush of water in his ears. He is acutely aware of the water's weight, its suffocating grip, yet he is powerless to resist it. His mind drifts between moments of clarity and confusion, teetering on the edge of consciousness, caught in a struggle he can barely comprehend.

Slowly tendrils of black make their way to the man from the abyss he finds himself suspended above. Slowly ever so slowly his vision begins to darken, it started on the edge of his vision barely perceivable due to the cascading light colliding with his retinas, second by second, inch by inch, the darkness consumes the light.

'The worst way to die' the man thinks to himself, second by second, 'some say it's to burn to death', inch by inch, 'Others say it's slowly rotting away in a hospital bed.' The void consumes 'But this, this is the worst way to go; submerged in my icy tomb knowing that my end is nearing its conclusion' the tendrils draw close 'Unable to move, unable to resist, unable to breathe, as my lungs burn and my muscles melt' they begin to claim their prize 'minutes of agony feeling like eons of torture….. In this prison of liquid, there is no warmth, no comfort, only darkness' as the man finally succumbs to unconsciousness they hold their gift and drag it to their master….. Oh how pleased she would be.

Earlier that day

"Huuuggh" I so eloquently supplied my displeasure to the heavens for their vile intrusion of my GOD DAMN EYES with their golden rays. Deciding it was an appropriate moment to begin the day I crawled out of bed scratching at the stubble on my face, fingers pass over short hairs and old scars dutifully collected in my time as a ranger; the military kind (funny how both my professions ended up having the same name) as I make my way to the washroom to complete the usual morning rituals.

Charcoal gray shirt tucked haphazardly in navy cargo pants and ebony coat on my back. I sat at my cabins kitchen table. I know it's not exactly 'protocol' but it's almost winter and I swear I felt my piss trying to freeze back there. "Ahhh this is the life, waking up to nature, clean forest air and a nice cup of coffee, life is good" I immediately regretted ever opening my mouth as my radio buzzes to life "Attention any available units we have received reports of unsanctioned usage of fire arms in sector B9 Over" 'B9... B9...B9…. SHIT that's Ralf's sector' and why in the ever flying FUCK would a disturbance in RALF'S sector bother me? Well the bastard got married four days ago and guess who opened his big mouth to take over his sector for him, this guy, so armed with this information, I raised my hand to the radio "This is Ranger Jackson Bram orders received heading to B9 now it's probably some rednecks on to much moonshine … again *sigh*" a small chuckle can be heard over the radio "Understood Ranger Bram, remember to show some restraint, we don't need you dealing with another restraining order Over" "James those dumbasses were so drunk they thought a cougar was lap cat and decided to punch me to 'Pet the kitty'" I said as a mocking tone overtook my voice at the end, then continuing in my normal voice "The bastard's lucky he only got off with a concussion…..Over" "Alright Jack now get over there before someone gets themselves killed"

The radio went dead as I downed the rest of my morning brew, heading to the door I holstered my revolver, grabbed my pack and my trusty Henry I managed to get at a stupidly good price at RGS. Throwing my pack in the back, I started the Wrangler and headed out.

After a few hours of searching through the rocky, ditch riddled mountains of B9 I finally managed to find something, unfortunately it wasn't a bunch of drunk Texans, under a cliff face outside a relatively well known wolf den were multiple wolf corpses some freed of their pelts while those who were riddled with bullet holes were left to rot, coupled with the tire treads leading away from the massacre. It wasn't hard to connect the dots. I glared at the tire marks while a low growl escapes my throat. My hand flashed to the radio "James, Ranger Bram reporting in, over" "Yes Bram what do you have to report?" came HQ's quick reply "Update on the unsanctioned firearm usage warning" I began as I moved to the jeep "There are poachers, I count nine dead adults and no pups. The trail starts at the wolf den below Moto Peak, send backup. I'm in pursuit" I ended the transmission, starting the engine and racing after the tracks.

Thirty minutes later random shmuck POV

"HAhaahhaha what did I tell you. Like I said guys its easy money" I cackled to my partners in crime as we cruise down the ridge of the mountain, making our grand escape "Now all we have to do is get the hell out of dodge and sell off the merchandise" Glancing back I could practically see the money. Though right now they're nothing but a bunch of mangy mutts and pelts. My fantasizing was interrupted by the roar of an engine, my companions seemed to hear it too as they began to glance around only for a jeep to launch onto the ridge behind us. Glancing behind revealed the results of me opening my big mouth as a Ranger and his jeep barreled toward us with a not too pleasant look in his eyes. My partner in his infinite wisdom decided to OPEN FIRE ON A RANGER! My panic was immediately validated as the dumbass went limp due to the new hole in his head. As I peeked over the edge I saw the deranged Ranger, his long ebony hair flowing behind him leaving his tanned flesh in its wake, he leveled his revolver as I looked down the barrel of the gun "well shi-."

Deranged Ranger POV

BANG! Another one drops before a stray bullet from my targets resulted in my revolver being relived from my possession. Naturally my response to this was simply duck behind the dashboard, shift into 5th gear and floor the gas ramming into the back of their van the, loud thump of bodies hitting the ground informed me of the loss of their gunners my pleasant revelation was interrupted by the loud popping of my tiers as I apparently ran over something I should not have. Looking at my target once more revealed only one more poacher, that being the driver himself 'Fucking bastards and I was having such a good day' flooring the gas again I quickly found myself behind the van 'Nathan don't fail me now' I mentally recited before climbing out of my seat and in two quick steps I leaped of the bonnet of the Jeep landing atop the offending vehicle crawling along the top of the van, I made my way over the driver seat. A fanged smile spread across my marred face as I noticed the open window, armed with this information I slinked down the side of the vehicle grabbing his head and slamming it into the steering wheel.

I moved to open the door but noticed the paths rather abrupt end approaching. Thinking quickly I did the only logical thing to do in this situation unsheathing my knife I threw it at the tire puncturing the rubber tube resulting in a audible pop. Grabbing onto the van at its sudden reduction of speed and wincing as my head slammed into the hard metal exterior, squinting as a dull ringing echoes in my skull I notice that we were only about 200 feet from the cliff and in my mildly concussed wisdom decided to grab the wheel and pull resulting in a blur of motion, increase of nausea and extrema centrifugal force to my person. Eventually the strain was too much, my grip slipped and I flew off the edge of the cliff while the van stopped barely a few meters from the edge looking at the sheer drop and raging river quickly approaching as the wind roared passed my head "OHHH FUUUUUUCK!"

Back to …. Present ?

Warmth… as I regain consciousness, I felt heat slowly entering my freezing body. My eyes flutter open as I begin to take in my surroundings or lack-thereof. As the all-consuming darkness fills my field of view 'what the …fuuuuuuck?' was my first thought, as I try to move but quickly found myself incased in a black cocoon, constricting my movements… not to mention the weakened state of my muscles due to their current lack of oxygen . After a few moments of struggling, I relent content to sit in the warmth of the tendrils and gaze into the void, noting the lack of pain in my body that I was previously all too aware of. It was in this endless sea of black that I begin to notice a pair of vibrant red lights rapidly approaching, how did I know they were approaching you may ask well that would be due to the rate at which the once distant red lights were growing.

I could do nothing but level my gaze at the scarlet spheres as they grew closer it was quickly revealed that the crimson lights were not exactly lights 'Those…. are…eyes' moments pass and more of the beings' form is revealed to me from its ruby eyes flow forth tears of black ichor and framing its face is horns of gold connecting to tri-pronged crown, the rest of its body is hidden within the void away from my sight. Years of animal handling had hammered my instincts from the lump of steel known to take control of the body and block the mind, refining it to a honed blade powered by logic, reasoning and a healthy dosage of 'I'll die if I fuck this up'. And they roared 'don't move…. don't flinch…DON'T BLINK' it is there they stayed, I gazed into the abyss and it stared back. Seconds turn to minutes, which felt like hours. As I continued our contest.

Finally the abyss blinked first and a voice echoed in my mind, the voice as ironic as it sounds couldn't be put into words it sounded like the beginning and the end, death itself and the joy of newly formed life, as leaves rustled in a gentle breeze as well as the crunch while they wilt away. It was in a word paradoxical and it did naught but enhance its underlying tone of regality. 'Well aren't you the most interesting little creature' I did not attempt to respond, it took all I had to strangle my fear as I continued to gaze into its eyes, those scarlet orbs seemed so mesmerizing as they continued to bore into me 'I have seen creatures far greater, far more powerful and in far better condition succumb to themselves and flee in fear but you little one, you fear me yes, but you leash your instincts well' the creature remained quiet for a few moments longer ' I have decided little human your demise shall not be now, nor your life be so mundane …. I will throw my bid in with you, now…'

'Breathe' instantly at her command my body begins to feel energized. Filled with strength I find myself near the surface of the water freed from my constraints. Deciding to focus on the issue at hand I frantically moved to the surface, breaching, the burning of my muscles returning as I drag myself through the azure liquid to the closest bastion of land. Crawling onto the shore I begin the painful process of emptying my lungs of their unneeded contents.

A buckets' worth of water later and I look up taking in my surroundings for the first time, I mumble a few words in-between breaths, burning on their way out "Where... am.. I"

Notes:

Ok for this story I at least want to say my reason for making it

you see i wanted to dip my toes into the writing seen and I heard fanfics were a good way to practice, but alas i never possessed the testicular fortitude needed to put my work out there.
Then I read the work of a god amongst me who goes by Fuggmann, author of the ' Born of ' series and to say I was amazed would be an understatement, I loved it. Within 5 days I caught up with all of caution and then a week after I found desires, I devoured that as well and was hooked. But with my supply dry I began to search... surely there were other fics out there created by some of the Billions of people on this planet that could scratch that itch right?... You cant even guess exactly how disappointed I was. those fics either lost themselves to the edge, were dryer than my love life, possessing nothing resembling a good joke, even stereotypical tropes that at least give you a chuckle were met with a blank gaze or some stories were simply abandoned never to be completed.
So I wanted a story to scratch my itch and there weren't any half as good as what started this all, so I decided to throw my hat in the ring and make it myself not just for me but anyone else who feels my blight. I'm not going to lie I'm not much of an author and I don't believe myself to be anyone possessing above average talent in the field but I owe it to myself and to the man who inspired this to at least try and I hope I'm at least capable of making this at the very least readable for you all.

Side note: I loved how Fuggmann wrote somethings for his stories and decided to incorporate them in this and no I'm not copying his work (at least i don't think so) what I'm talking about is certain behavioral aspects of Pokémon that he made apparent and the idea to explain how they can do the things they do despite being so biologically different and the Type energy system, which was simply the inspiration of how my system works, the similarities begin and end at 'you can use this type energy why cant do this attack'. From what I can see where taking that explanation in different directions. Anyway I just wanted to get this out there and to show I have nothing but respect for my inspiration.