[Current Time, Pokémon World, with Artul, 3rd Person POV]

Artul had just been back in the cave for a few minutes and hoping that the group would leave him alone. However, that hope was shattered when he heard someone knocking on the wall to the cave.

Well… seems like they noticed me, I better go and see what they want. But I should be ready to make a run for it if needed, I am not yet able to fight in this body.

Once outside, he saw the man from the small group he saw earlier and now that Artul could take a closer look he guessed the person to be in his early twenties. They stared at each other for a moment before the unknown person spoke up. "Greetings. I´m going to assume that you were the one watching us earlier?"

Artul nodded acknowledging that he understood him, though the unknown person raised an eyebrow.

"It's normally correct etiquette to greet someone back when they greet you.", he said.

Artul blinked, not sure if he even could still talk considering he didn't use his voice for the past 5 months but he still gave it a try.

"Hello. I am Artul", he introduced himself.

The man nodded. "Hello, Artul. Why were you watching us earlier?"

Artul frowned, though he still answered his question truthfully.

"I wasn't near you with the intention of watching you, I was practicing my running when I heard some noises. I hadn't heard or seen anyone since I arrived here, and I was curious if people were the same as where I´m from."

The person blinked at his answer.

"Where you are from? Where exactly did you arrive from? And why were you practicing running? All jolteon are naturally gifted in that regard.", the person asked.

Jolteon, so that's what I am now. Artul thought as he sat down, staring at the person.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

The person raised an eyebrow again, before shrugging and then sitting down opposite of Artul.

"Your choice, but I wouldn't say I wouldn't believe you. After all, I´ve seen and experienced some weird events.", he said.

Artul stared at him for another moment. "You never introduced yourself."

To that he nodded and answered Artul. "That is correct, as I have been assessing the situation, trying to determine if you are a threat or not."

At this Artul frowned. "And am I?"

The person leaned back slightly. "No. But then again, few people are. I can only name one for sure that can match me in skill, and you are most definitely not him."

There was silence for a moment before Artul decided to try again. "Will you introduce yourself now?"

The person shrugged. "Name´s Aurumn Wolfe, though most call me Wolfe. Call me whatever suits you, odds are I'll probably respond to it."

Artuls eyes widen in shock, unbelieving in who was standing in front of him.

"Demon One?", he said quietly.

The person froze before eyeing Artul suspiciously. "How the hell do you know that call sign?"

His response just confirmed his suspicion and Artul got excited having identified the person before him as his childhood hero! "You´re Demon One! Dude, they made a movie about you! You are a legend!"

Wolfe blinked, not having expected that response. "What. The. Fuck."

Wolfe shook his head and stared at Artul critically. "How the hell do you know what a movie is?"

Artul frowned and nervously answered his question. "Well… I'm not exactly from this… world, I guess."

Understanding flooded Wolfe´s gaze. "Oh. You're from that Earth."

Artul just nodded. "Yes, yes I am."

Wolfe nodded, breathing deeply. "Alright, now run that by me again. They made a movie about me?"

Artul just nodded excitedly.

"Yeah, called Demon One. Holy Shit, you have no idea how great of an honor it is to meet you, in person. You were labeled as the world's deadliest soldier, with 3,126 confirmed kills. The movie was based on your life in the service, from start to death…" Artul trailed off.

Wolfe sighed. "It's 3,124, two weren't killed on site, they died later. I don´t count them. And yeah, I died. That's what happens when you´re in a war. As for it being an honor to meet me, why? I killed people. Lots of people. I don't think that warrants an honor."

Artul went quiet for moment and gathered his thoughts before he spook up. "It warrants the Medal of Honor, which you were awarded posthumously for your actions in combat. The honor isn't that you killed people, it's that you gave absolutely everything for your brothers in arms."

Even your life Artul thought and continued.

"Hell, you´re the reason that I wanted to enlist. Ever since I had heard about you, I practiced my shooting and started exercising, rather vigorously I might add. I have to ask you though… during the summer siege, did you really accidentally shoot your foot and then still complete the mission, taking out over 134 men?"

Wolfe snorted. "No, my asshole friend Hendricks shot me. The dipshit was checking his sidearm, and boom. Got shot before I even got off the helicopter. I just took credit so he wouldn't get into trouble. And yes, I did. Then after the siege I busted his lip for shooting me in the foot."

Artul stiffened. "Hendricks?" That sounds familiar, where did I hear this name before?

Wolfe nodded. "Why? You know the name?"

Artul shrugged. "Sounds familiar, but not off the top of my head. Maybe during the movie."

Wolfe raised an eyebrow again then shrugged. "So, what happened after my death?"

Artul looked at his paws, he was starting to get uncomfortable with the length of their conversation but still answered his question. "The war actually ended three years after your death, with your final mission being one of the crucial keys to our victory. However, lots of people were killed. The final count for both sides was 1.2 billion. For the record, you annihilated all of the enemies on your final mission, though one of them did survive till he got to the hospital, where he was declared dead two weeks later. He actually spoke English. He's the one that told the military what you did. He had a large amount of respect for you. Said he looked forward to seeing you in the afterlife when he died. Those were his last words."

Wolfe nodded slowly and breathed out deeply. "Good to know I didn't die for nothing."

Artul nodded again, though he looked uncomfortable. Wolfe grinned at him. "I would give you an autograph, but I´m afraid I don't have a pen on me."

Artul snorted and Wolfe looked at the sky for a moment, then back to Artul. "Well Artul, it was a pleasure to meet you, especially considering that you´re from my original world. Glad to see I´m not alone. However, I have to get back to my group. Good luck in your life here, it does get crazy. And don't enter any populated area for a while, there's a plague running about, similar to the Black Death back home. That said, I´ll be seeing you."

At the mention of the plague Artul remembered his time in the hospital before he came to this world. Wolfe got up to leave, only to stop when he noticed Artuls eyes widen slightly. Then out of nowhere he asked him, "Artul, would you like to come join us? I know that you are probably not used to walking as a pokemon quite yet, and that means that you'll most likely not know how to defend yourself as well. I can help you on both accounts."

He blinked at Wolfe before he narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"How can you help me get used to my body better?", he asks.

Wolfe grinned before he closed his eyes and he seemed to be concentrating. Then the area got filled in a dark flash for a moment. When Artul could see again his jaw dropped. In front of him stood another quadruped pokemon covered in black fur but with the yellow rings instead of the blue ones he saw the other in the group have. Wolfe winked at Artul before he turned back into a human.

"That is how. Any other questions?", he asked after his little show.

Artul just shook his head. To which Wolfe just laughed at him. "Alright, just a few things, I know that they´re attractive, but the two eeveelutions I am with are strictly off limits. No 'fun' stuff, alright?"

Shifting uncomfortably at the mention of mating, Artul just nodded.

What does he even mean with eeveelution? Sounds kind of like evolution but that doesn't make any sense. Well I suppose I´ll see what he means.

"How old are you, exactly?" Wolfe asked him after they were walking for a while.

"21" He answered shortly.

To that Wolfe lets out a low whistle. "Damn, that's young. Younger than me when I died even."

Artul just nodded acknowledging what he said.

That reminds me, how old is he even? Well he was 23 when he died and that was 3 years before the war ended. Then it's 70 years before I am born and I am 21 that makes him 117 years old… WAIT WHAT?!