OK guys if you don't know, this fic was originally called Legendary Salvation, but I have taken it down to do some edits to it. Now it is renamed as Pokemon Colosseum: Heroes (there is nothing to do with the TV show Heroes [which I don't own as well]). I have added the third chapter and going to change my other fic Shadow of the Day according to this to make it more canon. I will try my best to update more often

A major change is that Espeon is a GIRL. She is also not the sister or nor cousin of Umbreon (in other words: no blood relation).

Disclaimer: I don't own anything other than the plot

Chapter 1: My Reasons

I am not your typical teenager.

I am not some kind of teen you see everyday down the street. Someone might call me unique, but usually others just refer me as abnormal, both my physical appearance and my past.

Firstly, I have sandy-colored hair that stand me out from a crowd. Of course there are definitely other people in this world whose hair color is something like mine. What else? Yup, my eyes really scared a crap load of people. Sharp, golden eyes that lots of people say that they are unique, or weird, in a mean way. I guess they are from my father's side, and that is where my past comes into here.

To make things simple, I got to admit that the man who left me and mom behind is my father. Not much memory of him survives in my mind, as I tried my best to wipe him out of my life. Westwood Wolf, the man who left home when I was around seven, never even bothered to send anything back, not even attended mom's funeral. Yeah, as you can see, I have no childhood at all. I never really attended school like a normal kid or had a Pokemon journey with my two Eevees like any other teenagers. A couple of months after Westwood left us, I found mom lying on the floor one day, breathing heavily. I screamed for help; I cried for my father, but only the kind neighbor next door came forward and brought a doctor afterwards. Mom had actually been hiding her sickness from me for a while already. I was not prepared; I was not ready to walk along this lonely road with my two Eevees. That night, I wrote stacks of letters to friends of my parents to ask them kindly to help me contact my dad, but all my efforts were wasted. He didn't even showed up to see mom for the last time.

I could still remember my last conversation with mom, on her bedside...

"Wes, is your father coming home?" those trembling words from her lips still linger in mind till now.

I didn't know what to answer; I didn't want her situation to get any worse. All I did was just nodding at her.

"Good. Remember to listen to him from now on and take good care of your Eevees. I love you two...always.", and her soft hand that was holding onto mine loosened the grip, dropped down and dangled lifelessly.

Indeed, even struggling in her last breath, mom still cared deeply for the man who had abandoned us. That's why my Eevees and I could never forgive that man, the person who brought us sorrows and false hopes to mom. At the funeral, villagers showed up to pay their respects to my beloved mom, while most of them came to give me a gentle pat on my shoulder. For the whole service, I kneed down in front mom's eternal resting place with my Eevees in my arms.

However, the person that I desperately wanted to attend never came. Westwood probably didn't know about mom's death. I bet he didn't even know what kind of hardship and sorrow we were undergoing. Luckily I had my two Eevees standing by me. Though smaller than typical Eevees, those two have strong souls inside, sticking up for me and vowing to protect me in front of mom's grave while licking the tears off my cheeks. That's why I treat them like my brother and sister. They are all I had left now.

The sun was going down when everyone started to depart. They all gazed at me curled up with my Eevees in front of mom's tombstone when they left. Some of them whispering, wondering what was I going to do, after both my mom and dad were gone now. After half an hour or so, when I thought I was the only one left behind, I saw a huge shadow casting over me. Instantly, I turned around, and faced a stranger, who I had never even seen before in the village.

The stranger was bald, muscular, and had strange looking eyebrows and mustache. From the way he was wearing his black suit, he didn't occurred to be the kind of person who wore it often. Here, the stranger stood behind me, staring down at me while I returned my tearful gaze at my future ex-boss. I remember the following conversation granted me a choice that had changed my life.

"You are Wesley Wolf, correct?" he asked me with such an intimidating voice.

"Don't call me Wesley!" I stuttered back, fighting back my tears. Since my father's departure, I tried to forbid others from calling me my full name; the way how Westwood insisted everyone to address me by my full name.

"Just like I thought. You had those piercing eyes like your father."

"That man was not my father! He didn't even show up!"

The stranger wasn't surprised by my rudeness. He just took out an envelope from his pocket, the one that I had sent to all those related to my parents.

"I am sorry about your family. Name is Gonzap. Westwood and I used to...how should I phrase it...have business with each other. I ran an...organization in Orre." he stated.

I was confused by the man's introduction. I didn't say a single word; rather I just fixed my gaze on that crunched up envelope in his grip, trying to avoid hearing anything that had something to do with father.

"As you can see, here in Orre people tend to go rough with their Pokemon, training them to be strong in battle in these harsh conditions and neglecting them of what they want: freedom in the open area. That's right. With vicious trainers from around the region, wild Pokemon became rare due to mass capture or extincted due to this damned dessert condition and fierce battles to survive against other trainers or Pokemon. Therefore I strongly believe we should give them what were deprived from them. We the Snagems were liberators of the oppressed shall grant suppressed Pokemon freedom!"

I could never forget his speech; how it motivated me and tricked me in the same time. He offered a position in his 'organization', guaranteeing me amnesty and allowing me to 'liberate the oppressed' with him. He gave me a night to consider his offer and told me to meet him the next morning.

I could barely sleep that night, mainly because the emptiness in my heart, the first night to be alone in this world, never able to feel the motherly touch any longer. I couldn't open my eyes though, or else I would believe I was waking up from a nightmare and became more depressed after finding out everything was true.

But the quietness of the night also gave me a chance to think about my future. I kept thinking about Gonzap's offer, and after a long night of rolling around the bed with my two Eevees, I made the first decision of my life that could totally alter who I would become to be. Early next morning, I started to pack some practical stuff (mainly Pokemon potion and some old clothes, plus a family portrait), and ironically I could not separate myself from my father's old trench coat and his goggles. The royal blue trench coat was still too big for me, but I threw it at the bottom of my suitcase and put the shades on my head. There, after, many thought, I lit a fire and burned down the house totally, so that I could no longer look back. Without a second glance, my two Eevees and I began to walk to my rendezvous place with Gonzap, and that's when we lost our innocence.

If you have noticed, there are some similarities to the plot line of certain chapters of the manga Fullmetal Alchemist (I don't own that as well). Just note that I might base some characters on those in the manga