Pallet Town had a stillness to it that always made Rael feel like the world was just holding its breath.
It wasn't big, it wasn't loud, and it wasn't glamorous. Just a seaside town with quiet streets, small houses, and more Tauros than people. But to Rael Drayden, it was home.
He sat on the edge of his bed, leg bouncing restlessly. His room was simple—mats for training, posters of famous fighters and champions, and a shelf with a few books on Pokémon battle theory, pressure points, and powerlifting routines. A single window looked out at the fields behind the house, where the sky was bleeding orange into dusk.
He'd already turned eighteen weeks ago.
And he'd waited.
Because she had promised.
His mother, Rina Drayden—the Iron Fist of Kanto—had sworn she'd be personally giving him his first Pokémon. And she'd promised to wait until the day the eighteen-year-olds in Pallet Town got theirs, so Rael wouldn't feel singled out.
Tomorrow was that day.
He stood up and began shadowboxing across the room, strikes smooth and controlled, every motion a product of years of training. His red hair bounced with each movement, sweat glistening on his lean, defined frame. He was proud of his body. Not in a vain way—he'd earned it.
Ever since he was a kid, he'd been raised in the company of Fighting-type Pokémon. Machoke, Primeape, Hitmonlee… they were more than just his mother's team. They were his teachers, his sparring partners, his role models. He'd grown up dodging kicks from Hitmonchan and learning discipline from the stoic Lucario that ran the house like a monk.
Most people his age were only just stepping into adulthood. Rael already felt miles ahead. Living alone since twelve—while fully funded and supported—had taught him how to cook, clean, and think like someone far older. His mother hadn't left because she didn't care. She left because she did. She believed that strength was forged through hardship, and he couldn't rely on her shadow forever.
He'd been bitter for a time. What kid wouldn't be? But as the years passed, the resentment faded. He understood now. She could've stayed, coddled him, raised him like a pampered prince.
Instead, she raised a fighter.
Rael stepped out onto the porch, feeling the cool breeze off the sea brush against his bare skin. The air smelled like salt, wood, and the last warmth of the setting sun.
Tomorrow, he'd finally be a licensed trainer.
Not just in Kanto—in the entire world, nobody under eighteen could legally own a Pokémon. It was a law enforced strictly across all regions. Pokémon were too powerful, too unpredictable. Giving them to kids had led to too many tragedies in the past. The modern world had learned that lesson the hard way.
So tomorrow, it would begin.
His mother would arrive with his first Pokémon. She hadn't told him what it would be. Just that when the time came—when the other kids in Pallet Town would get their starters by the old professor Oak—he would be handed something different.
Something earned.
Rael smiled, fire burning in his chest.
He didn't need a professor to hand him a journey.
He had a mother who punched mountains and wrestled Machamps for fun.
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Far from Earth, beyond even the outer rim of the solar system, something streaked through the darkness of space like a falling star.
"I… I can't keep up with them."
A voice rang out—feminine, breathless, strained. The speaker was a strange, elegant being. Her body was sleek and tall, her form vaguely humanoid but undeniably alien. Flowing strands like hair trailed behind her as she soared, glowing with soft hues of pink and gold. Her crimson eyes darted back.
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Behind her, they came—dozens of Deoxys. Their slender, shifting forms pulsed with alien energy, moving in perfect formation. Their gazes were cold. Unrelenting.
"They're too fast," the creature muttered, veering sharply to avoid a barrage of glowing psychic orbs.
The Deoxys gave no answer in words, only a chorus of distorted, robotic speech—untranslatable, mechanical—and then, in perfect sync, their arms shifted shape and extended outward.
Hyper Beam.
The stars themselves seemed to go silent as dozens of orange-gold beams lanced forward all at once.
The creature twisted mid-flight, pushing her speed to the limit. She narrowly avoided most of them—until one clipped her side.
The explosion sent her spinning off-course, her luminous trail warping as she tumbled.
Ahead of her, a planet loomed—blue, green, clouded. Earth.
She steadied herself, saw the glow of life on the surface, and surged forward.
The Deoxys pursued… until they didn't.
As soon as she crossed into Earth's atmosphere, the alien pursuers halted.
They hovered in formation, watching.
Something about the planet below gave them pause. A presence. A force.
And just like that, they turned, vanishing back into the dark.
The creature plummeted toward the planet's surface, her body flickering with energy as she fell.
She fell to the ground—strangely, without making a sound. She was too light to cause much impact. Quietly, she rose and looked around. Her eyes took in the strange, primitive buildings around her. To anyone else, this was just Pallet Town, but to her, it looked barbaric—crude relics compared to the hyper-advanced civilization she had come from.
Then, she noticed creatures roaming the area. Odd, unfamiliar beings with bizarre forms and strange auras. Night had fallen over Kanto, and the Pokémon that came out at this hour were unlike anything she had ever seen. Her curiosity mixed with caution… and pain.
She was injured. Severely. Each step was a struggle. She could barely walk. Still, she decided to enter the nearest structure. It was risky—these primitive beings might not understand her—but she had no other choice. She slipped into the building silently. Her body was so light, she made no noise at all.
Inside, it was still. Empty. But then… she felt it. A psychic frequency. Weak, but rational. It was coming from above. The frequency wasn't far off from her own species'—just slightly lower. That meant whoever it was, they were almost as intelligent as her.
She floated up the stairs slowly, one step at a time. Her mind scoffed at the rudimentary concept. "Stairs? Are they still this regressed?" She reached the upper floor and spotted a creature resting in a dimly lit room. Its physiology resembled hers just enough to catch her attention.
She approached the sleeping figure and gently tapped his cheek.
Rael awoke instantly. His instincts flared and, startled by the sight before him, he kicked. The blanket softened the blow, but the impact still sent the weakened visitor stumbling backward.
"S-Stop!" her voice echoed inside his head—soft, feminine, and seductive. The psychic message froze Rael mid-motion.
"Telepathy?" he muttered, confused. "Is it… a Psychic-type Pokémon?"
He stayed cautious. This was unlike anything he had encountered.
"Why did you enter my house?" Rael asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I am injured… and I didn't know where to go, so—" she began.
But Rael had already rushed to a drawer, pulling out bandages and a first aid kit. He knelt beside her without hesitation.
"Don't worry, then," he said gently, tending to her wounded leg. His eyes glinted warmly—he loved Pokémon too much to let one suffer. "I'll patch you up."
"Thanks…" she whispered, stunned. "Are all creatures on this planet this kind?"
"What's your name?" Rael asked, now smiling.
"Name? My name's… Arachssion," she replied.
"Such a cute name," Rael said softly. "I've never seen a Pokémon like you, Arachssion. Do you know which region you're from?"
She tilted her head, confused. "Why is this creature treating me like I'm stupid?" she thought. But she answered honestly.
"I am not from this planet."
Rael blinked. "Another planet?"
He stared at her—her features, her energy. She didn't resemble any Pokémon he'd ever seen. And Rael had studied Pokémon since he was little. "Wait, wait, wait… you're really from another planet?"
"Yes," she confirmed plainly.
Rael's mind reeled.
"Then you have to leave as soon as you can," he said, suddenly serious.
"What?" she asked, startled.
"If people find out you're an alien, they'll capture you. You'll become a lab rat."
Arachssion felt her heart twist. The word lab rat hit her hard—not just the word, but the emotion behind it. So not everyone on this planet was as kind as him…
"I was really lucky," she thought. "In our society, we simulate everything in the mind. We never harm living creatures—not even for experiments. To them, this must be normal…"
"Sorry but…" Arachssion's voice trembled. The Hyper Beams that had struck her before arriving had already brought her near death, and communicating telepathically had drained her further. "I can't go back home…"
Despite Rael's care, the damage was too deep. She was dying.
"Arachssion!" Rael shouted, panicking. "Stay with me!"
Arachssion's body began to glow faintly. From her hand, a strange, mystical stone materialized—smooth, vibrant, and shimmering with an otherworldly hue. Something about it pulsed with raw energy and allure.
"What's your name?" she asked weakly.
"Rael… Rael Drayden," he said, his eyes fixed on the stone. The moment it appeared, something inside him stirred. His heart raced. His thoughts fogged. The sight of Arachssion suddenly felt… overwhelmingly sensual.
"Take this," she whispered, handing him the stone. "It's one of the Universe's greatest treasures—one of the seven Sin Stones."
Rael held the stone—and immediately, heat rushed through his body. A mysterious lust welled up inside him. His heart pounded. His body trembled.
"One of the Universe's greatest treasures?" he repeated, his face flushed.
"Yes… that is the Sin Stone of Lust," she said, her voice faint but still beautiful. "Please… keep it safe."
She looked at him with glistening eyes.
"And if you can… one day… avenge me."
And with those words, Arachssion closed her eyes—and passed away.
"Arachssion!" Rael called out, shaken.
The warmth that had surged inside him faded as quickly as it had come.
To be continued...
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Another fanfiction! How was the beggining? Did you like it? Did I make Rael too easygoing?
Also, I'll be changing a lot of thing, but if there's something that is different and that I've never explicity stated to be different, please tell me, it might just be my wrongdoing.
And I can already guess that all of you understood why having a pokemon before the age of 18 is illegale, right? It's obviously for safety reasons... absolutely not because of something else!