Prologue- Bubble:

A/N: Don't click away! You're destined to be here! This is the start of a new style: Pokémon Xianxia

For my old readers, this has changed.

The vastness was silent. It was not a mere universe, as seen by the lack of blinking stars in the distance. Distorted space in the form of spatial holes disappeared from one area, then flashed into the next, without any patterns.

Temporal condensation in the form of rainbow colored lights zoomed across the emptiness, fading in and out of reality.

This was the Continuum, the ultimate dimension that engulfed all parallel universes and infinity.

At the center of the Continuum was a closely clustered population of activities, as if attracted by a giant magnet of sorts.

A piercing white light streamed out of the middle. It has a profound aura that trumped all other existence. It was the pillar of all. The shadow of a Hall sat upon it, from which the Creator ruled everything.

The Continuum existed because of it- the ultimate domination. Around it flowed the River of Time, which had formed a perfect circle that contained nine White Holes.

For the past eons, the nine had spun consistently at the same pace, all being at the same cycle in the Center Sphere, influenced by the Pillar.

One day, two abrupt flow of blue and pink streamed out of one Hole and ripped through space, crashing directly onto the Pillar.

Immediately, chains of the two colors twirled up to the Hall. Upon contact, its shadow burst into pieces. The white light stopped glowing, and the image of a giant quadrupedal being floated out from within the Pillar.

He stopped at the surface though, as if held back by the chain. However, there was no anger or frustration in his eyes, but an eerie serenity.

He stared into the distance, past the River of Time, which had, in some way, changed to a less reflective flash.

After a while, he sunk back into the Pillar. The White Hole which had shot out the chains slowed dramatically, falling out of the same rate of turn as the other eight.

Ash Ketchum of Pallet Town stood within a bubble, surrounded by nothingness all around him. A mysterious white light shone on him, but there was no source.

He frowned, not quite sure what was happening. He had just returned home from Kalos, and was about to enter the door to be greeted by Delia's bone-crushing hug when everything faded to black.

His attention was caught by a sudden golden light that popped out from his right. It was another bubble that had materialized from nowhere, containing a blonde girl with her hair in tight curls. She had on a tight pink jacket with blue jeans, the trending style in Kanto.

She lied on the ground, unconscious. Her head was glowing a misty pink. The girl looked familiar, Ash thought, but her name couldn't come to his mind.

Instinctively, he wanted to head over to help her up. Upon the thought, his bubble shook and started to float in her direction. The two merged together to form an even bigger bubble.

Ash staggered. A strange gravity kept his feet attached to the bottom of the sphere, stopping him from kissing the bottom.

The boy knelt down beside her and held out a hand to rock her shoulders. As their bodies contacted, Ash's hand flared up in an abrupt blue, while the pink on her head flashed brightly.

Ash yelped slightly and extracted his hand. He recognized the blue… it was the scent of a power that he hadn't felt since the Tree of Beginning.

"Don't worry. She'll wake up soon after the transformation." A powerfulvoice rang out behind him. The blue on Ash's hand wavered with the ancient tune. As it rang, brighter lights fell around them like drapes.

The Pallet trainer snapped his head around. He knew the voice. There was a connection… a mysterious, bloodline connection that would never dissipate with time.

A lanky man appeared behind him in an enormous bubble hundreds of times bigger than his. His exterior was one of a normal adult male with neatly combed hair pushed back into his hat.

He was dressed in clothes of humble patterns of blue and black, with a simple pair of azure boots. However, there was a commanding air tracing him that demanded attention that no disgrace could stain.

In his hand was a handheld staff topped by a purple gem. He pointed at Ash's bubble. His flew into Ash's, and, all at once, the boy found himself standing in a suddenly opened room.

"Hello, my heir." He shot a look at the emerging blue on Ash's right hand. "Congratulations on awakening your powers of the Chosen."

Ash opened his mouth, but no words emerged. A thought popped into his head on a possible guess of who this man could possibly be.

"Let's hope you're not too late, Ash." The figure gave him a plain look and turned around. The bubble started to steered in the direction he was facing.

The boy blinked rapidly. Even with his numerous experiences of saving the world, his mind was still barely quick enough. He managed to choke out. "Are you… Sir…"

"Yes, I'm Aaron. Founder of the Rota Empire." A heavy sigh breathed out of the man. "It's all gone though."

"G… gone!?" Ash felt a rush of excitement and confusion pour through his veins. He couldn't believe he had finally met the legendary guardian that had fathered countless miracles in the lands.

Sir Aaron, in the modern records, was the great Chosen of the Imperial Age to finally unite all warring nations under the Empire of Rota after millenniums of fighting.

He conquered each power of the Home Islands, one by one, until the decisive victory of the Three Hills slammed an end to the opposition, unifying humanity for the first time since the collapse of Pokélantis.

Legend had it that Sir Aaron's troops were trapped in the ravine of the peaks for days, unable to break out. His general, the Great Lucario, was fatally wounded by a scheme on the enemy side, and the entire battle was at the border of a lost.

At the start of the week, the total Allied force had thousands for a number. By the end, merely a hundred remained.

At the brink of collapse, the records stated that a man marched into the battlefield alone, with only his staff and no one else. He would later be known as the first Emperor of Rota.

The general at the time had outraced his troops, having received news of the dire situation. Racing ten times faster than the fastest Rapidash, the Aura Guardian arrived on the Hills before any of his troops had a chance to catch up.

By himself, the great Knight rushed through the battle formations. Not a single man could withstand a single blow. Not a single Pokémon could stall for even a second.

From the foot of the first hill, he ascended to the peak, then back down, and onto the second hill, and the third, and back around.

The eighteen Elites of the Opposition cornered him on his seventh way through their massive army. Countless soldiers, by the thousands, had fallen under his feet.

They lasted a total of eighteen seconds. History remarked the fight as "Swords flew in the air, controlled by an invisible hand. Each penetrated into the throats and hearts of the Elites, and the battle was over."

He arrived at dusk, and for three nights he fought, attracting the attention of the entire Opposition. By the third dawn, his army, which had finally arrived on horseback, fought the war to be over.

On the Three Hills, the Opposition soldiers and Pokémon knelt in submission, with the leaders in chains around him.

Sir Aaron sat on the highest peak, peering down at the world, with a bowl of beer in his left hand, and his staff in his right.

A decade later, the recollection of this scene by an expert Smeargle artist would be ranked as the greatest painting of all times and be maintained until the end of the Central Era.

Ash's thoughts paced rapidly. More questions seeped in before the previous was answered. Why was Sir Aaron here? Where… was this place? Why did he say "heir?"

His daydream was interrupted by a loud groaning behind him, sounding much like waking up to a uncontrolled hangover.

Ash's head turned to find the blonde girl sitting up, with one hand clutching her head, and the other against the bottom of the bubble, holding her body up.

The Pallet raced over to help her up. As his hand touched her arm, her body jerked, and she snatched her arm away, bouncing up like a rocket.

Ash backed up, startled by the dramatic reaction. An aggressive glow of warning and competition streamed out from her eyes.

"Ash Ketchum!" She cried. A second after her feet hit the ground, her knees buckled again from a sudden rush of blood to her head due to getting up too fast… and she fell back down.

This time, Ash grabbed her and pulled her up before the girl had a chance to react. She glared at him, blowing a strand of blonde curls away from her eyes.

"What did you do to me!?" She demanded feistily. Her fist tightened.

Ash's brow furrowed. Even with his kind nature, he was getting annoyed. "What are you talking about!? I don't even know you!"

"You don't KNOW ME!?" Her face bloomed into a deep red the same way a girl would have on after entering the bedroom of her cheating boyfriend. "You're the one who singlehandedly ruin my works of ten years! You DARE to say you don't know me?"

"Who ARE you!?" Ash threw his hands in the air. The back of his mind was itching the way it normally did after a thought was on the border of popping out. She did look familiar.

"DO-MI-NO!" She gritted her teeth. Reaching into her jacket, she ripped out an emblem in the shape of a… Rocket!?

His mind was suddenly overwhelmed by the memory of a Johto incident, making him step back forcefully.

Domino. 009. Black Tulip. The second Mewtwo accident on Mt. Quena. The leading officer in the Rocket mission to recapture Mewtwo, which nearly succeeded.

Realization struck him. That was why she accused him of ruining her life's work… and also why she was so antagonistic. He almost didn't recognize her in her disguise… just like the first time.

Raising his hand to his chest, Ash took on a defensive position and growled slightly. Domino took a look at his posture and sneered. "C'mon, boy. I don't even an entire hand to push you over."
Ash's eyes narrowed. No male could ever accept his masculinity being challenged to such a degree…

"She's not wrong. I'll need to do some serious work with you." The voice of Sir Aaron sounded from the front of the bubble.

Ash dropped his stance and looked back, at the same time both relieved and hurt. Relieved that he needed not face this blonde calamity by himself, while hurt that even the greatest Knight of all times had just called him a… wuss.

Domino did a double take and moved into her own defensive posture. She had not noticed his presence until the moment he spoke… which was so insane for her.

As an Elite, she was long trained in the arts. When she was eight, not even a rat could hide in her sight among the confusing alleyways of Viridian… not to mention a living person in a plain sphere.

As she saw his face as Sir Aaron turned around, her jaw dropped. A rare sight, because she had been trained for a decade not to show emotions. Instantly, she also dropped her defense, because not even her could have a bare chance against this legend.

Her reflex was much quicker than Ash's. Sure, the first thought was that it was impossible, since he was dead… but she was surrounded by empty darkness that had, in all sense, distorted the reality she had known.

Who knew what had actually happened!?

… Actually… "What the HELL had happened!?" She blurted out as a stream of panic rushed up. If this was really what her crazy thoughts had wandered to…

"Wait, and someone else will explain." Sir Aaron said patiently, turning back to face the darkness. "We will be there very soon."

Domino exchanged an involuntary glance with Ash, and snapped her head away with a humph. Ash crossed his eyes but refrained from saying anything.

What she had said just struck him. What HAD happened? Was this… like one of his former journeys of saving the world? If it was… why was she here?

"We're here." Sir Aaron said. The bubble began to slow markedly.

Ash and Domino looked out and identified nothing, but a continuous black vastness that seemed to have stretched on like the past hour of silence.

Suddenly, over the horizon of black, a white glow soared up. It was not there before, as if blocked by a curved hill… or distorted by space-time.

It rose higher and higher. Pure lights shed off in in eighteen vibrant colors. Even for afar, the two humans could feel the cosmic power pouring out.

It was a… gargantuan bubble. Compared to it, Sir Aaron's sphere, which had once seemed enormous, was like a small fish of the ocean.

The two smashed together. Domino and Ash both tripped forward, like being braked at two hundred miles per hour. However, before they could hit the ground, a white glow shone from their bodies, lifting them up before either crashed.

When they were pulled back up, they saw alongside Sir Aaron a blinding white figure in the shape of a llama.

Both Ash and Domino felt their knees hung weak as a torrent of tremendous energy pressed down on their bodies. Even Ash, who had seen the Creator before, had never been exposed to the complete glory of the Original One.

Arceus, God of All.

"Yo, God." Sir Aaron leaned over and whispered. "Believe it or not, too much force."

"Really?" The white glow dimmed significantly into an even gentler gaze. "Better?"

Domino jumped up from the sudden release of pressure, while Ash collapsed from being already to his limit. The girl slammed back down onto his chest.

Both yelped loudly and rolled away like the other was the plague, scrambling up and dusting themselves off with a disgusted glare.

Arceus's eyes behind the magnificent white twitched. Sir Aaron, still by his ear, sighed. "Is this really your plan to save your universe?"

"Was they like this on the way over?"

"Indeed."

"This training week is going to be long…"

"Could you give them more time?"

"Impossible." The glow shook. "This is the Imaginary Realm. I couldn't have them stay for a week without losing their physical exterior to return."

Sir Aaron fell silent. "Then we better start explaining."

"I'm Arceus, and I will skip the useless courtesy and jump straight to the point." The God clear his throat. "In my years of slumber, a force plotting against the universe had been expanding beyond my knowledge. His name is Cyrus."

Ash and Domino gasped loudly at the same time. To both, the name was as much as an emphasis as being under a giant ringing bell.

"Long story short, Palkia and Dialga had been enslaved by some means of his, which I did not know about, until I woke up to…"

Arceus's eyes turned red. The enormous bubble around them shook violently, on the brink of popping at any second.

"The destruction of the entire world."

Sir Aaron gripped onto the two teenagers forcefully, preventing them from a tumultuous faceplant. The Creator closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The bubble's quaking began to die down.

"Sorry about that." He took another breath. "It's just… seeing the world I've worked on for so long…"

Ash's brain finally triggered back to consciousness, miraculously before the Rocket Elite's.

"Impossible! I've knocked him into the pocket universe in Sinnoh!"

Sir Aaron shook his head. "That was exactly what he wanted you to do. That pocket universe WAS his."

Cyrus was the leader of Team Galactic, the main antagonist on Ash's journey into the Sinnoh region. At their final encounter, Ash and the Sinnoh League disassembled the entire organization, with Cyrus disappearing into the distortion of space… never confirmed dead.

"It was Cyrus's method to sneak away, to disappear from the eyes of the world." Arceus spoke up. "He had collected what he needed, whatever it was to enslave the Creation Duo, and he needed a place to put the entire plan into action."

"And into action he did…" Arceus continued. "I woke up last month with the entire realm collapsing. Space fell apart like the shattering of a glass frame, and and time randomly connected the Beginning with the future."

"I… couldn't do anything though!" The white glow magnified, and the bubble vibrated uncontrollably. "I found my powers locked temporarily by Palkia and Dialga's spell, one that they had poured their entire life into just to stop me for a few minutes."

"I couldn't move! If I break their chains, that would be like killing them! I can't kill my own sons!"

"They had lost their mind! Something was controlling them, and he said his name was Cyrus… and that he shall reform the universe into a better tomorrow!"

"My few moments of hesitation was apparently enough for the entire world to slide into the ravine, forever gone."

"And now, this…" Arceus sniffed and raised a hoof, motioning to the darkness around him. "Is what is left of reality… a small figment of the correct timeline… trapped between my Memory that I am upholding and the Final End."

Ash and Domino was stunned into silence. No experiences could have prepared them for this.

The world was… destroyed? Actually, just… destroyed? Gone?

…

"Gone."

Ash rubbed his head with force and stared at the backside of Domino, who was being led away by Arceus. Then he turned back to Sir Aaron. "So… Can you please repeat the plan again?"

The Knight deadpanned. "Ash… this is the fourth time."

"I'm not good with time-space warpholes and stuff!" Ash looked at him seriously. "Do you really want me to screw up the entire plan?"

"Okay, here goes." Sir Aaron sighed. "Basically, Lord Arceus is sending you back eight years in time, to a time in his memory when the world has not collapsed."

"WAIT! STOP!" Ash shouted. "I'm confused!"

"Why are you confused?" Sir Aaron asked exasperatedly.

The Pallet teen scratched his head. "I thought I'm being sent back eight years in the past in reality?"

"Arceus's memory is reality, you fool!" The Aura Guardian cried. "He's the only one alive right now! His perception of the past is the real past, especially since he has the ability to create everything back if it wasn't for the time-space distortion that was put in place!"

"Distortion?" Ash groaned. "What's that?"

"How can your Queen be this much smarter than you!?" Sir Aaron facepalmed. "Better question: How can my heir to the Chosen position be this slow!?"

"HEY!" A hurt look flashed across Ash's face. "Well then why did you choose ME!?"

"Because Fate chose YOU!" Sir Aaron yelled back. Seeing the tilt of his head, the Knight sighed. "Can you not make me go into more abstract concepts and focus on this?"

Ash made a slight gesture. Sir Aaron continued. "Anyways, Arceus plans to send you back eight years in the past to stabilize the timeline all the way up to the distortion."

"During this time, you have to find the source of the problem- Cyrus- and terminate him."

"Wait! If Cyrus has Palkia and Dialga, and the entire timeline is destroyed, how can Arceus send me back?" Ash's thinking face was blaring.

"Because, like I said," His mentor said impatiently, "Arceus's Memory could forge space-time, even if space-time is ruined."

"If it makes things easier for you, think about it like Memory is an ultimate power that lingers above Space and Time. It could revert the damage backwards."

"Then why doesn't Arceus just revert everything?" Ash questioned. "Reach down into his memory and stop Cyrus before he has a chance to wreck the universe?"

"FINALLY! You're getting it! That's what he is trying to do." Sir Aaron smiled. "That's why he's sending you back to his memory- to stop Cyrus."

"However, the problem is, memory is still not truly reality. The only way to turn memory into reality is to merge the last fragment of reality…" Sir Aaron motioned at the bubble around them, which was the last strand, "Into his memory using powers that only a God like him could comprehend."

Ash fell silent. Sir Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Any other questions?"

"Yes… just one." Ash stared into his eyes. "Why doesn't Arceus just do it himself? It's his memory. It should be easy enough to wipe out Cyrus."

Sir Aaron shook his head. "Ash… have you ever try to focus something… something of absolute importance, willingly? For example, can you ever forget your mother, Delia?"

"No… that's insane." Ash blinked. "How can I ever forget Mom?"

"That's why Arceus can't forget Cyrus." Sir Aaron concluded. "Even if he had powers to do so, he couldn't, because he is trying to maintain this last figment of reality."

"If he spread his powers too thin, the entire bubble will collapse, ending the world as we know it."

"And… that's where you come in, Ashura Ketchum." Sir Aaron's eyes softened and patted his shoulder. "We are sending you back with Domino, into Arceus's memory to wipe out Cyrus. When you succeed, Arceus will combine both and return a new universe."

Ash spoke up after a silence much longer than the last. Sir Aaron quieted himself to let the current Chosen think.

"Just one last thing?" Ash's mouth twisted in a weird shape. "Why the hell do I have to work with DOMINO OF TEAM ROCKET!?"

"Any questions?" Arceus stomped the ground. A mansion in pure white formed behind him.

"I understand all of the time-space and memory thing…" Domino coughed. She was still shocked to the core that she was… talking to the God of All. Her brain spun, trying desperately to figure out how to even speak to him.

"Ummm… why did you, well…" She hesitated. "You know… choose ME as the one to save the world with… him?"

"Because my Memory Orb is telling me that you two resonate very well." Arceus drifted off. "ANYWAYS! Any other questions?"

"But still!" Domino persisted, her tone softening a little as she recalled the identity of the being in front of her. "I'm a Rocket girl! I do nothing but evil! Ash is the opposite! How can we… match?"

"There's no such thing as evil, besides those who try to disrupt the order of the universe." Arceus spoke solemnly. "Whatever happens within is only part of the cycle of life."

"Just like a Sharpedo eating a Magikarp doesn't make the Sharpedo evil, Team Rocket trying to destabilize the planet is only a way of evolution in my eyes." The Creator recognized the glint of realization and the unconscious removal of a very deep guilt. "It's only Ying and Yang."

"You're different from Cyrus. He plotted to eradicate balance, to annihilate Ying-Yang." Arceus turned around toward the mansion.

"I think I now know why my prediction had landed on you."

"Close your eyes." Sir Aaron stated.

Ash sat on a futon crossed-legged, like a Buddhist monk, and closed his eyes. His left pointer finger was pointing down, and the rest of the fingers closed into a fist. His right hand was open-palmed, facing skywards.

"Now, go!"

A mist of blue started to pulse out mysteriously from his body. His clothes dissipated upon contact, leaving him in his birthday suit.

However, no one seeing this sight would feel any emotions of shame, but instead a tranquility and even holiness.

A bright blue gathered on his left pointer finger and the center of his right palm. Sir Aaron's took a breath and asked in a baritone. "What do you see?"

"I see…" Ash's voice was hollow. "A… drop… of water… wait! Now a… pond? No! The ponds are… connecting..."

His eyelids trembled. Unbeknownst to him, Sir Aaron, staring at his every move intently, roared. "DO NOT OPEN YOUR EYES!"

Ash's body shook, and the blue wavered, flashing away.

"NIUOU!" Sir Aaron's cry was like a burst of thunder, with a magical effect. Instantly, the blue hue settled back down to tranquility and returned to its slow revolution.

"I SEE IT!" Ash cried. "It's a River!"

Hearing Ash's words took the breath out of the ancient Knight. He stumbled back unknowingly. His hands shook, but his voice was steady. "Do you see anything else?"

"I… don't… no." Ash finished. "The River flowed away, and now everything's black."

"Okay. Use the finishing method to conclude." Sir Aaron commanded strongly. The blue on Ash's extremities started to seep back up.

The Guardian suddenly knelt down toward Ash and buried his head to the ground. In a decibel only he could hear, he mumbled. "Eighteen Chosen, all-hail the King."

Seconds later, he was back on his feet. When Ash opened his eyes, Sir Aaron was standing tall before him, just like he was standing before he started the meditation.

"Okay… so a River?" Sir Aaron nodded. "That means that your Aura affinity is… so-so. You better work hard if you want to become a Guardian."

"Yes sir." Ash lowered his head, a bit embarrassed. "What did you see, sir, when you first looked?"

Aaron's face darkened. "None of your business!"

Ash snapped his head back down. Sir Aaron continued like nothing had happened. "I will teach you all the methods to train, but only actually train you a little. Arceus cannot keep the separation up for long, so we need to work with maximum efficiency."

"You shall practice diligently once you return to reality, do you understand?"

Ash nodded vigorously.

"Good. We shall begin with Force…"

"How much potential does he have?" Arceus looked at Sir Aaron.

"He not only has the best affinity with Aura in all of the Guardian I know…" Sir Aaron took a long breath, his eyes shining with a proud glint. "He even trumped my beginning!"

"You know what he saw in his First Sight?" Sir Aaron rapped on. "A River!"

"What did I see at mine? A pond!"

Arceus did a small double take. "Even the first Lucario from the Beginning did not see more than a lake!"

"EXACTLY!" Sir Aaron peered into the distant darkness, as if he could see the rising of a shining star breaking through the night. "I could not have picked a better successor."

"Well then, I'm glad I didn't pick one of the other ones I had seen."

"How's Domino? How much of her psychic did you cultivate yet?"

"Absolutely terrific. Remember the Spoon Methods that I spent months teaching the Mew sisters?"

"Yep. You said between the both of them they learned six of the Seven."

"Yes. Domino grasped the last six in a week's time, and part of the first as well." Arceus glowed in an excited white. "I'm sure with her intellect, she will understand the most powerful in no time."

"So are they ready?" The knight asked solemnly.

"My psychic is. How's your Aura adept?"

"He has learned everything he needed. I can only lead him so far. The rest, he has to explore on his own."

"A week really is too short."

"Indeed it is." Sir Aaron paused. "Now what?"

"Now, I have to hatch Dialga 2 and Palkia 2." Arceus reached into the air and pulled out a giant magenta egg and a giant blue egg. "They can open my memory for me and create an illusional frame for the past. My hands are really tied right now."

"Can they enter?"

"No. They're in a sense, real. I gathered them from the remains of the real Palkia and Dialga." Arceus said with a deep frown. "If they enter, the illusion will collapse."

"Okay…" Sir Aaron looked longingly at the temple and the mansion. "Time to rally the troops."

"Do we understand everything?" Sir Aaron asked for the last time. "Speak up or forever hold your peace."

Domino looked at Ash, who met her eyes. She ripped her head away with a light grunt. Deep within her eyes was a flash of pink.

Arceus had turned into a giant block of white. On his left and right were two gigantic Legends, one a pink bipedal and one an azure quadrupedal.

"Good." Sir Aaron nodded one last time and waved his hand toward the two.

Both Creation legendary roared at the same time. Spatial and Temporal forces clashed. A black hole was ripped out of the white block of light.

A distant agonizing scream traumatized the Bubble, shaking it precariously, barely from the verge of destabilization.

Sir Aaron's face changed rapidly. "HURRY! Get in before Arceus lose control!"

Ash's eyes twitched and grabbed onto Domino's hand instinctively. She forgot to struggle as a whirl of gravity pushed them into the construct, disappearing from the Bubble.

"STOP!" Sir Aaron cried. Palkia and Dialga stopped pulsing out different energies and stepped back.

The black hole closed, filled back up by streaming white light that condensed into Arceus's form. Visible sweat dripped down his lengthy, llama figure.

He panted. Sir Aaron didn't bother asking him if he was fine. No one who just had his memory ripped open is fine. If the roles had switched, by no means could Sir Aaron promise standing up to the pain while also maintaining the last of reality.

The three legendaries and Aaron waited.

Nothing.

"Uhhh, Boss?"

"Yes?"

"What now?"

"I don't know. Kinda figure it would change the world instantly."

"Please tell me we don't have to actually wait eight years."

"We don't have to actually wait eight years."

"Now say it like you mean it."

"I can't. But what I can say is that you will babysit Dialga and Palkia to keep them intact until they learn to use their powers." Arceus gave the pair a look. "You two almost tore my freaking soul apart."

Aaron looked up at the two towering legendaries, "I can't believe this is actually happening."

"They're a few hours old. Try to stop them from wreaking havoc while I'm gone, or at least do TOO much damage. I'm planning to building the Hall of Origins here."

A/N: Enjoy everyone, and be sure to review. I would appreciate it a lot.