I want to make everything I've done reverse itself. The world obviously was not ready, or prepared for this.

I shouldn't have tampered with the delicate balance that was the bond of pokémon and humans, but it seems like it's too late.

I shouldn't have done it.

I shouldn't have changed everything.

Introduction

My hands dug into my hat, pulling at my mangled unkempt tresses as I viewed the vile human being sitting before me, feeling the intense heat on my face as my anger boiled out of control. "This is not what I wanted at all." I steamed viciously, giving him a dagger filled glare that seemed to have no effect on him at all. "Why the hell are you doing this!"

He chuckled, like he was trying to sound sympathetic, but underneath it all you could hear the cruel evil laugh he intended for, making the tone sound devilish. "Why my dear king," He said patiently, a wide grin stretched across his face. "I did nothing bad. This is your world. Humans are finally separated from pokémon, no more harm will ever come to them, you have won, shouldn't you be pleased?" he asked, delightedly.

"You-you bastard!" I spat venomously, shading my eyes from his sight, no longer able to stand that blood red cyborg eye staring me down. I slightly wondered if he wanted to know where I had learned my foul tongue. "I know you were the one who caused this mess. You know very well I said from the beginning I simply wanted pokémon and humans to be separated, so they would be equal and become separate beings, but somehow, you took that as there being no pokémon here at all! This region has become blank and desolate; this is not at all what I wanted to happen! You've been killing them all, I want it to stop now!" I commanded, outraged, my hands balling into tight fists as if I would strike him, even though I knew I wouldn't. He was far too strong for me to do anything.

He shook his head and sighed, giving me a light shrug. Did he think I was a fool? He was acting as though I was just a small idiotic child who couldn't pick right from wrong. "My Lord, this is a dream world for us all. All pokémon that had belonged to trainers prior to your battle were rid of for good reason, they were plagued with the thought of humans being wonderful beings. We can not have a perfect world with such thoughts in mind, so we did what was best. Pokémon and humans are to finally break their bonds with one another," he stood from the throne, my throne, and stretched his hands out to his sides triumphantly. "This is what Plasma was built on!" he shouted.

I cursed under my breath at his joy, how could one be so happy knowing he was behind the murders of thousands of pokémon? He was trying to make it sound like it was such a wonderful thing that pokémon were being killed simply because they used to belong to trainers. Yes, the whole point of my plan may have been to separate humans and pokémon from each other, perhaps even permanently sever the bonds between them, but this wasn't at all what I wanted.

Just because a pokémon once belonged to a trainer, doesn't mean its mind is forever poisoned.

"How dare you even suggest the idea of killing off pokémon was what Team Plasma was built on. Pokémon are gentle beings meant to be respected and loved, yet you've been destroying that thought and simply ridding of the prior issue in a way that I most certainly did not approve of. All along you've been ruling behind my back when I am the one who is the rightful king, and you've defied me as a father and sage." I seethed, turning away from him, my hatred towards him only growing stronger every minute. "I wish I had never agreed to work with you. All you've managed to do is cause pokémon more pain, and this I will not forgive." Saying this I clutched Zekrom's pokéball tightly in my left hand, I highly doubt he even knew I still had my pokémon. Even I was surprised that I did honestly. Zekrom probably would have been much happier free, able to fly freely in the air with nothing holding him back, but something in me would not allow me to release him. "I don't know how, but I will stop you from doing this, even if it means leaving my kingdom, and even my prior ideals behind."

I began to saunter off towards the exit of the gigantic throne room, the distance feeling like miles as my father's curious eyes burned holes into the back of my head. I was more than done with his ramblings and lies. Perhaps Alder and that Cheren kid had been right from the start, Ghetsis was doing something awful behind my back the entire time, keeping me in the dark from his evil doings.

"N," he began slowly, that evil smirk he had earlier oozing into his words as he spoke. "You know you are forbidden to leave this castle. It is your duty as our king to stay here and keep control of your followers." He taunted.

I scoffed, still refusing to give him the satisfaction of my gaze. "They aren't children. I'm fairly sure they can hold their ground and follow their orders without me babysitting them constantly." I retorted. Of course, in the back of my mind I knew that the majority of Team Plasma's grunts were complete idiotic fools that wouldn't be able to wipe their own dripping noses without my help, but I didn't really care. Plasma was corrupted, I really had no interest in whatever they did anymore.

Making my way to the large mahogany door that rested at the end of the long walkway, I heard Ghetsis move from his seat and walk towards me. I cursed under my breath and turned to meet his piercing gaze, awaiting his words to attempt to stab me like daggers. The sound of rushing water below us was the only thing that soothed me enough to not make a run for it.

"You realize that if you leave," he said, still moving towards me with a devilish smile on his face, "I will not hesitate to send the Shadow Triad after you. You know as well as I do that I can give you as much of a running start as you'd like, but I promise that once they capture you, which we both know is imminent, and you return, punishment will be unimaginably severe." He added, clenching his outstretched hands into fists. "You should be asking if that's really at all worth it."

I glared at him icily, refusing to let him intimidate me. I gritted my teeth so hard I felt my jaw would snap. "I'll take that as a challenge then." I hissed boldly.

Ghetsis began to laugh, one of those unbelievably loud belly laughs that shakes the whole room and pools the drink in your wine glass. I covered my ears, the sound being worse because of how large and acoustic the room was. I cringed at the tone of his laughter, sounding cruel and devilish; it was a sound I remembered from my childhood, which now seemed more and more horrible to me.

He recomposed himself quickly and I removed my hands from my ears, waiting for his next remark. "You have one day to escape." He offered, saying it as if we were playing some sick game. "As soon as the sun sets tomorrow evening, the Shadow Triad will be sent to condemn you. I'd wish you luck but, you don't really have any." He chuckled to himself, not even bothering to fool with me anymore it seemed, and swiftly turned to walk back to sit his mightiness back on the throne that was rightfully mine, obviously wishing it belonged to him, but treating it as if it already did.

I immediately bolted out the door, not even bothering to shut it as I exited the room. I was shooting by grunts of all sorts and ranks and very occasionally one of the sages, all of them giving me confused or concerned looks or shouting my name and trying to stop me. I didn't exactly care where I was going, as long as I got out of that damned castle and away from those people I despised now with my entire being, especially Ghetsis, how I hated Ghetsis. Something had gone wrong. I may have won the battle I challenged with my said "hero of truth" many months ago, but everything I wanted to happen did not. Not only had my plans been changed, but the world had been changed, and not for the better.

Chapter One

The outside air was chilly with the newly developed fall temperatures of mid-October falling across the region. I actually hadn't been outside the castle since close to the end of spring, so it was kind of a shock to see the season so drastically changed. The chill didn't really bother me at all considering I had double layers on, my black under armor shirt and white collar shirt over it, but I knew it would surely get colder as time went on. There wasn't much time for me to stop and ponder the idea of the changing seasons though. I quickly ran as far away from the towering castle as I could, my breathing slowly becoming ragged and exhausted as my lungs tried to adjust in the cold air, but failing, which made my throat sting. Fortunately for me, there was a lot of barren rock right outside of the castle walls, giving me the perfect clearing to make my getaway.

As soon as I was far away enough from the castle to be satisfied with my amount of space, I grabbed the pokéball I had been clutching onto earlier inside my pocket and pulled it out, admiring the red and white colors which gleamed in the evening sun. It had been a long time since I had held one for such an intentional use, rather than to just gaze at it or try to bring myself to release whatever pokémon lied inside, which I could never bring myself to do.

"Zekrom, come on out!" I shouted, tossing the pokéball towards the hard rocky ground. The ball clicked and the hinges sprung open on contact, creating a blinding flash of red light to form outside of it. Zekrom's giant red silhouette formed before me, and as soon as its more detailed features began to come into view, the red light shattered away and Zekrom let out a fierce roar, stretching out its arms and wings. I smiled ecstatically, more than pleased to see my legendary friend before me again after such a long period of time. I was almost furious with myself for keeping Zekrom in his pokéball for such a long time, a pokémon as grand as he deserved much better treatment, especially after all the work he had done for me in my legendary battle, but I didn't really want my followers accusing me of being a hypocrite. Plus, it wouldn't be very easy to let a humongous legendary dragon pokémon wander around the castle when even the height of the throne room was barely enough to fit all of Zekrom.

N, it's been quite a long time since I've seen you. The giant pokémon said to me telepathically. I smiled, glad to finally be able to hear the voice of a pokémon again. Being able to understand pokémon was a gift I had managed to successfully develop over the years. It was probably because I had grown up with pokémon practically all of my life, so over time it became easier and easier to understand what they were trying so desperately to say, and it overjoyed me. That joy eventually became bittersweet though, when Ghetsis began introducing me to injured and abused pokémon. Maybe that's where I gained my hatred for the human species. The things those poor pokémon would say to me ate at my heart, making me despise those who would dare even think to harm an innocent pokémon. I guess that's where all of my ideals started.

"Indeed it has been." I answered back happily, my grin still plastered to my face. "I've missed seeing you a lot and I'm very sorry for having kept you imprisoned for such a long time my friend, but I had a lot of issues come up. I hate to bother you now when you've just gotten to stretching yourself out, but I really need your help." I pleaded, folding my hands together almost pathetically in a sort of begging motion.

Zekrom stared at me bewildered, confused by my plea. Is there something wrong?

I stared at Zekrom helplessly, knowing in my heart it would only be a matter of time before someone outside the castle noticed the large pokémon from afar and came after me. To please him though, I quickly began explaining, "Ghetsis has done something terribly wrong to this region, and I need to see what I can do to fix it. In doing so, we need to leave as fast as possible because he's threatened to recapture me and throw me back in that hell hole." I said, pointing towards the castle. "I don't really have any desire to go back there and take whatever Ghetsis is planning to punish me with."

Zekrom nodded its head once, completely understanding the situation now, and lowered his body as a motion for me to climb on his back. As you wish then. he complied. Swiftly I jumped onto Zekrom's back and climbed my way up to the base of his neck, grabbing on tightly to the jet black scales that covered his body. Zekrom then roared ferociously and stretched his wings out, pushing them down towards the ground, in turn picking up the calm fall breeze and allowing us to slowly hover away from the ground. As soon as we were high up enough, Zekrom pushed his wings back in the air and shot forward at a reasonable speed, the two of us now flying away from the castle. Silently, I breathed in the fresh air, easily preferring it to the stuffy warm air that filled the castle, and reminded myself of the last time I ever got to experience this. Merely a few days before that final decision making battle.

Honestly it was sad, thinking this as Zekrom glided through the air in an unknown direction. After I won that battle that proved my ideals and gained Team Plasma's control over the region, I was still unwillingly confined to Team Plasma's castle, not even able to explore and see the progress over the region I supposedly ruled over. It was almost as if Ghetsis wanted me to stay there for a specific purpose, perhaps trying to hide his rightful intentions from me. Even so, I had no idea what was going on in Unova until recently when I managed to get Concordia to bring me a newspaper. She was very unwilling and insisted that I worry about other things, but after much persuading I was given the newspaper, which adorned a headline I was less than happy to read.

'Region Dead: Pokémon Gone Forever', the headline read, the story with it being no more pleasing to read.

Five months ago the now dishonored trainer, Touya White, had lost in the excruciatingly important battle between our fair ruler, N Harmonia. Ever since then, pokémon were of course banned from use by trainers in the region, and trainers were inevitably forced to give up their lifestyle. From that day, we were to believe that even though we were to give up our pokémon to Team Plasma, they were simply going to be released safely and would forever live in peace. Unfortunately, reporters keeping up with Team Plasma's motives gathered information about our beloved pokémons' situations. Rather than being released peacefully, it has been proven to us that behind the scenes, Team Plasma has been horrifically eradicating pokémon in a number of ways. Not all ways of murder are known of to the press, but any that are will not be disclosed to the public eye due to the graphic nature of them…

That was as far as I got in the story before I burst into a fit of rage, crumpled up the paper, and threw it against the wall. The paper had been released about a week ago, and I must admit I was impressed at the press' ability at obtaining information that I'm sure was meant to be well kept secret, but I was nonetheless enraged. At first I thought the paper was simply telling lies and attempting to tarnish Team Plasma's reputation, but whenever I asked Concordia or Anthea about the speculation, all they could do was nod their head slowly and asked to be dismissed. This was what led me to confront Ghetsis, but there also seemed to be much more at stake with the now decaying land of Unova.

After uncrumpling the newspaper a while later to read more on what was going on in the region, it seemed that ever since I had won the battle, it had been a bad turn for the Unova region. Unknown to me, the economy had already hit rock bottom after Plasma's new laws were set into place, and hundreds of jobs were terminated, leaving possibly hundred thousands of people unemployed, all because pokémon could no longer be a part of peoples' daily lives. Pokéballs were now considered completely illegal, manufacturing of them had shut down entirely, and anyone caught possessing a pokéball or confining a pokémon in any way would be placed in prison under Team Plasma's order, immediately. Life in Unova had become exceedingly difficult for anyone holding jobs in which pokémon were essential, and especially for young ones aspiring to be trainers. The region was dying quickly, in hope and spirit.

At that point, all I could hope was that most people shrugged off the newspaper article as if it was nothing, despite how true it was. I was nearly certain that the paper had likely run many stories in the past that were far less than true, but there was always the chance that everyone believed it. Unfortunately, I from this point on would have to assume that everyone did and avoid practically any person in the region, which was going to be hard.

I sighed as Zekrom twisted and turned in the sky, flying wherever it felt would be best. The sun was already beginning to set, which was almost nerve wracking considering tomorrow would be my only day to get away from the disgusting man I called my father. My long tea green hair batted roughly against my face as the wind beat against my body, along with the speed of Zekrom's flying. It almost made me wonder why on Earth I would have even considered allowing my hair to grow out this long, but it was unique and my own, so I wouldn't be changing it.

"I wonder if I've done the right thing." I said thoughtfully, speaking mostly to myself as I played with the Menger Sponge chained to my belt loop. I'd had it forever, and as a child I used to keep it on a chain around my neck and would always refuse to take it off. Now as a traveling teenager, it was simply much easier and less of a hassle to keep it on my belt loop, but I always grabbed it self consciously whenever I walked to make sure it was still there.

What do you mean? Zekrom replied, still keeping his course straight.

"I almost wonder if I've done something wrong." I answered sadly, my eyes fixated on how my Menger Sponge shined in the dimming sunlight, "Perhaps maybe they were all right. What if I've destroyed a bond that should have never been touched? Arceus, what if I've ruined the world." I added, clenching my teeth in fear.

Zekrom growled at my discomforting inquiry. Unova is the only region to have felt your touch, I can sense it, so you needn't worry about that. Zekrom assured, making me feel a bit better. But if you've done right or wrong, that I cannot answer.

I shook my head, "I suppose there's only one way to find out." Saying this I looked down and pointed to a clearing I spotted in the forest below us, a forest that was luckily a short walking distance from the well known Opelucid city, but I only knew this because I could see the green roof of the gate ahead. "Let's go ahead and stop here, and maybe later we'll find our way in another direction. I want to see if I can find any supplies here first, unfortunately I didn't have time to pack anything."

Zekrom gave a quick nod and began his decent towards the clearing I had pointed to. It almost disturbed me to see that not even one single pokémon was to be found scurrying through the trees filled with discolored fall leaves. As we landed, Zekrom made a loud thud on impact due to his massive size, and the leaves on the tress surrounding us rattled a bit. I slid down Zekrom's back, careful not to accidentally scuff one of his glinting black scales with my tennis shoes, and stood back to admire the forest around us as I reached in my pocket for his pokéball.

"Thank you for the flight ,Zekrom. Please return and get a little rest." I ordered patiently, opening the pokéball which quickly sent out a bolt of red light. It soon engulfed Zekrom in one swift motion and retracted the beam immediately back into the pokéball. I pressed the button in the middle, shrinking it back down to its original miniscule size, and after placing it back in my pocket, I began to make my way towards the thick of the forest. The leaves of the trees were painted different assortments of orange, red, and yellow, giving the surrounding earth an orangey warm glow. I would've considered staying and pleasuring the view if I hadn't been under so much stress.

The place was eerily void of any noise, no chirping from nearby pokémon, and no rustling from trees or bushes. It was far different from how I remembered traveling through here in the past, almost frightening. I almost felt like making some bird calls I knew by heart, just to see if anything would happen, but I sadly knew it would likely do nothing but attract unwanted attention towards me, I was too close to the city to make any noise.

The thickness of the forest began to thin out slightly as I came closer to the town's gate, which to my surprise was void of any life. It was odd, seeing no one standing nearby the gate, but maybe it was because I was so unused to not seeing trainers everywhere traveling on their own insignificant journeys. It made me wonder why I was so bothered by this, wasn't it what I wanted?

Upon entering the gate, there again was still no life to be found, not even the route guide I'd usually see as I walked through these gates. It was as if they just decided to leave because no one ever came through there anymore, which I guess I could believe considering the path I was walking along was the path to the Pokémon League, or more commonly known now as Team Plasma's castle. Come to think of it, I hadn't seen any trainers walking along any of the routes we had flown over. Of course not though, what would be the point of being a trainer in Unova now, it was completely illegal. I almost felt stupid for making such a law now, considering I myself was a trainer and couldn't bring myself to release my own pokémon. I really was a hypocrite.

The light coming through the entrance to Opelucid was dimmer than would be expected for the type of town it was, at least on the eastern side where I was. The interesting thing about Opelucid was that the right side of it was futuristic and glamorous, always expanding and growing in new ways, while the left side was old and rustic, the people who lived there deciding to keep the old ways of their town and refusing to change. Considering I was on the eastern side, I'd figure the light would be blinding me like it had when I first entered Opelucid, but it was dimmed. I was completely baffled as I stepped through the entrance of the city to see that the place was dark and barren looking. There weren't nearly as many people there as I had remembered, only a few elderly couples and a few young adults, walking around aimlessly with sadness and remorse scorned on their faces. A city that had once been so full of life looked as though it had never been alive.

Unsurprisingly, as I walked through the lifeless city, I saw the Pokémon Center, which was abandoned, the lights off and the doors locked, a 'Closed Forever' sign taped to the once sliding glass door. It almost made me thankful that I had been smart enough to save as many healing items as I possibly could for my pokémon. Then again it probably helped a lot that the grunts had tons of items with them that they had planned to simply throw away after releasing their pokémon, but as king of Team Plasma, I convinced them to hand them all off to me, and I stored them where neither Ghetsis or the Shadow Triad would find them. Of course, it probably would have been a smart idea to actually grab some of these saved items and bring them along with me, but I acted out of anger and no idea had surfaced in my mind to prepare myself for a journey away from the castle. I made a note to myself to try and not take out my pokémon as much as possible, despite how much I should.
I felt a tug at my heart viewing the decrepit center before me, almost wishing I knew how angry this image had made people. I almost wondered if Ghetsis was true to his word that everyone had released their pokémon willingly, or if they had done it by force. Ghetsis wouldn't allow trainers to release them on their own, he told me that he instead took the pokeballs so the trainers would not have to deal with the emotional depart, but I knew better now. It almost made me angry that no one had even bothered to try and stop this from happening even after the battle between me and Unova's other hero. Was he the only one who actually cared?

Suddenly I heard rushed footsteps moving in my direction, frightening me a little, thinking that maybe somebody had recognized me and decided to come after me in a fit of rage. It wasn't my fault that innocent pokémon were dying, but one is to almost always blame the figure head. Quickly I raised my hands in a surrendering motion, as if to keep the attacker at bay, and turned towards whoever was running towards me. Fortunately for me, they weren't coming after me at all, but the image before me certainly took me by surprise. Before me was a girl, her medium bangs managing to hide her eyes from view, and she was sweating profusely, suggesting she had been running for quite a long time. She seemed considerably frightened, as though she was running from something or someone, or perhaps she was in trouble.

My eyes wandered to her arms where something was tightly clutched against her chest as she moved in an unknown direction past me. It may have just been my eyes deceiving me, but I swore I saw it moving, maybe even breathing? "Does she have a pokémon!" I thought urgently, feeling my eyes widen.

She had long run past me, but I immediately bolted after her, never having run that fast before in my life. I didn't quite know why I was so suddenly drawn to chasing after her, but I had to know what her intentions were, and most importantly, what she had with her. She must have realized I was following her because she broke into a hefty sprint in an attempt to escape me pursuing her. This of course only made me run faster; I refused to let her escape my view. I chased her out of the city, back into the forest I had started in a few minutes prior, and it showed she really wanted to lose me, dodging through trees and shrubs in a great attempt to get me off her trail. Luckily for me, I didn't have to worry about accidentally pummeling a pokémon in my haste to catch her, so I didn't pay any heed to shooting through bushes and accidentally crashing into trees. Eventually I caught up to her even though she kept running, and in one last try, I lunged my body towards hers with my outstretched arm.

And I caught her by the collar of her shirt.

She screamed, horrified, and struggled to get away from me, twisting and turning in every direction and trying to kick me from behind.

"Let go of me you jerk, I already told you to get lost! I don't have any money to give you, so why don't you just leave me alone!" she screamed, continuing to yell out nearly every swear word known to man as she struggled to escape from my grip.

I turned her towards me, moving my hand swiftly to hold onto her arms rather than her shirt and tightening my grip, and stared down at what she had with her. Shockingly, in her arms to my surprise was a small Cubchoo, covered up with a folded light blue sheet, and injured severely. Its tiny body was quivering as the cuts on it bled, and its teeth were chattering from the fall cold, which was unnatural for an ice pokémon; the poor thing was in bad shape. I couldn't believe that after everything the news had said, there was still a pokémon in this girl's arms. It almost made me want to cheer.

She stared at my hands angrily, still trying to escape from the tight grip I had on her. "See, it's just a pokémon! I don't have anything to give you, let me go!"

I had no clue why she thought I was some robber, but I immediately let go of her, expecting her to run away, but instead she sat down on her knees and quickly removed her pink book bag, reaching into it and rummaging around for a moment. A second or two later, her hand emerged with a green full restore, and she shifted the small pokémon in her arms to allow her better access to it.

"Sorry little guy, this might sting a bit, but you'll be fine in a second." She said reassuringly. She then sprayed the Cubchoo with the full restore wherever it had cuts on its body. At first it cringed and hissed as the medicine made contact with its skin, but just as quickly the pokémon's expression relaxed and looked relieved. The bleeding cuts immediately began to scab as the contents of the bottle seeped into them, and they already seemed to heal. It looked like the little guy had regained its strength in no time.

The girl laughed cheerfully as she viewed the pokémon regaining its composure, relief washing through her voice, I couldn't help but smile myself. Happily, we got to witness the Cubchoo scurry out of her arms and run off into the forest to mind its own business, but not before making its little noises to thank her.

Not even a second later, the girl was giving me an angry yet confused stare from below. "Why the hell are you still here? I'm pretty sure I told you to get lost." She said, standing up off of the ground.

"You know, you really have no reason to use such foul language, I have no intentions to hurt you." I assured.

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "Whatever."

Now that she was standing up, I got to take notice of her features, and I realized she was actually a fairly beautiful young girl, seemingly close to my age. She was somewhat short, but not too short, likely reaching somewhere between 5'6 and 5'7. Her hair was long, almost reaching her middle back, and the color was a chocolaty brown, done up with a ponytail and covered by a white and pink trainer hat. Her skin was lightly tanned from being outside, which was a usual thing with trainers, and her apparel consisted of blue jean shorts that seemed a little shorter than most women would approve of, a white tank top that showed a little cleavage, and a black vest barely covering the sides of the tank. Covering her wrists were black wristbands with a pink stripe in the middle, and a small golden locket was around her neck. To finish her off, her eyes were a peaceful cerulean color that reminded me of the ocean.

She seemed to be taking me in as well, and our eyes managed to meet at the same time. Part of me expected her to blush like many girls I had made eye contact with in the past, and I really had no idea why they did that, but surprisingly, I witnessed something far different. Suddenly, her eyes widened and just as quickly went dark, almost seeming like blue flames were erupting behind her pupils. I was taken aback by her sudden fury filled stare, unable to understand why she was glaring at me in such a manner.

"What do you think you're doing here!" she yelled, the flames in her eyes crackling.

I blinked, "Um, excuse me…?"

Her rage exploded. "How dare you even think of coming down here, why don't you just leave us the hell alone, you've done enough already!" she screamed, eyes tearing up.

I didn't know what to say.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this. I had to rewrite it from how I had it prior, because the plot didn't make as much sense as it could have. Also, I turned my crappy was to be OC into a certain someone I'm sure you can figure out. From here on, I have much planned for this story, and will hopefully be able to update often. Thanks so much again, review if you'd like!

Haha I'm so cool, uploading my revision literally a few hours after I posted the notice. X3