In a quiet corner of Pewter City, far from the noise of the bustling museum and the challenge cries echoing from the Gym, a boy named Sirius Drake stood on a rocky ledge, his gaze locked on the horizon.
He was eleven—just a year older than Ash Ketchum of Pallet Town—but his eyes held a quiet intensity, as if he carried storms behind their silver hue. His dark jacket billowed slightly in the wind, the edges frayed from travel. Strapped to his belt was a single Poké Ball, gleaming faintly in the morning sun.
He wasn't like the other Trainers.
Where others rushed into battle eager for glory or caught Pokémon for sport, Sirius moved with purpose. For him, the journey was not just about badges or fame—it was about finding something long lost. A truth that had been buried with his family's name. The Drakes had once been one of Kanto's oldest Trainer bloodlines… until they vanished from the records.
All except for him.
A faint chirp came from beside him. A small flame flickered in the early breeze—a Charmander, but not just any. This one bore a long scar across its back, a mark from a battle long before Sirius had found it. The two were alike in that way—scarred, driven, bonded not just by friendship, but by survival.
"Let's go," Sirius said, his voice low. "The Indigo League isn't going to wait."
The boy and his Pokémon began their descent down the slope, headed east. Somewhere out there, Ash Ketchum was just beginning his journey. Sirius Drake had already started his—and his path would be darker, filled with secrets, rivalries, and the shadow of a fire that never died.
This is his story.