Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon at all, even though I wish to one day...

It was a sunny evening in the middle of autumn, with a fine, light mist developing over a certain mountain not far from Pallet Town. The view from the top was simply jaw dropping for an ordinary person; the sky was a deep colour between the mix of orange and red, with the Sun half way down the sky, fitting onto the horizon so naturally it made the sky look amazing.

However, one person in particular didn't find it amazing at all; to him, he had just found it to be normal, although, he had been living on this mountain for a while. The man in question was youngish, about in his mid-20, and it was obvious that he had been far from civilisation for a while, due to the messy flop of hair, which was cut at irregular angles. On his body was a pair of dark-blue jeans, accompanied with black trainers. Although to someone else, it was so cold up on the peak of the mountain, they would have to wear multiple layers, but to this man, he was wearing a black t-shirt which was tight on his body, alongside a blue jacket.

Looking out at the sky, our hero's mind was flooding with all sorts of ideas and emotions, and they were so much that his hands had turned white due to how hard he had been grasping the rock. Taking in a deep breath, he took his hands off the rocks and began flexing them to allow the blood to circulate back threw them. He knew that now was the time, and all the pain and hurt that had been caused to him was about to be justified. A slight smile formed on his face when he thought about this, but it quickly disappeared when he grasped onto the necklace around his neck, with the name of a person; someone he once loved, but had forgotten about him as quick as the others did. Only one letter was visible through his hand as he grasped the necklace: the letter M.

Turning away from the sky, he began walking away from the scene, grabbing his right land with his left and gently massaging it, before it turned a slight bluish colour. The hand was glowing very gently, lighting up the area barely. As he turned to a solid piece of wall, he placed his hand on it, with nothing happening for a couple of seconds, before a rumbling was heard, and a part of the wall crumbled into small pieces of rock. He walked inside the emergency entrance, knowing that its use had finally arrived: the time for his revival has come.

He walked into the cave, seeing that the majority of his Pokémon were all sparring with each other, whilst somewhere preferring the time to meditate, whilst others were simply playing games with each other. The scene made the mystery man smile slightly, before he brought up both hands to his out and let rip an ear-piercing whistle that caught the attention of all his Pokémon. At first they all let out small groans and moans due to their activities being suddenly halted. But once they saw the secondary entrance being open, their eyes widened. Had the time finally arrived? The one that they had all been training for since they could remember? They all put their thoughts to one side as they huddled around the makeshift fire that was in the middle of the room, intrigued to hear what was going to be said.

"It has been 10 years" The man spoke; his voice was clear yet it sounded like a young teenager. "We have had many adventures when we have been away; some good, some bad, some amazing, and some horrifying that we won't be able to forget." As he said this all the Pokémon were nodding along to what he had to say. They all knew with what had happened; it was a horrible thing for them to have encountered. But they were all better off now."
"However, I have decided that it's time for us to return to everyone. By now, they probably won't remember us, and that is why the right time is now. We are going back to Pallet; it's time to see a new friend again." He said. The Pokémon knew that he was finished, and they were silent until one red dragon roared his voice of approval, causing the rest to shout their voices in agreement, before they started getting ready for the journey that was ahead.

After 5 minutes of gathering everything and putting it away, the young man gathered up his bag, which on inspection had multiple pokeballs with him, and he returned all of his Pokémon back to their respective pokeball, apart from two; a bird which was waiting by the cave entrance, with it fluttering its wings out and preparing for the flight, and another Pokémon who was hiding in the shadows, arms crossed as if rejecting what was happening at the moment.

"Come on now" the hero said, pulling out a different pokeball; to the normal person it looked similar to any other, but to him it was much more than an ordinary ball, due to the simple marking on the front of it. "I know you don't like going in it, but I think now is the time to do it. Can you do it for me, just this once?" He asked, almost pleading. The hidden Pokémon did nothing for a while until a bright light came from it and hit the person. Getting up from the floor, our hero smiled, before returning the Pokémon back to his ball. The move was a signal to each other saying whether or not to do something. Placing the ball back in the bag, he made sure he had everything before he made his way out of the cave, where the other Pokémon was waiting silently.

Getting onto its back silently, the man uttered 3 words silently. "Pidgeot, Pallet Town", and with that the bird cried out and took off, flapping its wings to gain some altitude, as well as to get away from the mountain. Eventually, the young man decided that it was time, and with a gentle pat on the back, he clung on as the bird began to close in its wings and began to free fall through the sky, gaining so much speed it managed to break the sound barrier, causing the man to grin at how fast his bird had come due to the amount of training it had had.

Due to this quick descent, the pair was at the base of the mountain instantly, and they began to glide through the sky; the evening had turned into a royal blue, and a person on the ground had to use binoculars to actually see the pair in the sky at all.

Pallet Town was the same as it had been when he had last visited; the same small houses, all illuminated with their lights; completely different to goldenrod city. Getting off pidgeot's back when they arrived outside a certain professors lab, he returned Pidgeot back to his ball and walked up the door and sharply knocked on the door 3 times, before waiting for an answer.

If the night was silent, which it wasn't due to the chirping of the birds that was awakening from their slumber to the dawn of a new morning, you would have heard the shuffling of feet and the odd mumble inside the old house. The noise of the chain being swept away from the door, to a key being attempted to be placed into a lock, not once but twice, before the door was swung open by an ageing man, who had more wrinkles on him from the restless work and stress life had decided to throw at him, alongside tired looking eyes from being suddenly awakened by a knocking at the door.

"I'm sorry there young man, but I'm not accepting any new trainers at the moment, please come back in the morning when I'm open." Oak said with a stifled yawn as he tried to remain polite, before he grasped the door handle with one hand proceeded to start closing the door, but before it was fully shut, a foot was stuck inside, preventing it from shutting fully. Fear suddenly erupted inside of him, unsure of how to react to this certain situation. Before he even had the time to say that he was going to call the police, he was interrupted.

"I'm not here for a Pokémon Professor" The man said as he opened the door slowly with minimal effort, revealing Oak staggering back slowly into the hallway. Nothing was said at first, before the mystery man looked up at the professor. "I'm here to have a talk with you."

Looking into the man's eyes, the professor instantly knew who that eye's belonged to; one that seemed to be so young, but inside it had shown the stories of age rapidly taking control. One that when he had first saw it, beamed the excitement of a 10 year old, but now the eyes of one that showed no emotion, causing him to begin to shake uncontrollably. "No, it can't be…." He said, with his words beginning to tail off. "How are you alive? We thought you were dead..." Words failed to make their way fully to his tongue as he tried to react to what was happening. "You know what, never mind any of that. Come inside now, before anyone see's you." The old man ushered frantically, with the man accepted before walking inside the house; the professor followed in shortly after looking out to see no one was inspecting what the sudden noise was, especially at this time in the morning, before he closed the door.

"How have you been Ash?"

Author Note: As some of you may know, this chapter is very similar to the first one of my original story. However I decided that I wanted to change the main storyline of the story completely, so I changed some small things, generally the grammar and some weird phrasing.
But regardless of that, I now have a good sense of direction of where the story can go, especially with one intriguing relationship I came up with as well (That won't be revealed as of yet, apart from that 1 letter ;D )
But as of now, I hope you enjoy the chapter, and the next one will be up in about a week's time. See you then folks!