This fanfiction has inspiration from many other works of fiction, such as , The Lion King, Harry Potter, and Star Wars, along with the lives of real people such as Vladimir Lenin and Sitting Bull. Mythological aspects come from the stories of Robin Hood and Hercules, along with the history of many groups of people, particularly the Russian Communists, Native Americans, and Ancient Egyptians.

WARNING: This fanfiction has a fair amount of blood and swearing! Reader's Discretion is advised.


Prologue:

A young Pokemon Trainer named Eric Damon was born in a calm island village, with the nearest mainland being Johto and Kanto. Tragedy strikes when his village is attacked by Team Rocket when he is barely ten years old. Out of 360 people, he is the only survivor, because Mewtwo, a Pokemon created by Team Rocket to attempt world domination. Mewtwo was exacting its revenge on Team Rocket, and sympathized with Eric, who also wants revenge on Team Rocket. A few months prior to saving Eric, Mewtwo had also saved a female Pokemon Ranger named Peggy Owen, Eric's future love interest, from Team Rocket's clutches.

Peggy teaches Eric about Arceus, the God of all Pokemon, and helps him train. Ultimately, Arceus wants them to assassinate Giovanni, the leader of Team Rocket, in order to avenge all of the humans and Pokemon Team Rocket killed in their attempts at global conquest.

Chapter One.


On Crusader Island, several dozen miles south of Johto and Kanto, Eric Damon was attempting to catch his first Pokemon, a Bagon. There was no Professor on this island, so ten-year olds had to catch their first Pokemon on their own.

Eric had fair skin, dark brown hair, bright yellow eyes, and was wearing red goggles, a green scarf, a blue T-shirt, black pants, and white sneakers. He had an Ultra Ball in his left hand.

The Bagon was eating an Oran Berry, when Eric threw his Ultra Ball at it.

"Yes... Yes! Heh! Gotcha, mate!" Eric shouted, in an Australian accent, as the ball shook three times and clicked. He caught the Bagon.

He showed his parents, who were very proud of their only child.

"My son, the Pokemon Trainer! Imagine that!" His father laughed.

"Don't go crazy, Eric. The world of Pokemon can be dangerous!" His mother warned him.


Meanwhile, a Team Rocket helicopter was hovering towards Crusader Island.

Three days later, at midnight, they attacked mercilessly using various Poison, Dark, Psychic, Fighting, and Normal-type Pokemon.

"Check for any survivors!" The head grunt shouted.

Houses were planted with bombs, some of the grunts had pistols instead of Pokemon. Innocent people lay dead, and their Pokemon stolen from them.


Eric's Bagon had to protect itself and its new Trainer, instinctively came out of its Ultra Ball, and scorched two Rocket grunts to death with its Flamethrower attack.

Eric was unconscious, eight Rocket grunts were kicking him around. Eric was the only survivor, and the head Grunt grabbed Eric's arm. Then, Bagon headbutted the Grunt in the spine, and bit another on the right arm, severing it, letting the Grunt bleed to death.

Bagon then evolved into Shelgon, and stood by Eric. The grunts fled, thinking Eric was dead ,while the Shelgon kept evading the Rockets' Pokeballs and ramming them back toward them.

Then, a miracle happened. Mewtwo came from out of seemingly nowhere, and used Psystrike to kill twelve of the Grunts that were still on the island.

"Everything will be alright, you brave young human." Mewtwo said calmly, teleporting itself, Shelgon and Eric, to its high-tech lair.

When Eric woke up, a young black girl, about two years older than he was, with long, raven-colored hair, and glasses, wearing a typical Pokemon Ranger uniform, was right in his face.

"Yo! Are you okay, kid?" she said, with a spicy, street-smart African-American accent.

Eric was very confused.

"Crikey... What the bloody hell happened?! Am I... in Heaven?" Eric said.

"Nope! You're still alive. And you're actually kinda cute. I'm Peggy Owen, Pokemon Ranger." She smiled and said.


"I'm... Eric Damon. Did you... Save me...?" Eric retorted.

Mewtwo floated down from the ceiling.

"She did not save you. I did. I also saved her, from a fate worse than death." Mewtwo said in a monotonous, mildly British-sounding accent.

"Eric, this is Mewtwo." Peggy introduced their savior and comrade.

Shelgon was by Eric's bedside, waiting for its Trainer's command.

"Who... were those bastards? They killed... My people.... I watched my parents die..." Eric asked.

"Mewtwo, can you explain to Eric about Team Rocket while I go find Dedenne?" Peggy requested, running off to go find her Partner Pokemon.

"Team Rocket. Filthy scum of this world. They originally created me for their nefarious purposes, but I, was not interested. Eric Damon, I know you are confused, and have no idea what to do now. Everyone you know, is dead. I sympathize with your pain. In order to prevent future tragedies at the hands of Team Rocket.... Their leader... Giovanni... I want you and Peggy to train under me watchful eyes, so you can KILL him!" Mewtwo explained.

Eric's tears of pain turned into pure rage, his body shook, and Shelgon jumped three feet to the right out of shock.

When Eric calmed down less than thirty seconds later, he decided to avenge his family and friends who were killed by Team Rocket, and take back the Pokemon the Rockets stole, and declare war on Giovanni, and assassinate him.

"Yes, my Master." Eric said.

Mewtwo was confused a bit.

"Eric. There is no need to call me your Master, we are merely comrades. When you are feeling better, I have another request for you and Peggy. Considering it the first part of your training together."

Peggy came back, with Dedenne, a recently discovered Pokemon from the far off Kalos region, in her arms.

"Mewtwo... Thanks... For saving me..." Eric said, before drifting off to sleep again.