Dawn Disclaimer: Pokemon is not mine. I wish I owned it, but I don’t. This story contains some of the ideas and characters of Ace Sanchez’s story Pokemon Master. It is all unauthorized and may be considered a rip-off. This is basically his story with my own twist on it. If you like this story then read Ace Sanchez’s Pokemon Master. If it sucks then do not blame him. All character alterations and modifications have either sprung from the twisted minds of either Ace Sanchez or myself. Myself and anyone who has copyrighted anything I used in my story copyright this version of the story. All rights reserved. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS CONTENT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN. IT CONTAINS HEAVY VIOLENCE, MILD SWEARING, AND MILD SEXUAL CONTENT. IF SOME OF THIS OFFENDS OR DISGUSTS YOU, THEN YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. A black cloaked figure woke up in a pile of rubble. He had disheveled black hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a strange “Z” under each of his eyes. His features could almost be described as boyish. He hurt all over. He was wearing a black shirt with black buttons down the front and long rather loose sleeves. The sleeves ended in two black leather gloves that covered his hands. He was also wearing loose black pants that hung to his ankles, covering most of his two hard black boots that reached almost to his knees. The pants were secured to him by a black belt with a silver buckle. He also wore a black cloak that reached to his ankles that was also secured around his neck by a thin silver chain. All of these cloths were covered in dust, dirt, and blood. The figure slowly got to his feet. He surveyed the carnage all around him. The ground was littered with dead bodies and debris. Some of the bodies wore black uniforms and some of them wore gray. The man let out a scream. It wasn’t just any scream but an unearthly scream that resounded off the walls of the ruins and would have chilled a person to the bone. The scream sounded like a summoning call for a demon from the darkest reaches of Hell. No monstrous beast came though, only a one-foot high black mouse-like creature with blue eyes that appeared at the apex of a hill leading out of the city. The figure walked through the dead bodies and debris to the mouse. As he stared down at the black mouse, the mouse leapt up and landed on his shoulder. The figure known as Ashura and the mouse called Pikachu left the ruins of what used to be a town. Mistaria stared at the Cray Minla in the center of the room as other trainers walked in at the Rebellion conference. She was pretty now, being a late bloomer. Her red hair was long, about down to her waist. Her blue cerulean eyes shown brightly but hid an inner-pain from long ago. She was wearing a blue dress that hung around her ankles. The neck of her dress was rather low, showing off a bit of her cleavage. The long arms were baggy but cinched around her wrists. The right side of her dress was slit up to her mid-thigh showing off one gorgeously long leg. Around her neck she wore a silver chain the ended with a silver pokeball. On her feet, she wore soft, blue, low-heeled shoes that matched perfectly to her dress. On top of this she had a blue cloak draped across her shoulders. Mistaria remembered quite clearly when she had been sucked into this rebellion. When the League destroyed Pallet Town. A few days before Pallet’s destruction, Minla had asked her to join in a rebellion against the League. Mistaria had flatly refused, saying that the Dark Wars had tired her out and that the League wouldn’t do something that would be cause for a rebellion. When news reached her that the League had destroyed Pallet, she signed up instantly. Mistaria sighed. For the past five years her life and the world were hell. First the Dark Wars fighting against Giovanni and Team Rocket, now the Rebellion fighting against Lord Garith, Director Isart, and the League. She turned her attention from the past to the people sitting around her. She was in the first row of seats with the other former gym leaders. Many of the cities had been in ruins after the Dark Wars and now, Garith and Isart had been launching attacks on the survivors. On Mistaria’s right sat Brock in a brown cloak. To her left were Erika in a green cloak, Koga in a purple cloak, and Aya also in a purple cloak. Brock had been the first leader to join Cray’s cause. Mistaria came after him followed closely by Erika. Koga and Aya had been the last, which was just a couple of days ago. Mistaria sifted her attention back to Cray. Mistaria smiled. She could never believe how young Cray was. Cray was seventeen while Mistaria was twenty-one. Another thing was that Cray was not only an influential speaker, but she was also a brilliant scientist. Mistaria’s thoughts were interrupted as the hall went quiet signaling that Cray was about to make a speech. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I am here to bring you all up to speed on the progress of the rebellion.” Cray used a remote and turned on a holographic projection of the island. “First and foremost, I would like to welcome some newcomers into our group. Koga, Aya.” Koga and Aya stood up for a moment before sitting back down. Cray hit the remote again and Pewter, Cerulean, Celadon, and Fuchsia colonies lit up in green. “We have received word that the Vermilion, Saffron, and Cinnabar colonies and of course the Elite Four have officially joined the League.” Cray hit the remote again and the Vermilion colony, the Saffron colony, and the Cinnabar colony lit up in red. “Since Lt. Surge played double-agent last time the League undoubtedly knows where our base is. Leader Mistaria has been assigned to scout out possible locations in the vicinity of the Pallet and Viridian ruins. While she is on her mission we will temporarily be moving the base to the Fuchsia colony. Are there any questions?” A trainer near the back raised his hand. “Yes,” Cray said. “Do you think that it’s wise to be looking for a base site so close to the Elite Four? We’ll be sandwiched in by the Cinnabar colony and the Elite Four,” the trainer said. “Good question,” responded Cray. “That is one of the reasons that I think that it will be safer there than any other place. The Garith and his forces would probably be checking the cities, and Isart will be checking the land far away from the palace in forests and mountains. We will be in perfect striking distance for attacking the Elite Four’s palace when their guard is down. Are there anymore questions?” Another hand went into the air. “Yes.” “Why are we using the Fuchsia colony when, the Celadon colony is more heavily armed or the Cerulean colony which has a more protective geographical placement?” The trainer asked. “Another good question,” Cray replied. “Since Fuchsia has just recently joined us, I doubt that the League’s spies have found out that it is loyal to us. By the time the spies find out, we will have already moved to our new location. Are there any other questions?” No one raised their hand. “Good. This meeting is adjourned.” Mistaria hugged her blue cloak around her tight. Even though she was a Water Master, she hated the frozen tundra that surrounded the rebel base. A blizzard was moving in and icy winds seemed to cut through her cloak on her way to the wharf. Mistaria sighed. A recon mission. She felt it was a waste of her talent as a Master to go on a recon mission when she could be leading her water trainers against Sabrina in Saffron or Blaine in Cinnabar or even the Elite Four in Indigo Plateau now called Imperial City. Her trainers were ready, but Cray must not think so because in three months Minla had never called on her water trainers for battle. Even when Cerulean was attacked Minla would send some of Brock’s rock trainers or some of Erika’s grass trainers in to help. Though there were few trainers in Cerulean, Mistaria’s water trainers could take on anything that Garith or Isart could throw at them. Mistaria sighed again. She would have to voice her complaints to Cray after the mission. She decided to run through the plan to get to the sites in her head one more time. She would swim down to Fuchsia along the coast just out of sensor range to avoid any prying eyes from League camps along the coast and also avoid the battleships that the League had patrolling the area. Then she would take a land route by crossing the Fuchsia Bridge over before heading to the Pallet and Viridian area. The trip would take three days. She could have made it in two if she took an all water route, but then she would be traveling in the Cinnabar vicinity and that was highly dangerous. She had reached the wharf. “Go Starus!” she called and threw a pokeball. A black star-like pokemon that was ten feet long with fifteen sharp points and a red gem in the middle flew out of the pokeball and hovered about a foot above the water. Mistaria climbed on. The Starus shot off across the water its rider perfectly balanced on top. Cray Minla was directing the moving of the last medical equipment in sub-basement thirteen when Brock, Erika, Koga, and Aya stepped into the med. bay. “Dr. Minla, we must talk,” Koga told her. “About what?” Cray said telling two men what transport the supplies would go on. Cray turned around. “Doctor, one of the reasons we joined the Rebellion was because we needed help in defense against the League. Blaine and his fire trainers are giving us a lot of trouble recently. We would appreciate it if some of Cerulean’s water trainers would aid us,” Koga said in a very serious voice. “Just recently we got a joint attack by fire and psychic trainers,” Erika chimed. “Almost half my force was wiped out and there were only forty fire trainers and sixty psychic trainers. We would only need ten maybe twenty trainers to help.” Brock was silent. “How does your force fair, Brock?” she asked him. “My force is doing well, since the League doesn’t have many trainers that can beat my rock trainers,” Brock replied in an even tone. “How many trainers do you think you have?” Cray asked. “Five hundred, maybe six hundred,” Brock replied again. “Have fifty of your rock trainers sent to aid Celadon and fifty to aid Fuchsia,” Cray said walking to the elevators to go to the surface. “Why not send any water trainers!” Aya said angrily when they had caught up to Cray. Cray sighed. “Because Cerulean only has about one hundred water trainers. I know that they are strong and that’s why I’m not sending reinforcements to strengthen their defense,” Cray replied. “Why not exchange a few trainers?” Koga asked. The elevator doors opened. “I will ask Mistaria when she gets back from her mission,” Cray said as she walked into the elevator. The other’s followed. “That brings up another question,” Brock said as the elevator started to rise. “Why did you send Mistaria on the recon mission?” Cray looked at him. “I sent her because of her skill and because Cerulean’s geography makes the city protected so I believe that it can go for a couple of days without a leader,” she replied. Aya had a look as if she had just had an idea. “What if I go and be the Gym leader for Cerulean while Mistaria is on her mission. I can bring twenty poison trainers with me and Erika can tell twenty of her trainers to meet me in Cerulean. We can then have twenty of Mistria’s water trainers go to each city to reinforce,” Aya said. Cray thought about it for a long minute and when the doors to the elevator opened she had made her decision. “Yes, that sounds like a good plan,” Cray shouted to be heard over the raging blizzard outside. The all ran to the last transport and it drove away. Angelus sighed. He was a handsome man. He was a tall man of six foot eight with spiky black hair. His pale skin contrasted deeply with the jet black of his eyes. Many feared him because of those eyes because, deep within their recesses, it looked like there were thousands of tortured, screaming souls. He was wearing a black shirt with black buttons down the front and long rather loose sleeves. The sleeves ended in two full black leather gloves that covered his hands. He was also wearing loose black pants that hung to his ankles, covering most of his two hard black boots that reached almost to his knees. The pants were secured to him by a black belt with a silver buckle. Over all of this, he wore an open, black trench coat that hung down to his ankles. Although he did not were a cloak, people knew him to be a Shadow Master. This was another thing that made him feared. For all knew, that all Shadow Masters had gone through the Gates of Hell while still alive and had been on the Plains of the Real when the Gate closed. This also made all Shadow Masters immortal, for they were the living dead. Though not all who entered the Gates were Shadow Masters. Some of the unfortunate ones were trapped there, alive. Others, to balance out the dark powers of shadow, were blessed with the holy power of Light from the Heavens. Shadow Masters and Light Masters are mortal enemies and equally powerful, so it was told. Angelus had come up against a few of these Light Masters and had defeated them all. According to prophesy Angelus would find his equal, but he was not sure if he was, for he was the most powerful Shadow Master in the League. He was Isart’s right hand and with that came responsibility. One such responsibility was to destroy the rebels and their base here at the old fishing wharf. Unfortunately, the rebels had already cleared out when he and Surges electric trainers had arrived. Most of them at least. There were seven trainers in all. Most of them were trying to load a few crates of food supplies onto a truck. The interrogations had not been going well and they were now down to only one trainer left. He sighed again. “I tire of this old man. Where is the new Rebel base?” Angelus asked for the umpteenth time. “Go to Hell, Angelus! Oh ya, you’ve already been there!” the old grass trainer sneered. Angelus held out his hand in a partially closed fist. A black aura emanated from his fist and an identical one completely made out of shadow appeared around the old trainer’s neck. The fist lifted him off the ground as it tightened around the man’s neck. The man tried clutching at the shadowy hand as he kicked uselessly and let out choked off screams. The kicking slowed as the man ran out of air. Angelus abruptly dropped his hand and the shadow hand vanished. The man fell to the ground as he gasped for air. “Rouge,” Angelus said plainly. A woman, shrouded in a black cloak that dragged on the ground a bit, swiftly stepped forward toward the gasping prisoner. She was young, about fifteen, and was five foot eight. A full foot shorter than he was. Or that was what she appeared to be. She had been fifteen when she had gone through the Gates and became a Shadow Master while he had been twenty at the time. Since she never aged she would perpetually be fifteen and he twenty. She had long brown hair that reached to her mid-back. She had beautiful green eyes but they were cold and emotionless. The rest of her was hidden beneath her black cloak with silver fastening, he knew that her clothes were exactly like the ones that he wore under his trench coat except modified for a woman. Rouge pulled off one of her gloves, revealing a soft, delicate hand with beautifully long fingers. She closed her eyes and touched the man’s face with her forefinger. The man’s eyes grew wide before the fire in them died and he toppled lifeless to the floor. That was one of Rouge’s specialties, absorbing memories, abilities, even life force out of her victims through skin-to-skin contact. Rouge opened her eyes and put her glove back on before walking up to Angelus. “The Rebels have moved their base to the Fuchsia colony temporarily and have a scout looking for a new base site near the Pallet and Viridian ruins. The scout is Mistaria, leader of the Cerulean colony,” Rouge said in a voice totally void of emotion. Angelus turned away from Rouge and to the troop commander, who was starting to look queasy. “Commander, I want this base turned to rubble,” he said flatly. A bit of color was starting to return to the commander’s pale cheeks, his eyes no leaving the dead body of the prisoner, as he said, “Y-Y-Y-Yes, sir.” Angelus turned back to Rouge. “Come, we must report our findings to the Director,” Angelus said. Rouge nodded once and left the room. Angelus looked at the body of the prisoner. His whole eyes flashed a glowing green as the prisoners head exploded into a disgusting bloody mess before his eyes returned to normal and he left the room. The sound of the troop commander being sick followed him out. Three days. It had been three days since Mistaria left the base. She had scrapped her old plan and had taken an all sea route. Also, she had skimmed closer to the Cinnabar patrol routes than had ever been done by a rebel. Doing this had skimmed an entire day off her trip. Unfortunately, she had landed on an unfamiliar beach and had no idea were she was. Also, she had tired out her pokemon, cutting her land speed down exponentially. She knew that she had to have come out somewhere east of her destination. She had then made up the day that she had cut off by hacking her way through dense jungle trying to find the Pallet or Viridian ruins. She had been cutting through vines and trees for hours with her ice swords trying to find the ruins. She was starting to wonder if this jungle would ever end when her senses tingled. She ducked just in time to see a shadowy spike fly past were her heart would have been moments before. Mistaria whirled around in time to see a flurry of a black cloak and a young fourteen year old looking boy with brown hair wore in a mushroom type cut in the usual outfit of a Shadow Master. He had brown eyes with a cockiness in them but also an eagerness to prove himself. A black fox-like Eevee stood on his shoulder. His demeanor alone told Mistaria that he wasn’t a very good Master, and probably more of an apprentice if Shadow Masters ever have any. Regardless of what he looked like, she knew that he was very dangerous. “Hello Mistaria. I am Mikey and I am here to kill you,” he said in a voice that showed his cockiness through and through. “You’ll have to catch me first!” she yelled at him. She fired an ice spike at him and ran off into the thick jungle. Mistaria ran hard and fast through the trees hoping that he didn’t know how to Shadowport or Shadowform. It turns out he didn’t for she could hear him running through the trees after her. She noticed a dim point of light in the distance and ran towards it hoping that there was someone there to help her. Ashura stared in to the fire, watching it blaze and crackle. He sensed four people in a group standing just outside the clearing that he was in. He sensed hostile intent from them but ignored it until he heard the sound of an arrow being released. He waited moments before his arm shot up and he caught the arrow between his forefinger and thumb inches from his face. Only after he had caught it did he look up. The four people stepped into the clearing, the one in the lead looking very angry. “That arrow was suppose to kill you!” she yelled to him. A small smile spread across Ashura’s lips. “Sorry to disappoint you,” he said with only a little sarcasm in his voice as he snapped the arrow in half. The leader looked even angrier at that remark. “Kill him!” she yelled to the rest of her group. “I-I don’t think we should attack him,” said the youngest one starting to back away. “Do what you’re told, Mi-,” she was cut off as a giant shadowy hand slapped her into a tree, crushing her body on impact. Ashura’s hand was glowing with black energy, the giant hand moving according to the movements of his own hand. The shadow hand came down on a second member of the group, reducing the man to a puddle of red goo. The shadow hand then wrapped its fingers around the third man and squeezed. The man’s body was reduced to pulp and his head popped like a bloody zit. Ashura lowered his hand and the shadow hand faded. The fourth member, the young one who had spoken up was paralyzed with fear. “If you value your life, you’d better run,” Ashura said calmly. Quick as a flash, the member ran off into the forest. Ashura lay down on the ground. He had grown accustomed to dealing with death over the past five years. His senses pricked up again as someone approached quickly. Strangely quickly actually to go through this thick jungle to be sneaking up on him. Another person as chasing the first, moving even faster than the first. Ashura stood up, put on his hood, and waited to intercept the two people. “Stay sharp Pikachu,” he said to the mouse-like pokemon. Pikachu stood up alert and ready. Moments later, the first stranger burst into the clearing. It was a woman in a blue cloak with long flaming red hair. She stumbled and fell to the ground. Ashura ran to her and she looked up at him with cerulean blue eyes. “Help me,” she asked him. The pursuer of the woman surged out of the trees, black cloak billowing behind him with a black Eevee on his shoulder. The man raised his arm revealing a long black sword. Ashura held out his arm and formed a similar black sword in it. The two men stared at each other for a second before the stranger leapt at Ashura, the stranger’s Eevee jumping off its master’s shoulder to attack Pikachu. Ashura blocked two overhead slashes then roundhouse kicked the man in the side. The man leapt back holding his side before he charged again, sword down to stab Ashura. Ashura parried it and elbowed the man in the face crushing his nose. The man grunted and leapt back again. Black blood was streaming down the man’s face from his broken nose. The strange man wiped the blood away and a black aura rose about him. A ball of black shadow was held in his hand and the man shot it at Ashura. Ashura leapt out of the way, the shadow ball destroying a tree behind him. He just barely dodged a strike from the man’s sword having it only cut his arm. Ashura blocked a vertical then a horizontal slash but couldn’t get out of the way as the man hit him with a sidekick. Ashura felt something in his stomach rupture as he was thrown back by the force of the man’s kick. As Ashura was flying through the air, he called out, “Dark lightning.” A black blot of lightning shot out of Ashura’s hand and hit his adversary dead center, sending the opponent sailing into a nearby tree. When Ashura hit the ground the organ that had ruptured had already healed. Ashura used a back flip to get to his feet and charged the stranger. The black Eevee charged Pikachu at lightning fast speed. Pikachu was faster though and jumped out of the way just in time. Pikachu fired a Darkshock at it but it dodged and charged Pikachu again. Pikachu let himself be hit but he grabbed the Eevee and took him with him as they went flying back. Pikachu Darkbolted the black fox pokemon and twisted him around to make him absorb the impact of the ground. Pikachu ended it when he decapitated the Eevee using Darkblade. The Eevee exploded into a pile of ash. Pikachu then ran to help his master with his own battle. Mistaria watched the ferocious battle between two Shadow Masters. The stranger had just shot Mikey with a bolt of dark lightning. The to men were now charging at each other to continue the battle. At this she got over her awe and shot a spike of ice into Mikey’s back. Mikey howled and leapt up into a nearby tree. She then fired a Hailstrom sending thousand of tiny pieces of ice at Mikey in the tree. Mikey leapt again and the Hailstrom shredded the tree to sawdust. Mikey had leapt at her from the tree, black sword raised to deliver a vertical kill blow when a second black sword swung up at Mikey. Mikey had no time to block as the katana decapitated him. Mikey exploded into dust a foot away from Mistaria. The strange man that helped her stood over her and offered his hand. She took it and he helped her stand up. “So do you know why a shadow master was after you?” he asked her. “No,” she lied. She knew that he was sent here by the League to stop her recon mission, but she had no idea how they knew. “Well thanks Mr. …” “Ashura” the man replied. “Ashura, as in Ashura the Assassin?” she asked. “The one and only,” he mumbled to her. “Ash!” “Misty!” To Be Continued… POKEDEX Attack: Absorption Type: Psychic Description: The user can absorb life, energy, memories, and elemental attacks and power through skin-to-skin contact. Must be born with ability to use attack. Very hard to control once activated. Attack: Darkblade Type: Shadow Description: A part of the user’s body is turned into a razor sharp blade. Can only be used by pokemon. Attack: Darkbolt Type: Shadow/Electric Description: A shadow type form of Tunderbolt. Attack: Dark Destruction Type: Shadow Description: A ball of shadow energy that can be fired by the user. A very powerful attack that will destroy any object. Attack: Dark Lightning Type: Shadow/Electric Description: A bolt of black lightning is directed toward where the user sees fit. A very powerful attack that can destroy most objects. Attack: Darkshock Type: Shadow/Electric Description: A shadow type form of Thundershock. Attack: Ice Blade Type: Ice/Fighting Description: Two half-yard long blades of ice that will only break under extreme force. Made for defense. Can be combined into a single yard long blade for offense. Attack: Ice Spike Type: Ice Description: Sharp spike of ice is created and launched at opponent to stab them. Attack: Hailstrom Type: Ice/Psychic Description: A hurricane of hail launched in a direction by its user. Will shred any object to pieces. Attack: Shadow Blade Type: Shadow/Fighting Description: Raw shadow energy is formed into a meter long blade that is indestructible and can cut through any object. It is made for offensive use. Attack: Shadowform Type: Shadow/Psychic Description: The user can revert their body into a shadow and travel at high speeds even through solid objects with no chance of harming themselves or anything else. Attack: Shadow Hand Type: Shadow Description: A hand made completely out of shadow that is of any size will mimic the movements of the hand of its user with unlimited strength. Attack: Shadowport Type: Shadow/Psychic Description: The user can use shadows as doorways to reappear out of another shadow instantaneously.