Title: Resurrection of Evil
Author: Deja Vu
Summary: Directly following "Revealing the Past," this story takes a legend approach with Ash and the gang...
Rating: No language, some violence.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, but this story is mine.

Mew and Mewtwo Teleported the whole group to the Ketchum residence in Pallet Town.

Everyone looked curiously at the two felines, but Mewtwo merely said, Enjoy your free time while you have it. There will not be much of it.

The humans exchanged curious glances, but they all shrugged, sitting down on various seats. Before he sat down, Ash automatically turned on the television.

Then he turned to his family.

"Shura," Delia was saying in a soft voice, "I still can't believe you're back..."

"Same here," the man said with a grin, reaching over to ruffle his son's hair. Ash merely grinned at him.

"Pika pikachu?" Pikachu asked Pidgeot while keeping an eye on Togepi, who was trilling sporadically.

The bird tilted his head. "Pidge," he said, shrugging. He had no clue what was going on, but he knew he should stay nearby until the reason for his appearance was discovered.

"Doom, hound houndoom," Flamekist said. She thought it had something to do with Mew and Mewtwo.

"Pi," Pikachu nodded. He agreed.

"Pidgeot?" the Normal- and Flying-Type inquired. He was very confused.

Flamekist and Pikachu then proceeded to explain the situation to him.

"I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you all," Ashura Ketchum was saying. His face was more glum than it had been earlier.

"It's not your fault," Delia said, soothingly.

Ash started to say something, but an insistent beeping from the television caught his eyes.

"We interrupt this program for an important news bulletin," a blue-haired female was saying. "It seems a large island has appeared out in the middle of the ocean, and any attempts to reach the island have been met with mysterious force. We will keep you updated as we try to find out the source of this phenomenon."

Ash looked over at the two hovering felines, who possessed very grave faces. There was a strange cold feeling in the pit of his stomach. "It's him again, somehow, isn't it?"

They nodded sadly.

Are you ready now? Mewtwo asked after a moment. There isn't much time.

The boy hesitated briefly before asserting, "I'm ready!"

"I'm going with you," inserted Misty.

"Me too!" Brock added.

"Well, you're not leaving me behind," Ashura stated firmly.

Delia's eyes began to water. "Well, I guess I can't stop you from going where you will...Just, be careful, okay?"

"Sure, Mom," Ash said, enveloping her in a big hug.

His father joined him, and, after a few more displays of affection, everyone was ready to go. After several farewells (and several worried looks from Mrs. Ketchum), they were about to leave, but Ash said, "Wait!"

His mother looked at him.

He took of his hat and handed it to her. "I want you to hold onto this for me for a while."

"But, Ash—" Delia tried to protest.

"Please, Mom," he said. She couldn't do anything but accept the hat. She smiled at him in thanks.

After a few more farewells, they were all (minus Delia) transported back to Giovanni's Gym.

"What are we doing back here?" Misty exclaimed.

Do not worry, said Mewtwo in their minds. It is so that we might more easily talk to you, since this building is abandoned.

"Talk about what?" Ash asked.

Mew and Mewtwo exchanged a glance. The former, eyes closed, told them a legend.

In harmony, elements Fire, Ice, and Lightning stay
When the three flying Titans dormant do lay;
Across the land, three Wanderers roam,
At peace when not wielding Fire, Water, and Lightning near home;
On the rainbow's beams, the Phoenix flies,
Not daring to battle unless the need doth arise;
Beneath the sea, the great Guardian rests,
Waiting to quell the impending tempest.

Though great power is possessed by the Legendary Eight,
This power will not be enough unsupported by Fate,
For the Song of the Guardian surely will fail
Unless the identity of the Chosen One is unveiled
By the Ancient One who surpasses time,
Supported by the Traveler who bears the rhyme
From eons ago of what should be done
For the Great War to be ended by the Chosen One.

Mew opened her eyes, a sad expression on her face. The Chosen One is you, Ash.

"What?" Ash blinked.

The feline could be seen quivering, minutely. You are the Chosen One,...and I give myself to you.