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Small eyes peeked warily from under the rubble, bright, baby-blue eyes that surveyed the carnage before it. The eyes were surrounded by black markings and glistened with crystal tears.

The world lay in ruins, mountains were levelled the sky was dark and empty, rivers and lakes ran dry and forests' were reduced to stumps. The ocean was in turmoil, its master lay unmoving at its depths and the Lord of the Land was buried under Mt. Pyre, left to drown in his own warm, scarlet blood. Time was ever changing, never still, but it was too erratic and too unpredictable. Ruptures and tears stained the environment, openings that tore away at the fabric of space itself.

The bright, baby-blue eyes lost its radiance as it caught sight of its friends, comrades and loved ones all dead, dying or suffering. It moved the rubble on its back with great effort, its muscles screaming in pain as it struggled. The cracked, grey pillar moved of the creature's delicate wings and landed heavily onto the elaborate tiled floor.

The small fairy-like creature struggled to stand up as several lacerations on its small body rendered it pitifully weak. Its wings flapped faintly as it tried, and failed, to lift its small body into the cold air. It cried out as the effort proved to be too much for it. It then lifted its head to get a better image of the scene, dead bodies, covered in wet blood, littered the ground of the temple, hands lay motionless with Pokeballs enclosed within them, a final ditch effort that failed miserably. Around them, lay the twisted and mutilated bodies of Pokemon, bruises and gashes spoiling their skin, fur and bodies. They lay close to their trainers, their friends, as a final attempt to protect them. An attempt that was unnecessary, death always had the last laugh.

The small Pokemon tried to go airborne again, but after another flash of blinding pain, resigned to walking on its small green feet, closer to the only source of life that permeated the cemetery of a temple.

The Pokemon stood tall and regal, enclosed in a warm light of tranquility and peace. Its equine features betrayed human emotions of anger, sadness and acceptance.

The Alpha Pokemon, Arceus, stood trembling as he surveyed the scene.

'How?' Its powerful, telepathic voice asked, but the rest of his speech was drowned as the small, baby-blue eyed Pokemon suddenly found its last bit of strength and flew straight at the Alpha Pokemon. Its wings flapped at awkward angles as the cold air pierced through the gaping hole through its chest, a gift from the one who started it all, right before said being destroyed the pillar to flatten the Time Travel Pokemon.

Celebi raced towards her father, Arceus, and just before she smashed into his bloody and bruised body vanished in a flash of light. Arceus glimpsed the small fairy through the corners of his eyes and stared in shock for a few moments.

Then he laughed, for against all the odds, the weakest of all of them had survived, and with her survived hope for the world. Celebi's spirit and determination had proved to be the crucial factor as the small, fairy Pokemon would doubtless begin her trek through time, as its only master, to alter the course of events that reduced the world to ash.

And it began by creating a past that was strong enough to stand against the future. It all began by altering the life events of a certain raven-haired boy. It began by changing his childhood, and guiding him on the path to protect the world.

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Celebi disappeared into a blue wormhole, weak and wounded she was determined to save the future. She had no definite plan and the thought that the fate of the world rested on her decisions frightened her, she was the last hope. Her time in the wormhole healed most of the wounds…except the gaping hole as a result of a flamethrower of unimaginable power. She could feel her life force draining slowly away as she flew through time. Her only reason for surviving was the very core of her power putting a temporary stasis on her wound.

She knew she only had around ten minutes to change everything, it all hinged on ten minutes.

Her ability to communicate to her other selves that wandered aimlessly through time was taken away by the one who started it all, so she had no help in this.

She could try to foresee the future, but her strength rendered her incapable of foreseeing a clear future. She would only be able to make out a few vague images at best.

She let herself be guided by her gut and exited the wormhole and entered a forest, dense with a thick canopy of green leaves. Sunlight struggled to break through the barrier, but stray rays filtered towards the ground and illuminated the rich earth.

Celebi quickly gathered her surroundings and easily identified the forest to be close to Pallet town.

'But why? And what year?" She questioned herself as she fluttered from branch to branch, too weak to fly any faster. She continued to trust her gut and soon found herself at the home of a young boy and his mother. The two were outside the garden and Celebi let herself linger on the scene for a moment.

The boy was running around while his mother watched on, the love in her eyes palpable. The boy stopped and shouted something to his mother and she merely laughed and replied to her son.

Celebi felt the fatigue and weariness seep into her frail body as her actions began to take their toll, outside of the wormhole, she began to feel all her injuries yet again. The hole in her chest started to darken the areas surrounding it and she knew she had almost no time. Yet, she found herself leaning against the trunk of a particularly large Oak tree and watching the exchange with the mother and her son, who had resumed his race of the backyard.

Celebi closed her eyes, she needed a moment.

'A moment you don't have." A voice reminded her. She ignored it, but began to feel a presence awaken deep within her.

The bright, baby-blue eyes shot open as the familiar aura began to spread through her body. Gentle and joyous emotions rang throughout her body as let the aura envelop her.

'Trust me, one last time,' it whispered faintly.

And Celebi shut her bright, baby-blue eyes for the final time, her life all but gone, a smile etched upon her face. The familiar aura enveloping her body.

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Ash ran around the yard shouting and screeching in delight as Summer Camp was over and he could finally relax with his friends and not be forced to wake up at six every morning. He could go back to exploring the forest and eating his mom's food until he felt he would explode and then beg her for dessert afterwards.

He felt free and untouchable, which is what made the scream all more terrifying.

He turned his head to see a dark shadow over his mother and one of its claws through her chest. Ash's eyes widened as he shouted, the world seemed to move in slow motion as he sprinted towards his mother. His voice carrying itself to every ear in the small, peaceful town. The shadow looked at him; its features showed sadness and pity, its claw showed otherwise.

Ash felt tears burn his cheeks as he saw his mother gaze lovingly at him, blood running from the corner of her mouth.

The shadow withdrew his hand with a sickening noise of torn organs and shattered bones, its hand covered with entrails and scarlet blood. Ash caught his mother as she fell and wept, shouting uselessly for her to react.

She was dead before he caught her. Her body started to grow cold as her warm and kind soul escaped her. Ash looked around for the shadow and saw bright, baby-blue eyes staring back at him before it vanished into the calm summer breeze, leaving behind a weeping, orphan boy.

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Elsewhere, on the opposite side of Pallet Town, on a ranch that extended beyond hilltops and grassy meadows was another small boy. He was tall for his age, confident, with spiky brown hair and hazel eyes. He was helping his grandfather with the smaller and less needy Pokemon as the old man was swamped with worrying reports from Johto about a large energy spike being detected in Illex Forest.

The young boy was walking, basking in the soft rays of the sun, as he swung an empty bucket that had fresh meat to feed the baby Vulpixi. He loved the litter since the moment he laid eyes on all four of them, even the oddly looking one with bright yellow fur and a lighter white tail than the rest. He felt attached to the smallest one, which had pitch black eyes an inheritance from its father.

Gary Oak was getting used to the familiar routine of helping out on the ranch; summer camp had been a welcome distraction. He wished it would've extended, he needed to show everyone he was deserving of being Professor Oak's nephew. Sure he got the highest in the quizzes and always was among the top performers in the physical activities, but his grandfather was head and shoulders the best Professor in the region and maybe even the world. So he needed that same sort of superiority over the other children.

Gary was walking towards the main building for the ranch's supplies when he felt a cool breeze against the nape of his tanned neck. The cool felling grew into a cold, dark sensation that spread throughout his body. He turned around slowly, the hairs on his neck standing up, his arms covered in a field of goosebumps. He was greeted by a shadowy figure, whose appearance danced before the boy's eyes. Gary felt terrified; his core was shocked from the overload of his senses. He felt strangled as he tried to get out a scream…

Then nothing. He was weightless, drifting through the summer sky as his body slumped to the floor, a hole through his chest.

The last things that Samuel Oak's grandson saw was a pair of bright, baby-blue eyes filled with regret.

It was only a few moments later that one of the professor's aides saw the motionless figure of her boss' grandson set peacefully on the floor. Her cry for help quickly brought the Professor's attention as he was about to leave to investigate the scream from across town.

Oak saw his limp grandson in his aide's arms, her eyes and mouth moved with no purpose as she tried to convey a myriad of emotions. Oak ran to her sides, tears already present at the ends of his eyes, despair and mourning overcame him as he cried wordlessly into the neck of his grandson, his pride and joy, his last family.

And somewhere deep in the woods that bordered the misery-struck Pallet town laid the angelic form of Celebi, her body nearly completely darkened by the hole in her chest. Her eyes were closed, a smile on her face and a shadow behind her. It touched the sleeping Pokémon's head tenderly as it dissipated into the air. Celebi didn't wake up, not then, not ever. Her time in history had been spent, her involvement over. Now she was to enjoy life's retirement and never open her eyes. Bright, baby-blue eyes that would never reveal themselves to the world ever again.

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The funerals of the freak deaths of Delia Ketchum and Gary Oak were held only a week after their unfortunate ends. The weather cruelly mocked the attendants with warm, sunny conditions and a gentle summer breeze that did little to blow away the cold, mournful atmosphere of the funerals.

The men in attendance wore full black to represent the death of a young man who would no doubt have gone and changed the world with his ideas and aspirations. The women wore all white in honor of the most pure and kind-hearted lady the town had ever hosted. Her radiant smile and charmingly infectious personality would now become a legend that would haunt the town.

But none of these meant anything to the small, fragile boy who stood with his head down besides both caskets. Warm tears trailing down his cheeks and onto the hard ground.

His mother and best friend, stolen from him. He would never taste his mom's expert cooking, he would never hear her soft serene voice sing and tell him stories. He would never feel her arms around him or get goosebumps when she would bring him close, kiss his head and whisper, "I love you Ashy." He would never again kick a ball with Gary and see who could name the most Pokemon or talk about their dreams and goals together, he would never be able to laugh with him and compete with him again…and now he found himself alone in the big, bad world.

An equally mournful figure stood behind him, his eyes drifting slowly from the two caskets to the raven-haired boy in front of him. Samuel Oak had aged decades in a week; bags under his eyes were heavy with loss. His shoulders slumped at the realization of his seclusion, his eyes dim with the loss of his last blood relative gone.

The professor regarded the boy with a pitiful look, by now the mourners had left the two true ones alone. The old, aging man and the young, broken boy both stood in silence. The only sounds were the winds gentle rustling of the high oak trees that stood in stoic over the graves of two cursed souls.

"…Ash, would you like to come home with me?" Oak asked, as he went down on a knee to meet the boy's eyes. He received a confused look in return. Ash's eyes were empty as he pondered the professor's question.

"It's fine; if you would rather go back to the care home I won't stop you. I suppose it was rather foolish of me to assume you would want to…" He left the sentence to himself in the air as he got up and started to make his way to his lab. Just before he took his first step, however, he felt a small hand tug at his trousers. He turned back to see the frightened face of a boy who had suffered more than him. With a wry smile and a heavy heart, Oak picked up the small boy and held him in his arms as the two set off to Oak's house to try and pick up the broken pieces together.

Little did both know, that this was the catalyst for change and this one moment would set the tone for the next decade…

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