Alright, disclaimer. For anyone who hasn't, read the story White Fury now, otherwise you're gonna understand little to nothing. For those who have…enjoy.

I yawned widely, taking in my room as usual. I took a breath and smiled, thinking about, well, things. Mom and Dad were doing well…but Dad seemed to be troubled by something. I frowned a little, and someone knocked. "Yeah?"

Dad poked his head in. "Hey, Graham, you're up. Cool. Breakfast is ready if you're hungry."

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'll be down in a sec."

He shut the door, and I took another breath and got up, pulling out a t-shirt to wear downstairs. My parents were okay with it, but my sister Gracie…not so much. For some reason, she didn't like my image.

I shrugged. Her issue. I walked downstairs, but as I was getting close, I heard my parents talking quietly. I got close to the dining room door and kept my ear close.

I heard my mom sigh. "Redoni, I just…I dunno. I don't think they would lie to you, but-"

"I know." My dad sounded agitated. "Alyssa, trust me, I know. They've never let me down before, but…Kylos is dead, completely, that much I know."

My eyes widened, and I heard a chair creak. "Yeah, I know. Should we bring the Revivers in?"

"No. If this is an actual problem…we wait and gather intel. That's our best bet."

"Right. Don't wanna scare the kids."

I heard Dad laugh. "Scare them? I'm afraid they'll be like us."

"Headstrong and rush right into trouble?"

"Exactly."

I heard movement behind me. "They have a point…"

I whirled around to see my older sister, Gracie, looming over me. She was about my height, had black hair down to her shoulders, was 17 (and didn't hesitate to remind me), and, like me, had inquisitive blue eyes. "What are you doing?"

She looked at me. "I could ask you the same thing." She ruffled my brown hair, adjusting my glasses. "Since when do you snoop?"

"I…I dunno, I was curious."

She sighed. "For being sixteen, you sure don't exactly act your age."

"And you do?"

She was about to retort, but I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I turned and saw our parents and gulped. "Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad."

They looked at us with that trademark parental look. Y'know, the 'you're up to something, but I don't know what' look. "Graham. What are you doing?"

I sighed. "Eavesdropping. I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself…"

Dad chuckled and ruffled my hair, his brown hair matching mine and his brown eyes looking into mine. "It's fine, kiddo. Just don't make it a habit."

I nodded, and before I could stop myself, I asked, "Who's Kylos?"

He blinked, his face barely changing. "Who?"

"Kylos. And why is he dead?"

I heard a gasp from Gracie. "Dead?! Mom, Dad, what did you do?!"

Dad stood up straight and looked at Mom, then at us. "You really wanna know?"

Gracie and I nodded vigorously, and Mom said softly, "We shouldn't tell them."

Dad turned to her. "They were gonna be told eventually."

She nodded. "But they're our age. When we did all that…they might go on their own journey."

Dad grinned. "But you gotta admit, that journey was very fun."

She grinned and nodded. "Okay, yeah."

She went into the dining room, and Dad gestured for us to follow him. We did, and the four of us sat around the table in the dining room. He looked into both our eyes and asked, "Are you sure you can handle it?"

I nodded, and I saw Gracie did as well. Dad sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Alright. You know these stories we told you?"

I grinned. "Yeah, those amazing stories about the superhuman White Fury and his team, the Revivers. They brought the Pokémon back and brought peace to the world by destroying Team Nevermore by killing their supreme leader." I frowned. "Now that I think of it, you never told us that name. What, you didn't want a name to the face?"

He shrugged. "It's more complicated than that." He held up his left hand, showing us his marriage ring. "Rings…rings can be powerful. They can by symbolic, they can be more…rings keep getting overlooked nowadays."

Gracie said, "Are you leading us into that discussion of the rings?"

He smiled. "What, is it getting old?"

Gracie chuckled. "You kidding? Rings that, when all together, grant the wearer all the powers of Pokémon, save for Arceus and the legendaries…never gets old."

He chuckled and brought his arms onto the table, and Gracie and I looked at his wrist. Rather, what was on it. "Dad, what's that?"

He held it up a little. A flawless band of white, with a white circle facing up that looked to have some sort of groove…we saw Dad all the time, but we never saw that. "Dad?"

He looked at me, then at Gracie, then stood. "Graham…Gracie…something I've never told you."

He swung his arm in front of him and hit something on the band, and he became enveloped in a white glow. When the glow faded, Gracie and I could see that he was entirely clad in white. A white shirt, white pants and shoes, a white trench coat, and an odd white hat, kinda like a fedora, if the ridges on the front of it were longer and pointed. We couldn't see his eyes, but his mouth smiled as he said, "I am White Fury."

Gracie and I were speechless, and he laughed. "Your expressions are great. Loving this…also, your mom's Quick Fury."

We looked at Mom, and the first thing that came to mind was "Tracksuits must be slimming…"

Mom laughed, and I looked back at Dad, so many questions going through my head, but he held up a finger. "Graham, I know you're burning to know, and I'll get to it. Just wait."

"You killed Kylos?!"

He recoiled slightly. "Yes, I did. He was the leader of Nevermore at the time, and if he didn't die, he would take over the world, and the Revivers would be dead. Don't question my choices."

I blinked at his sudden ferocity. "Dad…"

"Graham, I had to make tough choices in those days. You know how hard it is not to kill anyone when just punching them hard enough will do it? I did what I did, and I'm telling you this now because I doubt you'll judge, among other things."

I shut my mouth and sat. "Why are you telling us, then?"

He sighed and sat. "Because we have reports of another evil rising. Not Nevermore, not Devon, definitely not the Free Ring…but there's definitely something there."

Gracie asked, "How do you know?"

"Arceus visited me. He hasn't since…well, since you were born, Graham."

I blinked. "He was here when I was born?"

Dad nodded. "Dunno why. After we came home with you, we saw Arceus here in the house."

"Wait…it fit?"

He smiled. "Human form. Blond with white eyes, wearing typical clothes. He smiled, came up to you, and stroked your hair. He looked at me and said, 'Redoni…this child shall grow greatly. Eventually he shall be your equal…and possibly more. Congratulations.' Then he disappeared."

I blinked again. "Any idea what he means?"

Dad shrugged. "I rarely understood the guy, so no. Not really."

"I might."

We all looked at Gracie. Mom asked, "You do?"

She nodded, looking a little guilty. "Well, you know how you guys used to let me babysit Graham?"

Dad nodded, and Gracie took a breath. "Well…he's done odd things."

I blinked. "What are you talking about?"

She looked at me. "This would've been before you could remember…somehow, things happened. Levitations, flame, even a green blade once."

Dad looked at me, changing back to normal. "Sounds like my powers…"

I shrugged and crossed my arms, feeling something on my wrist. I looked down-"What the hell?!"

Dad and Mom blinked. "That's the Normal Band!"

It was the same thing Dad was wearing, and I looked at him. "Dad, is this yours?"

He checked his wrist, but his was still there. "No…that one must be yours."

"I can explain that."

My gaze shifted to a man with blond hair and white eyes standing in the doorway. "You…"

He smiled and sat at the table. "Graham. It's good to meet you. I am Arceus."

I took a breath. "Explain this now."

He laughed and turned to Dad. "Just like you when you were his age."

Dad nodded, and Arceus turned back to me. "Anyways…the evil your father mentioned is completely new. As such, I need a completely new guardian."

Dad scoffed. "Not completely new if you're using my kids."

"Kid. Not Gracie."

Gracie blinked. "Why not me?"

Arceus looked at her and smiled warmly. "Don't worry. Your role, while different, is still important. Just be patient."

She nodded, and he turned back to me. "Anyways…Graham, this is your choice. You decide whether or not you take this journey-"

"I accept."

They all blinked, and Dad said, "Graham, this is a big decision. I should know. If you go on this…there's a chance of you dying, increasing exponentially."

I looked at him. "You were a hero, Dad. I wanna be like you." I turned to Gracie. "I assume you're coming."

She smiled. "You couldn't stop me if you tried."

Arceus nodded. "That is all well and good. Do you fully understand the risks?"

I nodded. "Chance of death, payoff entire world. Details figured out later."

Arceus laughed again. "Just like your father…I cannot give you information. You must forge your own path, with your own team."

"Team…"

Dad nodded. "Yeah, my team grew over my journey. Your team is one of the most important things you'll ever have."

I nodded again. "Arceus…just give me a starting direction."

He smiled. "Just check the news once in a while. Something should pop up." He stood and turned to go, and I asked, "Is there anything else I should know?"

He stopped and turned back to me. "Your team is important, and…what is your team name?"

I looked at Dad and smiled. "The Legacy."