Okay, I know you guys really want me to update my other stories instead of starting a whole new one, but reviews help my muse and none of you are reviewing! Sorry about that, I just needed to comment on that. Other than the review issue, this story has been a muse of mine for a long while, only my muse quit on me before I could finish the chapter, but I finally finished (maybe five months later). This story follows the story-line of Pokemon Rangers: Guardian Signs for the most part, though I will skip and/or change things, so please don't get mad when I do that. This will be an ObliviaShipping story, mainly because I like the pairing. Also, I will be rewriting one of my older stories that I deleted a long while ago, so keep a look out for "Quest of the Chosen One: Rise of the Master Trainer"!

Onto the story!

ENJOY!

Prologue

-Oblivian Skies-

The skies of Oblivia were crystal clear and sapphire blue and not many clouds covered this perfect sky. The bird pokemon chirped as they flew with their flocks in the sky, pokemon raced each other and enjoyed the day on the land, and in the sea pokemon were swimming with their schools or on their own. It was a very peaceful day in the region of nine islands.

Two teens, a boy and a girl, were flying through this beautiful sky on the backs of two big dark gray raptor-like pokemon called Staraptor. The girl had light brown hair that went everywhere, very neatly too, light brown eyes and was wearing a short red jacket with no sleeves over a blue and white t-shirt, a very short pair of blue shorts, red and blue sneakers over yellow socks, a red belt with a silver circular buckle, blue fingerless gloves with white cuffs, red goggles with blue lenses that were currently over her eyes and a yellow scarf tied around her neck. The boy looked much the same as the girl except his hair and eyes were a darker shade of brown than hers, his blue shorts go to his knees and his hair-style was more windswept and spikey. Those two were Pokémon Rangers, people who dedicate their lives to protect people, pokemon and the balance of nature. The girl's name was Summer and boy's name was Ben.

The two had been partners for a very short amount of time, but were already in tune with each other. That was because the two of them were good friends as kids. At the current moment, the two were talking about the mission they had received at Headquarters.

"So, how hard do you think this mission is going to be?" Ben asked his rather shy partner. While Ben was more social, Summer tended to shy away from new people and mainly stick to the company of pokemon. However, when it was just the two of them, or when she was with people she knew well, she came out of her shell and was more interactive.

"I don't really know. Professor Hastings made it sound really hard, but Murph made it sound incredibly easy, so I'd say it'll last at most a few months, making it maybe medium difficulty" Summer replied while thinking it over. They continued with small talk after that, hoping to pass the time until they landed on Renbow Island.

Just then, there was a cry of "Laaattttiiiiii", and a red and white blur shot across the sky, trying to avoid a pair of people wearing green shirts and gray pants standing on weird gray flying machines. The two rangers swerved to the side to avoid the pokemon, then met back up after the weird flying machines passed. They shared a look with each other and nodded in agreement: they give chase. And with that, they both urge their Staraptors to go faster. It turned into a race to get to the people, who was now shooting green and pink balls of light at the pokemon, first. Summer ended up pulling ahead of Ben and reached them first.

"Hey! Losers on hoverboard-wanna-bes! How don't you quit while your ahead?!" Summer yelled at the two people they were chasing. Ben flinched at how mad his partner sounded. If there was one thing he learned very fast when they were kids, it was that, while it toke a lot to get Summer mad, when you did make her mad, not only was it explosive, she would also hold it over your head for a long time. She really did know how to hold a grudge.

The two people, the rangers now figured that the two were Pokémon Pinchers, turned their strange machines around on instinct, and Ben slowed his Staraptor down, knowing that Summer could easily blow up in anger at him as well with how quickly she could transfer her anger.

"Red goggles, yellow scarf…" the male muttered, somewhat dumbfounded.

"And a Capture Styler!" the female finished for her companion. "She's a Pokemon Ranger!"

Summer rolled her eyes when the woman shouted that in fear. They were just so stupid she wanted to laugh her head off. As it was, she gave in somewhat and let some giggles escape from her throat before she turned serious again.

"All right, you're asking for it!" the male shouted when he heard her giggling. "Pidgey, attack!"

A small brown and cream bird took off from the "hoverboad-wanna-be", as Summer had dubbed it, to do as it was commanded, its black eyes lifeless and blank. The red and white blur, Latias, had long ago left them far behind for a safer area. Putting one of her Capture Disks in her styler and taking aim with it, Summer pressed a button and released her Disk and, with just a few loops, captured the Pidgey. The reaction was instantaneous with Pidgey's eyes regaining focus and emotion, freeing Pidgey from the Pincher's control. The tiny bird, a female as Summer learned from her styler, flew over to her to await instructions.

"Fly free," Summer told the little bird and, with a chirp, she flew off to live the rest of her life in peace (hopefully).

Of course, the two Pincher's were freaking out by now. And they decided to take their slight frustrations out on Summer. The plasma blasts (the green and pink orbs) only lasted about a minute before going dead and Summer came out of the firing unharmed. And now the Pincher's were really freaking out since they had nothing else to use against her.

"I guess we'll just have to ram her," the female said, but before they could move, Ben finally showed up.

"Let's make this a fair fight, shall we?" Ben asked, amusement lacing his tone and his eyes sparking with mischief behind his lenses.

"About time you showed up. I was worried that I'd get all the fun and then you'd be mad at me," Summer replied, the same amusement in her tone.

"Oh great, there are two of them?!" the male asked/yelled in fear.

"Our plasma cannons aren't working, Rangers keep popping up. I hate to say it, but it looks like we'll have to retreat," the female said, and it looked it they really would when another voice came within hearing range.

"Wait, there's one more on our side as well!"

The voice came from a young man somewhere between the ages nineteen and twenty-one. He had blonde hair that styled to the right side of his head and one of his bangs was colored red. He was wearing a red sleeveless high-collared shirt, gray knee-length shorts and light gray boots with red bands at the top. His blood-red eyes gave nothing away as to what he was thinking.

"Leader!" the male couldn't help himself from shouted that in relief before becoming somewhat serious. "They're Pokemon Rangers," he then informed his leader.

Way to state the obvious, Ben and Summer thought at the same time.

"I can see that." The man stated in a slightly bored yet curious tone. "This is the first time I've seen flying Rangers, though."

"We're one of a kind," Summer said, replying to the "flying Rangers" comment, a little bit of pride in her voice.

"Is that so?" the man asked in a very interested voice. Ben and Summer were both put on edge at his tone. This didn't bond well for both of them. "So how about trying a new sport?" he smirked when he noticed the two Rangers share a wary look with each other. "How about, say, skydiving with no parachutes." His smirk grew bigger at the look of pure shock both Rangers gave him.

Ben and Summer were, for lack of better terms, equally shocked and scared. They were, at least, three hundred feet above the ocean. A fall from that high up could very well kill them. And that was not counting what could happen if either were to live. The odds were definitely not in their favor.

Their thought process was interrupted by the whirling of a machine. Their eyes widened in shock and slight fear at the sight of a huge red plasma blast building in front of the red-eyed man, who was still smirking with a malicious glint in his blood-red eyes. At the last second, his gaze focused on Ben before letting the plasma blast go. Summer made a split-second decision and urged her Staraptor in front of Ben's, taking the hit, and the fall.

Ben's eyes widened in horror when he saw his partner and childhood friend take the plasma blast meant for him. His eyes followed her movements before taking off to try and save her from a watery grave. He was cut off from that goal by a Charizard, a huge dragon-like pokemon with a flame on its tail, who grabbed his Staraptor by its talons and kept the bird from flying. Thanks to the momentum built up, Ben flew off of Staraptor's back, only to be grabbed by his jacket by the red-eyed blonde, who then put a rag to his face. When his mind started to get hazy, Ben realized that the man was drugging him with chloroform. But before he could fight back, his mind shut down completely.

Summer watched all of this as she fell towards the water of the ocean. Knowing that there was nothing she could do for her partner, she grabbed her water breather from her pocket and prepared herself for the dive-in. The hit was crushing and knocked the breath out of her and she felt her body weakening. Before she blacked out, she noticed something at the bottom of the ocean that seemed to be glowing the colors of the Rainbow. The last thought she had before darkness over took her was: I hope you're ok, Ben, and I promise that I will find you.

Okay, how was that? Please leave a review and tell me what you think. Remember, I rate how well people like my stories based on how many reviews it gets.

~pokedawnheart