AN: Hooray for super ambitious project I have no hopes of ever finishing but will try any ways! I don't fully plan on continuing until June, just wanted to get the Prologue out beforehand as a personal reminder so I don't forget.

I'll have to figure out how to juggle this and Larry Butz: Ace Attorney together at once. Since Chapter 1 won't start until June, feel free to offer plot suggestions. I already have something basic I plan on building upon but you are more than welcome to steer me around.

Elder Xatu grimaced. For what seems like the millionth time, she has felt the all too familiar sense of dread upon her feathers. Just a month ago, it was tolerable, akin to a bad dream. Now, it came to the point where nightmare barely described it; it was all too real. Much too real. So real, in fact, that she believed it wasn't a figment of her imagination at all.
Upon bringing the matter up to the village residents, the caretaker Cleffairy deemed it fit to bring the matter up to the local guild hall. Deep dread passed among the villagers of Nin'ch as the vision of the human world spread about.

For three millennia, the humans and the native pokemon had held almost no contact at all. It was not uncommon for pokemon to traverse to the other dimension, ever since the great Kalosian war both worlds have always held contact, even if the humans had no means of traveling to our world. The vision of the Elder was shocking indeed, massive weapons of destruction roamed through the human lands, bringing war and ruin wherever they go. The Elder always dreaded her visions. Even if she was the prophet of Nin'ch, the sight of human upon human being massacred brought great stress upon her. In particular, Guildmaster Mienshao seemed to interpret the visions as a warning of what will soon be brought to the land on the pokemon.

This night, the faithful Zweilous remained at Xatu's side, ready at her call. As Xatu drifted off into sleep, the painful vision returned, this time of yet another massacre. Xatu braced herself of what she'll soon bear witness to.

This time, it was a human man. Standing at the outskirts of Cyllage City, he looked onwards with frozen horror as the amplified pokemon roamed through the streets of his beloved city, their unruly 'trainers' pillaging what they could. He had to get through, to find his dear family.
Mounting his trusty Aerodactyl, he set forth to the skies, wary of incoming air missiles. As he slowly glided over to his house, he saw the garden engulfed in flames, Flare grunts surrounding the immediate area. There was no way he could descend, not unless he wanted to be pumped full of bullets.
With a silent apology, he wrapped himself in his burlap sack the best he could and signaled for his Aerodactyl to descend. Within a moment's notice, he heard the sickening sound of rapid bullets pierce through his pokemon. If not for the thick absorbent bodysuit he wore, he too would have suffered much the same.

He and his pokemon collapsed through the roof of his house, where his dear love lay huddled in their living room, tightly clutching a bundled figure. The man climbed over the corpse of his pokemon and headed for the doorway, where he re-enforced the safety protocols on the control panel. On the other side, a booming force filled with anger exploded.

"Son of a whore, the bitch's locked the door again! Get this piece of shit removed or so help me!"

It would seem the door would not last longer. Checking over his cracked, faded pokeballs, he frowned at the conditions of his pokemon.
All of them lay in heaps of blood, weeping in agony. He had installed black market software that effectively made the pokemon immortal, though the pain lingered. He had no idea long they suffered. He only kept them alive in the odd chance that he would require them again. Now that he was with his wife, he released the life support, watching his pokemon pass with their suffering forgotten. Sullen, he scuttled over to his wife, where they would stay until the Flare grunts too their lives.

His only child stared at him with blank eyes. His body was bare, his wife having attempted to sooth his burns to the best of their ability. For the first time in a decade, he finally got to meet his son.

He didn't want the war. He worked, so that he and his son may greet with smiles. Here, they met with tears and blood.
"Why do the pokemon fight?" His son asked.
"I love pokemon so much." His son said.
"I want to be a pokemon so bad." His son pleaded.

His wife let a shrill scream. Knowing his time has come, he embraced his son. One by one, he felt his back being jabbed. Within seconds, the jabs turned into something far worse, the burning sensation of metal piercing flesh.
Clutching his son's head, the man was shot.
And again. And again. And again.

Elder Xatu yet again woke drenched in sweat, eyes filled with fear. The cloth Zweilous laid against her head had collapsed to the side, soaking her bedsheets.
With worry, Zweilous rushed over to Xatu's side. Her feathers still shook at the ruthless mercy of the humans, though she bore special remorse for the human's doomed family.

"This particular premonition, Zweilous. I fear it must be brought to Mienshao's attention. There is a matter of note I am dreadfully concerned of."
"Yes, Elder Xatu! But if I may, who shall watch you as I fetch the Guildmaster?"
Xatu was desperate to sort out her thoughts. She didn't particularly want the company of a caretaker at the moment.
"It is fine, child. I wish to left in silence. There is much I have in mind."

Without a word, Zweilous set out into the dark nighttime rain, headed straight for the Guild.
Pulling up a cushion, Xatu reviewed the events that had transpired. The human she saw had mentioned 'amplified pokemon' and 'Flare grunts'. From this, she made the connection that the ensuing war in the human world may be the works of a particular group in subject, rather than humans as a whole. She felt disgusted with the horrible mutations she saw. What she witnessed may only be best described as feral pokemon, stripped of their very being, serving as only mindless tools. If this war were to reach our lands… Xatu couldn't bring herself to imagine.

Seeing a shadow in the entrance of her hut, she opened the wood door and beckoned for her visitor to come in. With a bow from both heads, Zweilous left Xatu and Mienshao to their discussion.

"Elder, I presume you have news to bear? If so, please do share at once."
"It was death, monstrosities unworthy of being called pokemon. The humans, their evil truly knows no bounds. I saw such that not even the vilest of this world's villains would comprehend."

Mienshao furrowed her brow.

"Do the humans have any motive, so to speak? Do they show signs of traversing to this world? Do they bear any threat to us at the moment?"
"None. For all it seems, the war shall be staying in their lands. If I may, might I suggest we intervene on the behalf of the hu-"
"Elder."

Xatu was cut off by Mienshao, furious at her suggestion.

"Elder, it is of no concern to us what these humans bring upon themselves. We should already be grateful that they have not entered these lands yet. Do you wish for Nin'ch and all of the world to be brought to danger? I think not. This discussion is over."

As Mienshao made her way to the door, she stopped in her tracks. Looking solemn, she turned back towards Xatu.

"At the very least, I shall see to it that precautions are taken in the scenario that the humans do invade. In the meantime, we have no part in the matter."

Xatu was lost in doubt. Is this truly just? Mienshao's words hold great truth, intervening would surely be disastrous. But should we really we staying off? Deep inside, Xatu knew she was receiving the visions for a greater reason. There had to be a purpose, never in Xatu's life had she received visions of the human world. There were instances, sure, but they have not occurred in years.

Her mind drifted off to the family. The child's words in particular had touched her. A confused soul trapped in the middle of a conflict, Xatu couldn't take her mind off.

What is the meaning of the visions?

-Human World-

Standing before his laboratory, a man engaged in hysteric laughter. Calming himself, he turned back to his assistant, who had managed to keep a stern face throughout the whole ordeal.

"You surely aren't speaking in jest, are you not, Grayfaire? You mean… the last little ranger maggot has been squished?"
Grayfaire nodded, retrieving her documented reports from the Cyllage Team. The maniacal professor brushed them away, eager to hear it directly from her mouth. Grayfaire sighed, and recited the document in her hands.

"The last renegade Pokemon Ranger from Almia has been subdued along with his family. Ranger Barma-"
"Stop stop stop! That's all I need, my sweet! Now, how about a toast in celebration? For our dear Team Flare?
"Sir, this is hardly a 'team' now. You do realize we've basically subdued Kalos, Oblivia, Almia and are on the verge of conquering Fio-"

The professor's eyes lit up, though concealed by his thick glasses.

"You're absolutely right, my dear, we've grown! From tiny scrap of Lysandre's failure to behemoth! We need something better, what's better than flare?"
"Inferno, b-"
"Magnificent! Now, what's better than team?"

Feeling frustrated with the constant interuptions, Grayfaire replied with a mockery.

"How about Cult? Inferno Cult? Seeing as you're already bat-shit insane with your stupid world domination goals, it fits perfect-"
"Yes! My dear Grayfaire, you're absolutely wonderful! But I'm not just content with conquering this world, no! I aspire to conquer the pokemon world! You may have a taste of glory on that day for being such a magnificent lady."

Grayfaire held back a smirk. The pokemon world? Old geezer's finally knocked himself out. Besides the incident of a few years pass where numerous people were knocked into a sudden coma, there has been no sign of anyone ever successfully going to the pokemon world. The incident had attracted rumors then, but even brilliant scientists couldn't discern the conditions of the various people who fell victim. One day, they would just wake up, then all was normal again.

Grayfaire sighed. Was going along with this right? Now she's mixed up with all this Inferno Cult business. She only really sided with the professor because her hometown had been ransacked and she had no choice. Whatever happens next, she swore she would have no part.

"All right! A team, B team, C team, you will now head into the pokemon world! If successful, you are to scout out your surroundings and report back!"

Grayfaire sighed.

-?-

"Surely, you sense it too? A disruption in the boundaries of time and space. An unwelcome force is soon descending upon this world."
"You gonna do anything? Want to tell Dialga? You're in some doo now."
"…Do as you wish…"