Author Note: Welcome to the Rewritten Arc! This story is going to be similar to my first Stun story, but with the knowledge of Unova, Kalos, and Alola, and probably slightly better written, with a bit of changes to the story overall. Kind of think of this as an alternate universe to that story; similar, yet its own thing.

Disclaimer: I, of course, do not own Pokémon. If I did there'd be a definitive answer as to why Lieutenant Surge's sign reads, "The Lightning American."

A strong blizzard raged, causing snow to soar intensely and bringing visibility to nearly nothing. In the middle of this chaos sat two red legendary pokémon with their eyes closed, levitating off the ground in a state of meditation.

One of the two deoxys opened their eyes. "Do you sense that?" Her telepathic voice rang out in her friend's head.

The other opened his eyes as well and looked to his friend. "Yes. What do you think it is?"

The first deoxys shook her head. "It feels… strange. I think it's coming toward us."

"Yes. It's nearly here." The male's form began to glow brightly as he changed to his defense form. The female did the same as she sensed the strange thing coming closer.

She floated next to her friend and looked out at the sea of white. Slowly, a mass of what appeared to be black smoke hovered into the clearing. It seemed almost shimmery as it paused and surveyed the two legendary pokémon.

"What on earth is that?" The girl asked. It was no pokémon or man-made thing that she had ever seen before. What was it doing in their solitude of arctic wilderness in northern Hoenn?

The male's eyes flashed for a moment as he observed the mass of inky smoke with his psychic abilities. "I'm… not sure. I don't think it's sentient."

Suddenly the dark cloud shuddered and let out an unholy screech. "Well it definitely seems to be alive!"

The darkness surged forward towards the two. The female put up a psychic barrier instinctively, causing the cloud to slam into it. It let out a low growl and surrounded the forcefield, pushing hard enough to make it crack.

"Alpha…" was all the male could get out before the inky mass of smoke managed to push past the barrier and surrounded his friend.

The dark mass vortexed around Alpha until it seeped into her through her skin. After the last of the smoke disappeared into her, she collapsed onto the ground.

"Alpha, are you okay?!" He ran over to her and rolled her onto her back. He concentrated, focusing on her with his psychic abilities. "Oh, sweet Arceus…."

Her eyes snapped open and focused on her friend. "Omega…." She slowly levitated off the ground to an upright position.

Omega did not respond, he simply stared at his friend.

She stared at him for a moment, before her eyes narrowed menacingly. "Sorry, buddy. Tenebrae needs you." A ball of light appeared in front of her and shot forward faster than Omega could react.

The powerful hyper beam attack caused him to scream in pain, burns marking his flesh. His form glowed as he changed to his speed form as quickly as possible. He zipped forward at breakneck speed, trying to get away from the creature that had possessed his friend.

His senses were going into overdrive with his panic, and he could sense his assailant not for off. He zig-zagged as wildly as he could, narrowly dodging hyper beam after hyper beam.

After the third attack, he cursed and flew forward as fast as he could. There was at least one thing he could do that Alpha couldn't….

He gathered a ball of black energy in his hands and shoved it forward, causing a portal to open up to the Distortion World. He slipped through it and the doorway slammed closed behind him.

Alpha stopped and stared at the space where her prey had escaped. "Well that's a shame."

She turned and started towards Kanto. "Well, at least I managed to get one of them."

Chapter 1 - Destiny Calls

My name is Stun. I'm a gallade living on the hidden Eevee Island, off the coast of Sinnoh. Mesprit suggested that I catalogue my thoughts into this time flower for future generations. Hey, it worked out okay for that Aaron guy, so maybe getting my side of things out there will help clear my name too.

Pokémon generally fear me. They think I can't really be trusted due to my strength. That's why I have to live out amongst these eeveelutions, and to their credit, they've been pretty nice despite all the stories I've heard of them being unwelcoming to outsiders. Maybe because they actually know what happened.

Now, I'm not one to usually take advice from Mesprit, but why not? This could actually be good for me. I guess my story begins a while back….

"You're stupid, Julian. Gardevoir is the best."

I smirked. "Only a girl would think that, Freda. But gardevoir rely only on their psychic power, which makes them physically weak. Gallade use physical power combined with psychic power, making them the best pokémon!"

She and I were children back then, arguing over which of our evolutions was better. It was typical of a female ralts to think gardevoir was the better transformation, but I just knew that gallade were the best. I had envied my father and similar figures in our tribe who kept us safe during times of strife.

"You're just too dumb to know that a gardevoir could easily kick a gallade's butt, no doubt about it."

"Oh, yeah?!" I'd had enough of this. "Well, if they're so strong, how come it's always the gallade who go off to war when we're in trouble?"

That shut her up. Tears in her eyes, she turned away and ran. I huffed in exasperation, but secretly I did feel bad for saying that. Like most gallade and gardevoir tribes, ours was a little sexist. The men were expected to fight in battles while the woman were supposed to stay and look after the young.

With a bit of focus, I was able to concentrate and teleport back to my cave.

"Hey, dad," I called, walking into the cool darkness. I could sense him inside, though I couldn't see him with my physical eyes.

"Julian, hello! Keeping out of trouble?"

"'Course, dad. Like always."

My dad was a kind gallade. In our tribe, when a ralts is born, they check to see which sex we are, and then have us live with whichever parent corresponds to that. I was a male, so I lived with my father. I don't think I've ever met my mother.

"So," my father continued, "you're about to evolve, right? Should we do anything special?"

"Can we go see a legendary pokémon?"

My dad pursed his lips. He didn't like to take me to go see legendaries because I was still a boy and it was supposed to be dangerous. After a few moments, my dad finally sighed. "Well, I suppose. But you're going to have to stay next to me at all times. Also, I want you to promise me something."

"What?"

"I don't want you to rush into evolving into a gallade like I did. I want your psychic powers to mature and develop before you evolve. I didn't wait, and these days I can barely teleport."

"Sure, dad. I can do that."

"Great. We'll travel and go see Mew once you evolve."

I smiled. "Awesome!"

The next morning I woke up and walked out of my cave, temporarily blinded by the morning sun. I groaned as I stretched and looked around. I could see the openings to other caves; other families not yet awake to start the day. There was a sudden rustling to my left and I turned to see a gallade walk out of the bushes.

"Hello!" I exclaimed with a smile. I didn't recognize him, but I figured he must belong to my tribe. Every gallade I had ever seen acted with chivalry, so I had no reason to expect this to be any different.

His eyes met mine, and I noticed that something was… off about him. I could sense some sort of darkness emanating off of him. Before I could say anything, he raised his arm and brought it down quickly, using a slash attack to open my chest. My blood went everywhere, staining the grass around me.

"What-" I managed to exclaim before I lost consciousness.

Several times I've tried to remember what happened that day, but I never could. When I came to I was a kirlia, looking down at the unconscious gallade that had attacked me. I felt… powerful. Certainly more powerful than I ever had before. I could sense my surroundings more clearly. I sensed my dad waking up and stepping out of our cave.

"Julian? What was that noise?" After his eyes had adjusted to the light, he looked down at me with surprise. "You've evolved?" He then looked at the unconscious gallade and the pool of my blood in shock. "What happened here?!"

"This gallade attacked me." I looked down at my chest, which had healed itself during evolution. "He sliced open my chest. Next thing I knew, I was a kirlia and he was unconscious."

My dad crouched down and inspected the other gallade. "Hm… he must have suffered a mental attack, I suppose, since he has no wounds…. Perhaps a psychic attack? But... how could a newly evolved kirlia have produced a psychic attack so powerful it knocked out a grown gallade...?" He glanced at me with confusion. "Let me alert the elders; they'll want to take a look at this." He picked up the unconscious gallade and took him away.

After a few moments of inspecting my new body and abilities, my dad came back. "Well! While the elders are looking into what happened, and since you're a kirlia now, I guess today I'll take you to see the wise and powerful Mew! It's going to be a great experience, I'm sure. I need you to teleport us to the Kanto region, to a place called 'Lavender Town'."

I nodded and closed my eyes, concentrating on my psychic energy. My dad touched my shoulder, and suddenly we were standing outside a huge building.

"Ah..." my dad murmured, craning his neck to look up at the top of the old tower, "I've heard rumors about this place. This is called 'Lavender Tower'; it belongs to a whole bunch of gastly and haunter. Ghost pokémon."

"What are those?"

"Ah, right, you've never seen a ghost pokémon before. Ghost pokémon are… well, like ghosts." His gaze moved from the tower to me. "I know you think highly of gallade, but in truth, gardevoir are probably a bit better suited at battling ghost pokémon. Our physical attacks just can't touch them." He looked back at the tower. "I've heard rumors that Mew is living at the top of this tower. That's why I had you teleport us here."

"Gotcha. Can we just teleport to the top?"

My dad shook his head. "Can't you sense that?"

I tilted my head and focused. I could feel a powerful energy towards the top of the tower.

"Mew lives up there," my dad continued, "his psychic energy is so powerful that it would negate most psychic attacks. Besides, we'll have more of an adventure this way." He walked through the door and I followed closely behind. As soon as I walked into the dusty abandoned tower, my sixth sense started going haywire. I could sense many invisible beings here.

"Be careful," my dad whispered, "Make sure you don't attack unless you are attacked first." He started walking up the first flight of stairs, but immediately flew backwards after being shot with a black beam of energy. There was muffled laughter and two pokémon that looked like balls of dark gas appeared.

"Heh heh heh," one of them chuckled, preparing another attack.

"Gastly," my dad growled. "Julian! Let's dispose of these ghosts."

I concentrated my psychic energy and multiple multi-colored leaves appeared, hanging in mid-air. With a thought, the leaves shot forward, slashing through one of the gastlys. The gastly that had been hit screamed and dissipated into thin air.

The second one was about to retaliate when a voice sounded out. "Not making trouble again, are we?"

The gastly turned to see a gardevoir slowly floating down the staircase. "O-oh! Master! I-I'm sorry, we didn't mean them any harm."

The gardevoir crossed her arms and looked at the ghost skeptically. "Of course not. But you should be apologizing to them, not me."

The gastly turned back to us with a worried expression on his face. "S-sorry," he mumbled. He turned back to the gardevoir, who dismissed him with a nod, and disappeared.

After he had gone, the gardevoir turned to my father and I. "I apologize for those two's behavior. The ghost pokémon have actually been rather anxious lately."

My father nodded and bowed to her. "Thank you for helping us, madam. We have come to see the legendary Mew. Do you know where we can find him?"

The gardevoir smiled. "Actually, Mew is a her. And yes." The gardevoir's form suddenly glowed and she transformed into Mew. "How can I help you two?"

My father gulped and looked up at the floating Mew with adoration in his eyes. "It is an honor to meet the Uncapturable Mew."

Mew nodded. "Thank you, you're too kind." There was a sort of glee in her eyes at having been recognized.

I stepped forward. "My name is Julian. If I may ask, why do you live here, in this place full of ghost pokémon?"

Mew turned her eyes on me, studying me. I could almost feel her examining me with her psychic gaze. "Ah, a young kirlia. You seem almost… familiar…." She tilted her head in wonder. "I sense a power that rivals even mine." Then, she blinked at my question. "Why not live here, young one? The ghost pokémon aren't so bad. Humans tend to stay away because of their fear of ghosts. I think it's perfect."

She studied me for a moment longer with that strange curiosity in her eyes, then turned to my dad. "Sir, if I may ask, I would like to take your son as my apprentice."

My dad's eyes widened. "Really? Your apprentice? Why?"

"As I said before, your son possesses a great power within him. I believe that I have seen your son coming in a vision, a sort of prophecy that I had long ago."

"What kind of prophecy? What would you be teaching him?"

"Well, if I'm right, your son shall have a glorious future ahead of him. He may even come to save the world. As for your second question, I would teach him to better control his power, as well as use his psychic abilities to wield my greatest strength - the ability to transform."

My dad gasped in surprise. "Y-you think his power is that great?"

"I do."

My dad turned to me, looking at me differently. "Well... Um, I suppose I'll leave it up to you, Julian."

I looked at Mew and nodded. "I'd like to be taught by Mew."

Mew clapped her paws. "Excellent! You and I will have a lot of fun, meeting other legendaries, going on adventures... but of course, there will also be a lot of work. We shall begin immediately!"

My dad placed his hand on my shoulder. "Alright, son. I'll leave you with her. Learn well, and remember what I said about letting your powers mature before evolving. Good luck." I nodded in response, and he teleported away.

"So, your name's Julian, huh?" Mew asked after my father had left. I nodded in response. "Well, Julian, it's wonderful to meet you. I'm sure we're going to have a blast!" She crossed her arms and sized me up. "How well do you know me?"

"Well, I know that you're known as the Uncapturable Mew, since humans consider you to be a mirage. And I know that you created all pokémon."

"Pretty much," Mew replied. "After Dialga and Palkia created the earth, Arceus created me to fill it with life. I've been held responsible with keeping everything in balance since then. I've had many students, but I suspect you'll be one of the most important." I didn't know how to respond, so after a beat of silence, Mew clapped her paws. "Now! Let's not dilly-dally, I say we should begin your training by walking to Celadon City."

"Celadon City? …Master?"

Mew grinned. "Ooh, I like the 'master' part, keep that up. But yes, Celadon City. Although it's the most densely populated human city in Kanto, there's a pokémon located there that I'd like you to meet. When you gain the ability to transform, you'll only be able to change into pokémon that you've seen before, so we should expose you to as many pokémon as possible."

"You... you really think I'll be able to transform?"

"Sure I do! You've got enough potential psychic energy inside you, and it's just a matter of controlling it all. Here, put these on." Mew waved her paw, and weighted clothes flew down the steps behind her and landed in a heap in front of me. I shoved them on, and felt about thirty pounds heavier. Walking was going to be a huge battle.

"After a couple of weeks wearing these, your body should become stronger. Now let's go!" Mew transformed into a ralts and ran out the door, while I struggled to keep up.