Author's note: Hi to everyone out there! The story is a PMD fic, but it doesn't follow the game storyline. If you find any spelling/grammatical/continuity errors, please don't hesitate to review to let me know the mistakes I have done. That being said, enjoy the fanfiction!

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Prologue 1

Ace's POV

I stared in awe as an arched gateway appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Just a few paces in front of me, Dialga let loose a deafening bellow which threatened to bring the roof of the Hall of Origin crashing down upon us. The legendary dragon pokemon glowed metallic blue as the gateway started to hum with energy and gave off an ethereal hue of light blue.

"It's almost time," I muttered and took a step towards Dialga.

The dragon pokemon gave me a curt nod. "The fate of our world rests upon your shoulders. Do not fail, lest both of our kinds wreck irreparable damage upon the world and life as we know it cease to exist." His voice rang in my head. I knew he was speaking to me telepathically, a trait which distinguished legendary pokemon from ordinary ones.

"We will keep an eye on you. Everything will turn out just as planned." Standing beside Dialga was Palkia, who spoke with such conviction in his voice that for a spilt second I really thought that my plans would prevail before the sense of logic cruelly tugged at the back of my mind. Even if I managed to keep myself alive throughout the mission, my odds of success were minimal.

I gave Palkia a dry smile, nonetheless. I was now their last glimmer of hope, a bright beacon of light that would potentially lead them out of this predicament, provided I found a way to protect the flame from being snuffed out in the midst of this torrential storm.

Palkia sighed as if he could read my mind. He turned to address all the legendaries who had gathered below the grand podium. "My fellow pokemon, today we convene to witness an event which could change the course of history, that of pokemon and humans alike." Many pokemon scowled at the mention of the word "humans", as if it is cursed, and some sweared under their acted as if he had seen nothing, and continued, "True to the words of the Great Prophecy," he directed his glance towards the intricate writings carved upon the walls of the Hall of Origin, "we are on the road towards an inevitable clash between pokemon and humans, of which tension has built up over the years and is now nearing its breaking point. A war … is inevitable, and when that comes to pass, the world as we know it will cease to exist."

The legendaries taking their seats below gave out a collective sigh of despair. All of them looked deflated. The atmosphere in the hall was eerily quiet and heavy, which I could tell from the solemn look in Groudon's eyes. It was a rare moment when he stopped bickering with Kyogre, who looked just as somber. Two seats away from them, Jirachi, the usual bringer of happiness and joy to the hall, gazed at Palkia, her gaze unfocused as if she was trapped in a trance.

Palkia glanced around and regretted the fact that his speech had done nothing to raise his comrades' morale. " However,"he continued, "there's still hope. Our last hope rests upon Ace who has agreed to take on this risky mission to restore order…" His voice trailed away as he noticed that no one was paying attention.

Dialga let loose another bellow which snapped all the pokemon out of their trancelike state. "What's happening to all of you, seriously? As legendaries, there's nothing we can do to help! All of you guys know pretty well that the laws of origin forbid us from directly meddling in this affair. So I say, SNAP OUT OF THIS ALREADY!" As Dialga spoke, I couldn't help but notice his bitter tone. It was true that legendary pokemon were not allowed to intervene in any worldly affairs in strict accordance to the so called "Laws of origin" laid down since the beginning of time. The laws were inscribed on pillars in the Hall of Origin and were prudently observed by all the legendary pokemon ever existed. Nobody knew what would happen if the heavenly law was broken.

I bit my lip. If the pokemon I had worked so hard for months with had little hope that the plan we concocted would succeed, then how would I find the strength to carry on? I broke the silence.

"My fellow friends," I began, but was immediately frowned upon by many of them. I sighed and continued, "I know many of you believe that there is no chance for humans and pokemon to co-exist. It is common knowledge that humans were said to have a cold heart while pokemon, on the other hand, were claimed by humans to have a hot head and harbour a grudge towards them for no particular reason." "Well, best to my knowledge," I added when some of the legendaries stared daggers at me. "But is it really that difficult for humans and pokemon to get along? For the past three months, I have worked closely with each and every of you and you are the most level-headed creatures I have ever worked with, and you know better if I am a cold-hearted person or not," I paused. Some of the pokemon averted their gazes while many of them hang their heads in shame. "We are the perfect counterexamples to this ridiculous claim," I continued. "If anyone can prevent the clash between humans and pokemon, it has to be us. Please don't give up hope," I concluded with more confidence.

The hall remained silent, but not for long. A single cheer broke across the hall, and it soon spreaded contagiously until the whole hall erupted in cheers.

"You have spoken true to your heart. Thank you, human." Palkia's voice boomed in my head. I merely nodded. That was the least I could do.

"It's time," Dialga reminded.

I took a last glance at the ornately decorated Hall of Origin and made a silent promise to return before taking the fateful step into the Passage of Time. Behind me, choruses of "All hail the peace bringer!" still echoed across the hall.