(TO BE REWRITTEN) Ash, The Dragon Specialist | Pokémon

NEW DAY

Word Count : 10063

×|×|×

For Ash Ketchum, the great war between the people against Team Rocket and other affiliates ended before he was even born, though those were only mere years apart. For others, they were smack-bang born into the war torn regions, while others were born before it and saw the terrifying descent to a bloody war.

His father, he never got the chance to know, but his Mother told him that the man was a hidden figure who got rid of the evil and cruel Team Rocket. He doesn't know if the man died or whatever the other reason maybe, but he wasn't the only one affected.

For Gary Oak, the great war tore his family apart. He has no mother, an absent father, a barely home and stressed out older sister, and a grandfather who is famous all over the world, and the pressure placed upon him to be the same as his lonely and busy grandfather.

For another person in the next region over, he was born during the beginning of the war, and saw the carnage of death and suffering. A family that was the start of it, a life of suffering until they were rescued out there, the trauma ran deep.

In another much further region, a male teen - near adult - stands before a cliff, a grave just mere inches from their feet. Unidentified yet knowing to whom it belonged to, he ponders if that person was alive, would he have been protected and shielded before the war began? Before he was taken by Team Rocket and used as a slave, before ultimately escaping the organisation? He saw all the depravity and endless cruelty that those people held, he could only hope that the new generation won't experience the same as he gingerly touched the scar on his neck.

Though it happened years ago, it still left hundreds to millions affected, and his own mother was no exception to that. Ash's mother, Delia Ketchum, - bless her soul, though, she's still alive - had become a nomad at some point to avoid the war, and only when it ended did she settle down on peaceful and little Pallet Town.

Gary, his friend, lost his mother during the aftermath of the war, and his father also disappeared like his own father. Gary was now raised by his sister, Daisy, and his grandfather, Professor Samuel Oak.

So many more children out there were in the same case, if not, worse.

He's quite fortunate that he even has a caring mother, and kind people who were fairly close to him.

Today was a slow, maybe even cloudy, day on the normally fast paced and calm sunny Pallet Town, and only a few people were even outside, and he was included in that. School had finished much earlier due to the possible rain, and the teachers didn't want to hold them in the school while it rains and possibly get sick under their hands, and so they were out and on their way to their respective homes.

Six year old Ash Ketchum was walking home alone as the sky continued to darken. In the past month, Gary had begun to bully him, someone he considered a great friend despite all the hardship they have been through.

He was now being called stupid, dumb, a moron- when all he ever did was support Gary as well as his own dream of becoming Pokémon Masters, but Gary started being mean, cruel, and began to tell the other students in the school he was useless as well as weird, and the other began believing him.

He was wallowing in sadness, walking dejectedly as Gary caught up with his new friends.

"Hey stupid!" One of Gary's new friends, Don, called as he tossed a crumpled piece of paper in his direction.

It hit him in the back, and sharp edges of the paper made him give a low 'ouch'.

Gary spoke this time, "Oi Ketchum, look at us!" He yelled, and Ash turned to face them with a sigh, but another paper hit him in the face, and nearly poked his right eye, - it was in the eyelid thankfully - and he gave an agonized yell.