Chapter 334 - My OC Stash #34 - Ashes of the Past by Saphroneth (Pokemon) (1/2)

-This Pokemon fic's so good that it might just pass for the sequel of the series. Its pretty much a well thought out do-over. And it's still going strong after 9 years~

Synopsis: Time travel, based on the Anime. So, the world ended. That's bad news. Who best to get to fix it? Well, there is this guy with a track record in world saving... Not entirely serious. T rating may be overdoing it.

Rated: T

Words: 1919K

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

Ash Ketchum – trainer of Pallet Town, winner of the Orange League and increasingly close runner up in five other regional tournaments – was... confused.

He was floating in black, empty nothingness. No light, no sound, nothing to use as a reference point – and, at first, he wasn't sure how he'd ended up there.

When he tried to remember, instead of the most recent moments he found something strange happening. His mind went straight back to the earliest moments he could remember – flicking past at astonishing speed, as though his whole life were flashing before his eyes on fast forward.

A few things stood out, as though he was slowing down to think about them more clearly.

The first time he saw a Pokémon, at barely two years of age, when Professor Oak – taking care of him when Ash's mother was shopping - was called away suddenly and Ash, Gary and Daisy were left under the supervision of his distinguished old Arcanine, a gentle Pokémon, but a terror in battle decades before when Samuel Oak was the League Champion.

Only reviewing this long forgotten past now did Ash truly realize that he had felt things differently. Other people, he knew, would feel the heat running under the Fire Pokémon's fur. But few would feel the surging, volcanic power in Arcanine's b.r.e.a.s.t just from being near – faintly, but still somehow there to be felt.

Ash hadn't mentioned it at the time, or later. He simply assumed that was what people felt. But now, he was older – and made a connection which suddenly seemed obvious.

Aura, he thought. I can feel his Aura. The gentle amus.e.m.e.nt, the tiny little part of its mind always on the ready for danger. It's just like that Riolu back in Sinnoh... and Lucario.

The memory dissolved, and his life played itself out again, perhaps a little slower than before.

The time he was five, at Cinnabar island on the black sand beaches, and a snatch of haunting song floated through the air.

I know that music… Ash realized. But how? What would Lugia have been doing this far north of Shamouti? Could it be... because of me? The prophecy said I was the Chosen One...

Eight, playing in the copse of trees at the end of the road that led to the sea. It was all one big argument with Gary, more than playing... but, as this memory played out like the others, there was a glimpse of something in the trees. Barely a flash, but the memory stopped. And Ash marvelled. This was not what he had expected to find in his childhood.

For what was unmistakably Suicune was in the underbrush, observing for but a moment.

The memory moved on, and the legendary Pokémon vanished in a blue blur.

The Ash of the past had dismissed it as unimportant, but this Ash – who knew Suicune, and had even ridden the master of the North wind – recognized it as real.

He saw his dreams as well now, running through each night in barely a second, but the pattern was becoming clear now he saw them in succession.

Ash dreamed of Pokémon.

Only those he had seen, and touched, himself – but they were all there, every night, and in startling detail.

His suspicions were confirmed when his memory passed one sad night in November, the year before he had set off on his journey, when Oak's old Arcanine had passed away in its' sleep. At nearly fifty, it had had a good run, but it had been a noble friend and the town was saddened by its' loss.

And Ash no longer dreamed of Arcanine.

”...a strong link...”

Continue.

As the rush of memories approached the present, Ash could catch more and more details until it was almost like reliving the events in fast forward. And those memories now were mostly very happy ones.

When he first met Pikachu, that rocky start which turned into a shining, unbreakable bond. Gym battles, applying himself to training and strategy, meeting all his Pokémon...

He saw his Pidgeot – as Pidgeotto – with a guilty start. In the excitement of the Orange Islands, and Johto, and later Hoenn and Sinnoh and Unova... he had all but forgotten his promise to come back for her.

Then there was something – new.

Ash watched in surprise as he and his friends travelled through a storm to an island he didn't remember seeing, and met... Mewtwo. But rather than being the compassionate recluse he remembered, this Mewtwo was bitter and violent.

Watching closely as this unknown chapter of his life unfolded, Ash saw it all. The clones, the battle... his death, and his resurrection.

It was awe-inspiring to watch, the more so when he realized that he had been the one to make such a difference in Mewtwo.

After that, there were no more big surprises – just the reminder of everything he'd done, crystal clear instead of being crowded out by the moment.

Falling from great heights. Wielding the blue flame of Aura. More falling from great heights. Being possessed by an ancient king... and, of course, his friendsh.i.p.s with all his Pokémon.

Finally, the moving narrative passed New Tork and reached the present – travelling with Iris and Cilan through the Decolore islands, knowing that their adventure together was soon to end but unwilling to admit it.

And then...

There had been a heavy feeling in the air, and everything had suddenly seemed wrong. The very air felt alien-

And then blackness, and this.

Ash swallowed a lump in his throat. Pikachu... everyone... what happened?

A moment later, a voice reached him.

”So.”

It sounded... familiar.

”What do you think?”

He will suffice.

This second voice was even more familiar – but Ash couldn't quite place it. More, it was a mental voice – telepathy – but with such intensity it seemed to touch his very core.

”No need to be so mellow about it – the kid's a natural. More so than I ever was.”

Nevertheless, you will need to train him.

”I can't argue with that,” the first voice agreed. Closer, this time – or it sounded closer, at least.

It wasn't as if Ash had a ruler.

One week. I can hold the separation for that long, but no longer – the weight of what wants to be is pressing down from all directions.

”It'll be enough – like I said, he's a natural.”

Suddenly Ash was standing on a solid surface. He could move, he could feel and see – and then he saw who had been speaking.

Even for his adventure-filled life, it was a shock.

Sir Aaron of Cameran Castle, Hero of the Wave, stood before him in the black void. Fully dressed, and with a crooked smile on his face.

”So, Ash Ketchum,” the hero said. ”It's nice to meet you at last.”

Ash took a few minutes to stop gaping.

”So... the world ended?” Ash asked, frowning.

”Right in one,” Sir Aaron agreed, sitting cross-legged on solid nothingness. ”This is all the boss was able to protect.”

He shrugged. ”From what I was told, this Cyrus guy-”

”Cyrus?” Ash interrupted. ”But... he disappeared! I watched it happen!”

Sir Aaron pursed his lips. ”Well, whatever might have happened, he came back – and managed, this time, to get Dialga, Palkia and Giratina.”

A sigh. ”Some people are just the wrong kind of lunatics – crazy enough to be worrying, competent enough to be dangerous. So he managed to get them, and get control of them, and remake the world in his own image.”

Ash winced. ”What happened?”

”Well, the universe... basically started to come apart at the seams. None of the Celebi could help because Dialga's power was changing the rules of time, and as for trying to intervene...”

”How come we're here, then?” Ash asked. ”Was it this... boss, you mentioned?”

”All in good time, Ash,” Sir Aaron said. ”Now – you saw your life, and so did we. That pointed out a few things to us – one of them, in particular, has to do with Aura.”

”Right, like when we went up the Tree of Beginning,” Ash agreed. ”Sorry about what happened to Lucario, I...”

He shook his head.

”It doesn't matter, Ash,” Sir Aaron said. ”You were there with him at the end, that's more than you could be expected to do without any training... speaking of which, what you did at the Tree showed that you've got natural talent with Aura. I mean, a lot of natural talent.”

Ash blinked.

”Most novitiates can barely feel their own Aura,” Sir Aaron informed him. ”If you'd been around in my day, I'd have snatched you up as an apprentice before anyone else could!”

Sir Aaron smirked for a moment, at some unexplained joke. ”Anyway,” he went on, ”I'm going to train you in how to use it.”

”Train me – but... what's the point? I mean,” Ash added hastily, ”if the world ended.”

”All in good time,” Sir Aaron repeated. ”Now – you used these gloves. Do you know what they do?”

”Well, I guess they make using Aura easier?” Ash shrugged.

”That's pretty close. They actually work by resonating with a natural Aura frequency – specifically, that of the great warrior Sir Aaron.”

Ash chuckled.

”You might have heard of him, I think he lives around here,” Sir Aaron went on. ”I might even have his phone number.”

That was incongruous enough Ash noticed. ”You know what a phone is?”

”Arceus kept me up to date. Yeah, I know,” Sir Aaron chuckled along with him. ”Anyway, that means that for you to use them you have to have the same frequency. Which is an incredible coincidence.”

Again, that unexplained joke.

”And that means they're kind of an aid, like a bicycle is compared to walking. They give you extra power, but they also make it easier to do things...”

It had been a long week, a week in which Ash found himself needing neither sleep nor food – one where every single hour was focused on training.

Sir Aaron had focused on two things, explaining that they'd be important to get straight now and that the rest could wait for when he had time to train and practice 'later'. When 'later' was was never explained, but it was all so interesting that Ash just kept learning exactly what Sir Aaron told him he had to learn.

Surprisingly, combat was not on the list – Ash learned a bit of the basics, how to form a shield that lasted a few wobbly seconds and to throw an Aura Sphere, but that was apparently in the category of 'learn later'. Instead, Sir Aaron first taught him how to train his Aura and how to sense when he was doing well, and then he went down an alley into the mental uses of Aura.

Ash refined his ability to sense a familiar Aura signature, and how to see things on the other side of solid walls. He learned how to feel the thoughts of someone nearby and familiar, and a little bit of how to defend his own mind.

Strangely, it was the ability to touch the mind of someone else which Sir Aaron seemed happiest about – though his only explanation was what had become his mantra. All in good time.

Then, after what felt like seven days of solid effort, Sir Aaron stopped in the middle of explaining how Aura could strengthen the body.

”What is it?” Ash asked, as the knight stood. ”Is something wrong?”

”No,” Sir Aaron replied.

Then, out of the darkness stepped – Arceus.

The creator deity, the Original One. And someone Ash had saved the life of once, though it was thousands of years in the past and may have retroactively been unnecessary.

He is ready?

Ash jumped at the sheer presence. Unwounded and hale, Arceus' mental voice seemed to be more real than Ash himself.

But Sir Aaron merely nodded. ”Yes, he's ready.”

Very good. Explain to him what I am about to do.

Sir Aaron nodded, and turned to look Ash in the eye. ”The only way Arceus found to prevent Cyrus destroying the world was to prevent it from happening in the first place. So he asked the world beyond – which is unaffected, as yet – whether there was anyone who could help.”

Aaron smiled. ”And, as it happened, you've got a couple of people back there who think highly of you.”

He held up two fingers, and tapped the first one. ”First, there's my old friend Lucario – he recommended you straight away. And secondly... there was the Latios whose soul was in the Soul Dew in Altomare.”

”Whoa,” Ash said, trying to get his head around that little detail.

”So, with that reminder and those references, Arceus and I decided to test you – and we have, in a way.”

”How?” Ash asked.

”We saw your past – you probably noticed?” At Ash's nod, Sir Aaron went on. ”And we were both impressed – it's not everyone who saves the world once, let alone how many times you did... especially considering you're still a teenager. So the choice was clear.”

Sir Aaron took a deep breath.

”We're sending you back in time to change all this,” he said.

”There's a reward, of course,” the knight went on. ”For a start, there's how you're now trained in Aura... that's just one thing, of course. There's others, which you'll find out later – and the most important one is this – you can choose the time you go back to. It'll be your mind in your younger body, so you can essentially do things again.”

Sir Aaron held up a hand to forestall any questions. ”Hold on, I think Arceus is ready.”

Indeed I am.

Arceus stepped aside, to reveal what had been in his shadow. I have created a second Dialga, twin to the one outside. It has the task of sending you back, however far you want to go.

Ash barely even had to think about it.

”I want to go back to the day I met Pikachu – the day my journey began, when I first set off from Pallet.”

Sir Aaron laughed. ”Ha! Told you, you great lump.”

Arceus looked displeased. I thought 'any day but then' was good odds...

”Wait...” Ash pointed. ”Were you two betting on me or something?”

”Er...” Sir Aaron tugged his collar. ”Nooo?”

”Somehow, I don't believe you,” Ash replied.

Now, Dialga!

In that second of absolute stillness, Ash thought to himself – using the, or a, Legendary Pokémon capable of controlling time simply to avoid having to answer some awkward questions... that really took some beating.

Then there was a roar, and he fell into blackness.

Sir Aaron folded his arms. ”Well, that deals with that. What happens next?”

I admit to some surprise... I had thought the timeline would change instantly, Arceus admitted. I've never had to use the failsafe before.

”Dia?” the young Dialga asked.

”This is serious!” Sir Aaron said. ”We could be stuck in here for months or years with nothing to entertain ourselves!”

I created the universe and everything in it. I could always use that massive cosmic power to... create a deck of cards?

Dialga perked up. ”Gla, gla!”

Sir Aaron took a step back. ”It's really strange seeing the controller of time jump around like an excited puppy.”

He is ten minutes old, what do you expect? Now, quiet, Arceus admonished. I need to create a few packs. Perhaps some dice, too.

”Can you get Lucario?” Sir Aaron asked. ”We need four for a good game.”

I... can't find him, Arceus admitted, his Spooky Plate pulsing. I suspect that, as his death is no longer certain, he is no longer there.

”That's somehow unfair...” Sir Aaron sighed.

Chapter 2

Ash came groggily to awareness in his home bed, one that felt almost unfamiliar after so long on the road one way or another.

What happened? Did I imagine that last bit? Was I so excited about my trip to Isshu that I made up what I think will happen?

Then he focused on the calendar.

Okay. Either I imagined my entire life from the day I got a Pokémon onwards overnight, or I really did time travel. Well, no need to rush, I know there's going to be a Pokémon for me even if I – oh who am I kidding.

Ash jumped out of bed, dressed himself in seconds with whatever was on the floor and dashed off to Oak Labs.

Luckily, by the time he got there the crowd had somewhat dispersed. Everyone was following Gary, and presumably the other two thoroughly forgettable trainers that had started out from Pallet that day – was Gary driving a sports car? At ten? Some people…

Gary had really improved and become more likeable over the course of the… well, the next few years. But then, so had Ash.

Professor Oak was waiting for him in the Lab.

”Ah, Ash my boy, I see you have-” Here the old man's voice and expression turned sour. ”-finally arrived for the start of your Pokémon journey. Though, sorry to say, there aren't many Pokémon left here at the lab. Hardly any, in fact.”

Ash tried his best to look disappointed, but his heart was too busy going at a hundred beats a minute. Hardly any means at least one… And that means…

”I'm sorry, Professor. I really do want to get going, honest. I just overslept – couldn't get to sleep last night, you know how it goes.”

”Indeed I do. Well, I did at any rate, as you get older it becomes less likely you get worked up about such things. But you may be disappointed, the only Pokémon left in the entire lab is this wild Pikachu I caught barely a week ago when it tried to eat the power cables.”

Ash was cracking up inside. Power cables! Oh, no wonder Pikachu didn't want to talk about it!

”I'm sure I'll be fine, Professor. I mean, I wouldn't be much of an awesome trainer if I couldn't handle something little like that!”

”Ah, the awesome factor. To be young…” Professor Oak handed over the Poké ball.

Ash immediately opened it up and caught the electric mouse as it formed.

He couldn't help it. Even if this Pikachu remembered nothing of their time together, the trials they had faced together… it was still the same Pokémon he would come to, yes, love like a brother. His mind raced through everything the two had been through together…

And as he contacted Pikachu, the little yellow rodent glomped him.

Ash's now trained Aura senses opened the link and he realized something – somehow, impossibly, Pikachu remembered. Every day they had spent together was as vivid to the other as it was to him.

A suspicion came over him, even as he stood back up from where the tackle had flattened him, a huge grin on his face.

Maybe this was what Sir Aaron had meant about another reward. He wouldn't be alone.

”Well, Professor, I think you may have been exaggerating about how difficult this Pikachu was to handle!”

”I certainly thought I wasn't. You have a true talent with Pokémon, Ash.”

If only you knew…

Then Ash had a thought. Samuel Oak, or ”Sam” certainly did know that this Pikachu would eventually become close to him, the only question was how soon. What would have happened the first time had Ash got up early? Would Oak have hidden the other Pokémon to preserve the timeline?

Time travel makes my head hurt…

Outside a small crowd was assembled to see Ash off. Nothing like the hordes of vaguely disturbing cheerleaders that followed Gary around all over the place, but a nice send off nonetheless.

”Oh, Ash! Here's your bag. You forgot it when you left in such a rush this morning.”

”Hehe, thanks. Sorry about that… I think I broke my alarm clock…”

”Well, you won't need it for a while anyway, if you're off on a journey now, will you.” Delia Ketchum was by this point a little choked up, and searched for a distraction. ”Er… where is your Pokémon? I don't see a Poké ball.”

Pikachu stuck his head up from where he was clinging onto Ash's back. ”Pi!”

”Heh, I don't think I'll be keeping any Pokémon in their balls unless they ask me to. It doesn't seem right somehow…”

It was a recent decision to be sure, but Ash felt it was the right one. His Pokémon seemed a lot happier outside their balls for the most part.

Come to think of it, what were the League regulations on maximum number of Pokémon? Was it six with you, or just six per battle, per gym, or per day? It would be good to know.

While he made small talk with the crowd, Pikachu had taken the bag from Ash's mum and was carefully slotting it onto Ash's shoulders.

”Thanks, Pikachu. I appreciate – whoah!”

Pikachu had jumped onto the bag now and was sitting on it, pointing imperiously towards Viridian city.

”Well, I suppose I'd better get going. He's even more eager for adventure than I am.”

It was about halfway from Pallet to Viridian when Ash swung his pack off his shoulders, sat down, and motioned to Pikachu to do the same.

”Guess you're kind of wondering what happened, right?”

Pikachu answered in the affirmative. Ash sighed.

”I'm not entirely clear myself. But… well, remember what happened at Cameran castle, and then with that Riolu and the Pokémon Ranger?”

Pikachu nodded again.

”Seems that I'm really good at using Aura, especially for a human. Basically, I got sent back in time to stop the end of the world by the creator of the universe, and that – the Aura – is why I got picked. No idea how come you have your memories of the future, but…well, we can wonder that later. For now, we need to think about what to do next. We need to visit Cameran castle to pick up Sir Aaron's gloves, which will make it a lot easier on me, but if we walk there we'll have to beat Brock first. And I don't know if I can bring myself to catch Pokémon I didn't know… before.”

Pikachu thought for a second, before asking if Ash couldn't just catch the same Pokémon again.

”And how do you expect me to recognize them, especially if they look just the same as other Pokémon?”

By way of answer, Pikachu covered his eyes, before saying something that Ash translated as 'Aura sight, you fool!'

After a few seconds simply staring, Ash facepalmed and focussed. When he felt the sensation rise up in his eyes, he closed them.

It was the first time using it in the real world. It was breathtaking.

He could see the world, but that was a thing of outlines in grey and black. More importantly, he could see life.

Every tree had a faint green glow around it, and a few stronger points of browner green light indicated what he thought to be Pokémon in the trees. Perhaps they were bugs… the colour presumably had some significance. Pikachu was a blinding yellow that hurt to look at. He would have to test this later.

But there was another bright light, a purplish blue glimmer, moving towards Viridian city from behind him. Presumably still a way off, but there it was. It somehow drew his eye… Perhaps that was Misty, on her as of yet undestroyed bike.

Well, looked like she was an hour or so away. May as well get started on something else that was bothering him.

Opening his eyes, which were momentarily bright blue as the power faded from then, he looked across at Pikachu, who had sat down in the meantime.

”Okay, Pikachu. Something I think you should learn, if you want to.”

”Pi?”

”The ability and skill to manipulate Aura, of course. Partly because teaching this sort of thing helps the teacher learn as well, partly because it's genuinely useful in all sorts of ways, but mostly because that way you can beat up Rock types.”

Pikachu's eyes glistened as he turned to fully face his trainer.

”Okay, close your eyes, breathe evenly. Now, pay close attention to this feeling.”

Ash was kneeling in front of his first Pokémon, who was sitting cross legged on the bulge around the roots of a tree along the path.

As he sPoké, he put his hands on Pikachu's, and then channelled at first a tiny amount of Aura, gradually increasing it until the glow was clearly visible.

”Can you feel it? Good. Now, I want you to focus only on that feeling. Pay as much attention to it as you possibly can. Don't worry if it changes, just make sure you can still feel that thrill of power in your hands. Are you paying enough attention? You should be. You are. Good, that's right. Has it stopped changing? Then open your eyes.”

Pikachu lazily cracked an eyelid and looked at the glow around his hands. It was yellow, which was interesting. Hadn't it been blue?

Then he noticed Ash was about six feet away. On that realization, the glow died as he startled out of the meditative state.

Ash was grinning from ear to ear.

”Now you know you can do it.”

Twenty minutes later, Pikachu could reliably form his Aura outside his body, albeit only as a surface effect.

”Good. Even being able to form Aura means your attacks will be a great deal more potent – it's half the secret of the power of a Legendary Pokémon, that they have good Aura control.” Ash chuckled. ”In fact, the Eeveelutions have a natural production of a tiny amount of Aura. That's why they have such good focus on their elements. Now, the next step is to try and reduce the effects of your natural element of electricity. When it's a neutral Aura with nothing attached, that's when it's the blue I had. That's the most useful type of any one, and it opens the door to further type compositions. So while you learn to produce untyped Aura, I'm going to be trying to add a type to mine. I'll start with electricity myself, because you're readily available for me to check against. But I think first a little practice on something else. Throw a Thundershock at me.”

”Pi?”

”Trust me.”

Pikachu nodded dubiously, and threw a tiny electric shock at Ash. It hit, but barely made him twitch.

”Come on! Something bigger, you know I've handled Thunderbolts before!”

The next shock was more in line with the Thundershock – on their original first day together.

”More! Come on, I'm asking for it!”

Ash was electrocuted about a dozen times a minute for the next half hour, always insisting they keep going over Pikachu's protests.

He ended up looking like he was about to drop from exhaustion.

”Come – huff – on! One more time!”

Pikachu was really worried now, Ash couldn't even keep his eyes open. What was he doing?

”Just – huff – one more, then we – phew – call it quits. Okay?”

”Ka.”

The sizzling bolt of electricity flashed towards Ash – and was turned aside by a green shimmer in front of him, arcing off towards the left.

”Yes!” Ash's fatigue seemed to evaporate. ”I knew I could do it! I just need to see where it's coming from – and that means Aura Sight!”

The sudden celebration and Pikachu's realization that Ash was trying to make sure he could manage Protect still were cut off by a shriek from the road.

Ash covered his face with his hands.

”We just blew up Misty's bike, didn't we.”

Pikachu nodded. ”Pi…”

The young gym leader was lying in a heap in the road with the bike collapsed around her. The tyres had been exploded and at least some of the structure looked bent.

Oh, man, it's worse than last time.

If he were the age he was immediately before the time jump, he would have been getting thoroughly fl.u.s.tered over meeting Misty again. Now, though, there was none of that. One good thing about getting younger was that it meant you didn't have to handle puberty for a year or three.

”Can I help you up?”

Misty looked at the boy and his Pikachu over where she had heard the offer.

Her eyes narrowed. So that's where the lightning came from.

”Why should I accept your help when you did this in the first place?”

Ash looked abashed. ”Well, it was an accident… and I feel kinda guilty… It feels like my responsibility, right?”

She huffed. ”Fine. But you better pay for this!”

”Story of my life…”

”What was that?”

”I don't know what you were talking about. Now, take my hand and I'll pull you up.”

On touching the young boy's gloves, Misty had the most amazing experience. Several years' worth of life flowed into her memory, and a light static charge passed into her, tingling at her belt where the Poké balls were as well.

Misty, reacting instinctively, punched Ash onto the floor.

”Okay, Ash! What the hell just happened!”

Ash grinned up at her, unfazed. ”What just happened is that, as far as you're concerned, you travelled back in time and so did I. There's more to it, but that's the simple version.”

Misty considered this. She was indeed younger than she had been (nooo!), only had three Pokémon (if anything, worse) and was barely outside Pallet Town.

”Okay, spill it. Why, how and why you?”

”The world apparently ended. Some nutcases called Team Galactic tried to take over the world by rebuilding it from the ground up with Dialga and Palkia. Arceus picked me to go back because I was the chosen one, good with Aura-”

”With what?”

Ash stopped for a second. ”I'll be willing to demonstrate, and indeed have a go at teaching you, just let me finish first. Anyway, Arceus got another Dialga to throw me back in time to this morning – and apparently I can restore the memories of others of the future. Now, this is Aura.”

Ash closed his eyes for a second, and held out a palm. A thin, pale blue fire glowed there for a moment.

”I'm still not really any good with the big stuff, I was more taught how to train than trained, but I know how – well, where – to get the big power and control boost I need.”

”Right. Ash is somehow magic.” She shrugged. ”Seen stranger things travelling with you weirdness magnets. So… we're saving the world?”

”Pi!”

”Brilliant. So much for my plans for the decade.”

”Not necessarily. I can do the memory thing on any Pokémon – or apparently person – I spent enough time with. Think of it as: you start where you were before the whole mess happened, and you get to go on from there.”

”Well… I suppose that makes sense. So what now?”

”Now we try to make it to Viridian before that storm gets here.”

Misty looked round. Sure enough, there was a thunderstorm on the horizon.

It was a good few miles to Viridian, and last time she hadn't made it on the bike before the storm caught her.

”Damnit, now I'm going to get wet! This is your fault Ash!”

”Misty?” Ash waited until she was looking at him. ”You're a water trainer who spent three hours with a rebreather once.”

”Okay, so maybe it's not as much of a problem, but still! Besides, that's a thunderstorm and I don't like lightning.”

”Ah well. Things get to worst, apparently Pikachu can deflect lightning bolts, so we'll be OK.”

The walk to Viridian, even through the thunderstorm, was surprisingly pleasant for Ash without the horde of rampaging psychotic Spearow from last time. Though the occasional flare of yellow/blue across the sky was a slightly less pleasant reminder of how close he was repeatedly coming to wholesale electrocution.

Huh. Strange. Those bolts weren't being deflected so much as bounced right back into the clouds.

After a few hours and a stonker of a storm, the rain slowed to a drizzle, then vanished completely.

Ash was now looking up at the clearing sky in anticipation.

”Ash, what are you-”

”Ssh. I'm looking for a legendary I first saw on this exact day, one timeline ago. Look out for a whacking great phoenix headed west.”

”Phoenix? Ash, are you sure-”

”I am very sure. Ho-oh, that's what it is. And I met it later on too – just after you and Brock left.”

”How convenient.”

”I swear! It flew overhead, right about now!”

I see you have come into your power, Chosen One.

Ash froze. ”Misty, did you just say that?”

Misty replied, similarly unmoving. ”I was about to ask you.”

Without moving a muscle on their upper bodies, the two turned to see an enormous Pokémon in the shallow valley to the east of the ridge the road rested on.

I am surprised. Last time my Suicune checked on you, bare months ago, you showed no real sign of what you could inherit. And here you are flaring your Aura with a strength I could have felt clear from Tin Tower.

So, Ash Ketchum of the line of Cameran, why has this change occurred?

Misty staggered over to lie down on the grass. Pikachu was looking confused – he'd believed in Ash, of course, they'd both seen Ho-Oh before – but had not expected the current course of events.

Ash was utterly flabbergasted.

”The line of WHAT?”

There is much to tell, and little enough time to do it. I request a mental link.

”Ergh… Yeah, sure. That needs contact, right?”

Correct.

The huge right wing moved forwards.

Simply take one of the feathers, that will suffice.

Ash reached out to the Rainbow Wing.

The world fell away.

Colour surrounded Ash, as once more he became a mere viewpoint, looking upon something he could not understand… though there was something about it…

Thought was what it was, he realized. He was seeing the mind of the Legend of the Storm's End, a humbling experience. But there seemed to be some kind of message meant, perhaps, for him. He concentrated-

History. A few thousand people, dressed in archaic outfits and many of them armed, kneeling before an assemblage of all the legendary Pokémon Ash had ever seen – except for the Isshu pantheon – and apparently pledging themselves to aid their nation's protectors.

These are the Chosen, who defined these islands as a contiguous whole. They all possessed gifts that allowed them unusual skill.

War. Battles, from the time of the Jomon to the Meiji restoration. Pokémon, in roles not as companions, but as warriors, shock troops, medics, cavalry.

True battles of the type the formalized sport bore little resemblance to.

And everywhere, the Chosen or other heroic figures in the vanguard.

Peace. Man and Alakazam climbing to the top of a mountain, to meet an aged priest there, a venerable figure seeming to radiate an inner tranquillity.

The man is another of the Chosen's descendants. They were the most powerful, most skilled, the servants of their people.

A flash of movement. The sight of a great flood, and of a strong man pushing, pulling, cajoling and carrying vulnerable Pokémon to safety. The… memory?.. showed everything, even to the man losing strength as the cold sapped his muscles, slipping into the water having saved every other man, woman, child and Pokémon in the path of the flood.

But every line is vulnerable.

The champions died most often, it was the nature of their calling.

Once, every city had one or more. Now, there is often only a single one of the warrior Chosen across an entire island. Johto and Kanto are bereft but for the Dragon Tamers, Hoenn has only the Stone clan, and Sinnoh is overseen by but a single person.

I must beg of you, as one of the heirs. Do you wish to join this elite brotherhood?

Ash was overwhelmed by the news. ”So… why me specifically?”

You are of the line of the knights of Cameran castle. Few know it, the line of descent has lost much of its' power and lore over the centuries, never truly recovering after the loss of Sir Aaron. Your father found out, at the end, but died in the discovering. It was he who broke the great wave that threatened to sweep away the inhabitants of Pacifidlog.

I am sorry if discovering this truth causes you pain. I had not thought of the effect it might have.

”No, it's kinda nice. To know that he was… well, a hero. To know that he didn't leave by choice… I always feared that.”

You have a noble heart. And I feel that you have already accepted this destiny. Very well, now there is one more issue to handle. Do you know what a Poké ball does to those it captures, that can never be undone?

”Er… never undone… oh! It makes it so that the Pokémon can't be caught again! Because that stops people stealing them!”

Correct. So, I ask this. Catch me in one of your Poké balls, then release me again and let me go on my way. Then do the same with others of the legendary pantheons who request it of you. You are a good man, and we will be safe in this way from those who would seek to chain us.

There was the sense of a grin's reflection, ethereal in the shared world. And who knows. We might pitch in from time to time. Imagine the spectacle at a contest!