The Legend of Ash Ketchum

by XXLXXL-009

[No updates until the completion of the first arc. Profile for details] Following his Battle Frontier victory, Ash Ketchum was on his way to becoming the greatest Pokémon Master the world has ever seen. But what if fate decides to impede his goals? Can the Chosen One fulfil his Destiny, Dreams, and Desires? Or would he surrender to the vagaries of the Spirits? [AU, AT, Aura]

2. Whimsical Spirits

Author's Note:

You'll find a lot of info dump in this chapter towards the end, but worry not, I'll clear stuff as we move forward. Remember the opening credits of Death Note, how each rule is reminded to us in each episode? Yeah, I'mma follow that technique when time comes.

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Puffs of wind whistled past his raven hair, compelling each of its strand to dance in tandem with the short bursts. With every wisp of air came a briny deposit, kissing his lips ever so tenderly. Ash stood on the narrow old wooden dock of the Assumption Island. Its crippled frame and moist platform squeaked with every prudent step—each quiver was a prayer for mends as it awaited its collapse on the load of a feather.

Ash and Pikachu had disembarked the Titan Cruise a few minutes ago and were gauging the said island. Given its reputation, the duo was thoroughly disappointed. Coarse grains of sand covered most part of it while unevenly scattered rocks and thorny arid vegetation in small pools took the other share. The ocean waves occasionally caressed the land and deposited tiny seashells at every meeting. The island was bleak and desolated, much like the place Ash saw in his dream, but what separated this island from the place in his dream was the gargantuan cliff before him. It was so huge that Ash had to raise his head all the way up just to get a glimpse at its peak. Erratically growing flora adorned its slopes while giant rocks with sharp edges pointed upwards secured its base from any invasion. There was no life around nor any route up. The island was truly abandoned.

Why did Mew want me to train here? Maybe the real challenge is up on that hill.

Pikachu mirrored Ash's reaction. He too was examining the remote ambiance and seemed like he shared Ash's thoughts.

Ash stretched his arms and cracked his knuckles. "You're thinking what I'm thinking, Pikachu?"

"Depends. What are you thinking?"

"Thinking maybe we can finish our climb to top by tonight."

Pikachu rolled his eyes. "Keep thinking. I'm out!"

"What! Why? Shouldn't go to the top? There's nothing down here. It'd be difficult to even find food."

"I'm not against going to the top. I'm against the idea of climbing."

"How do you suppose we go there then?"

"How about we fly to the top on Pidgeot or Big Red? It'll easily take us a few days if we try climbing. I can use my quick attack, what about you, huh?"

Ash grinned sheepishly. Pikachu had a valid reasoning. Given the height of the cliff and its jagged slope the hike could easily take them days or maybe weeks if they run out of luck. Whereas flying there shouldn't take them longer than a few minutes. Sometimes his over-enthusiasm got the better of him.

He adjusted his hat and slipped a Pokéball in his hand. "I choose you, Charizard," he tossed the bi-colored sphere in air.

With a monstrous roar Charizard materialized out in air. Had there been any Pokémon nearby, they'd have fled by now from the fire type's flamboyant entrance. He flew in circles and inspected his surroundings. He launched a flamethrower into the air and landed next to Ash. "Are we where I think we are?" His eternally raging eyes flamed in battle thirst.

"Landed a few minutes ago, Big Red."

"That's right."

"What are we waiting for then? Let the training begin. Where do I find those strong Pokémon you spoke of? I want to test their mettle and show them who's the real boss." Charizard said with a fiery glint in his eyes. He launched another flamethrower to substantiate his tenacity. He had been itching for a tussle worth his while, and ever since Ash postponed their plan to Kalos, Charizard's prime focus was set on beating every Pokémon on this island.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Pikachu jumped before the fire type and emphatically waved his paws. "First, listen to what Ash has to say."

"Huh? What is it, Ash? Don't tell me we're going back."

"No, nothing like that, Charizard. I just want you to fly us to the top. Can do that?" Ash said before his fire-dragon went berserk in search of strong opponents (something he was very much capable of). "If I have to guess, the strong Pokémon should be up there."

"Hop on then, we've got no time to waste." Charizard's nostrils puffed thin clouds of smoke. He crouched, allowing Ash and Pikachu to get on his back.

Ash climbed on to his Charizard's back with Pikachu following suit. "Let's go!" he punched the air.

Upon Ash's ardent declaration, Charizard flapped his brawny wings and took off with a thunderous holler. His theatrical launch blustered a colossal trail of loose sand and hurled the nearby rocks and pebbles. Ash held a firm grip onto his fire-dragon's body. Unlike his majestic bird, Pidgeot, Charizard's rides were bumpier than he signed up for. His prime focus being the destination, and not the ride. Why Ash choose him over Pidgeot was a question he asked himself over ten times in the last ten seconds.

A lawless flurry of air currents aggressively assaulted Ash like a hailstorm on a winter night. The iciness of the speeding winds numbed his face and arms. He lowered his head and squinted his eyes as the hypnotic gravity disengaged its spell on him. As they continued with their up sail, Ash jarred and jerked at his fire-type's volatile ride. Pikachu was comfortable though, foreseeing the rocky ride, he deliberately perched himself before Ash, clutching onto his trainer's hat.

Charizard went a little overboard, overreaching their outlined destination and sailed over the cliff. Ash was inclined to stop him, but the aerial view of the island from their position gave him a better read of their location, besides the view was too breathtaking to be passed on.

The cliff Ash initially wanted to climb turned out to be an extensive plateau with a rolling plain terrain which stretched beyond his line of sight. The southern part had a massive overgrowth of lush forests and vegetation with several clear dirt patches and diminutive ponds to connect all of them. Far off to the north, at a higher elevation were the dense untouched woodlands and lofty hills penetrating the silky clouds which, from a distance, appeared like a dark mane over an immature skull with numerous horns.

Ash spotted a few Pokémon of various sizes traversing through the forests and clear paths. He couldn't name all, but was certain of a Rhyhorn pack heading towards a pond. Among the skies were the numerous flying types who complied with the turbulent gales, drifting along where the wind took them. Ash recognized the familiar wings like Swellows and Fearows, but the rest were new to him, probably from regions he had yet to visit.

"Right there, Charizard," Ash pointed at an empty patch of land. There was a small pond nearby and adequate space to set camp. It wasn't too far from the fringe nor too close, it was the ideal spot.

Charizard grunted in affirmation and rocketed towards the said clearing with his long snout aimed downwards. He spread his wings out, decelerating his motion, thereby reducing the recoil on landing. He docked with a heavy thud.

As soon as Charizard landed, dozens of Pokémon came out of hiding. They jumped down from the trees, popped out of bushes, and landed from the sky, and surrounded Ash and his team. They growled, closing in towards them.

Ash and Pikachu jumped down from Charizard and faced the island dwellers. They must've seen us while we were in air. I need to talk to them before they act on instinct.

Ash waved a hand with a friendly grin. "Hey, guys, we are not looking for any trouble. We're just here to check this place out and maybe train for a while. You'll think that's all right?"

Ash had put all his good qualities into that one dialogue and tried to communicate, but his attempt was futile. The island Pokémon didn't hear a word he said, or they rather didn't want to. Their menacing glares clearly indicated their disinclination to comprehend reason.

Ash quivered in nervousness. Yes, given a fair fight, his entire team could probably take the whole bunch out, but here the numbers were gravely stacked against them. Even if his team could take down the forty-fifty Pokémon here, there was no guarantee there wouldn't be another wave and then, even their escape would seem impassable. Ash hunched his shoulders and held his hands out. "Gu-gu-guys, we don't want any trouble, as I said—"

"Standby!" An adenoidal voice reverberated through the hostile huddle. It sounded old and rugged like the voice of a mountain dweller, but was dictatorial enough to halt the prowling Pokémon dead in their tracks.

The island Pokémon diverged, creating a narrow pathway leading to Ash. Towards the end was the contour of a man with long scepter in his hand. The shadows from the trees lurched his face and body, making it difficult to detect his appearance.

He marched forward, thumping his scepter with each step. The sun's soft rays fell his face and his old age became visible. He had a white shawl, wavering at the mild breeze, elegantly draped around his torso. As he escaped the shadows, Ash got a better look at him. He had a bald oval face with meandering wrinkles all over and a long snowy beard, just shy from brushing his exposed belly. He seemed over a hundred years old, maybe more, but that was only his appearance talking.

The elderly man's footsteps rustled the dead deciduous leaves as he approached Ash. He towered about six feet tall and his aged flesh emanated a distinct grassy odor. He struck his derby-brown scepter on the ground. "State your name and business."

Ash got the hidden message behind the man's stern voice and ominous glare. He only looked old, but in no way did he appear weak. He probably could beat Ash into a pulp without breaking a sweat.

Pikachu and Charizard took defensive positions, ready to protect their trainer at all costs.

"Calm down, guys. He just wants my name," Ash said. There was enough hostility around. He didn't want to add fuel to fire, besides he was glad there was at least another human here, however intimidating he was. "I'm Ash and you are?"

"The one who'll be kicking your butts of this place. You have ten seconds to explain your presence here." He struck his scepter to the ground.

"Hey, you don't need to be so rude. We are only here to train. We were told this island—"

"Lies!" A Venusaur from the accumulated crowd grunted. He lumbered up to the old man. "He is here to poach like every other human who stepped foot on this place. We should kill him before he calls his partners."

"Yes! Kill him! Kill Him!" an uproar began in the crowd.

"Hold on!" Ash yelled. "That's not true, Venusaur. My Pokémon and I would never do something as awful as poaching." He wasn't surprised at Venusaur's allegation. A place like this filled with strong Pokémon would be nothing short of a paradise for poachers, and judging by the initial reactions of the Pokémon here, there must've been quite a few victims. Ash could not blame the giant seed Pokémon for his irrational conclusion. He hoped the old man could shed some sense; it seemed all the Pokémon listened to him. "We are here to train and that's that. Right, guys?"

"My master speaks truth," Charizard said. Pikachu nodded.

"You-you-you understood me?" Venusaur retreated a few steps in panic.

Ash slapped his forehead in his mind. Great, the party hasn't even begun yet, and he cut the cake.

The island Pokémon whispered and murmured, discussing their current situation. Some wanted to know how he understood Venusaur while some were interested in who he was. There were a few who thought that he was Arceus in disguise. But the best of all was a Psyduck who claimed he knew Ash from before. He told the Pokémon that Ash was a wicked magician who invades hidden lands, killing all life there, conquering the place for himself, and that he was here to do the same to this island. Unfortunately for Ash, many Pokémon bought that ludicrous story.

"No, listen to me. It's not what you think it is. I've been able to understand Pokémon ever since I was a kid. I'm not here to harm any of you. I swear." Ash did not want to reveal his aura secret. The Pokémon were already antagonistic and he had no intention on doubling that. One never knows how the other perceives to mysticism such as aura. Besides, giving such information was perhaps a little too much for a first interaction.

"Since you were a kid, huh?" the old man broke his silence. He stroked his beard, giving Ash a knowing look. "No, this place is out of limits. I suggest you return to where you came from; if you value your life, that is," he smirked.

Charizard was ready to pounce on the old man, but Ash stopped him. "Why should I? I'm not leaving this place. This island is not a private property, I have all the right to be here. Who are you to order me?"

The island Pokémon scowled at Ash threateningly like they awaited the kill order. They didn't appreciate any disregard towards the old gaffer.

The man slammed his scepter to the ground. Its loud thud hushed the Pokémon in a heartbeat. Even Ash flinched a little. "My credentials are inconsequential. This may not be a private island, but I'm in charge here. You need to leave right away," he scowled. This was the second time the man avoided the question. This made Ash a tad bit suspicious. Never in his life had he met someone so keen on keeping his identity a secret, unless it was an undercover member of an evil organization.

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me why." Ash gritted his teeth. "We are here to—"

"Enough!" the old man yelled and held his open palm out. "I've heard those stories before. Be gone or face my wrath. You trainers, you fucking trainers—claim to train, but the moment you'll lay eyes on a strong Pokémon, all your waking senses do down the drain. You don't give a rattata's ass to what happens to them. Tell me, trainer who came to train, how would you feel if I snatched you away from your family, huh? Do you feel excited or pleased? That's what you do to these poor creatures. I shall not entertain such injustice under my watch. There, I just told you why. Now Fuck Off!"

"But we are—"

"I've heard enough ifs and buts for a lifetime. This is the last place left for these Pokémon to live in peace. As long as I breathe, I shall not have you ruin it."

The old man certainly had a valid argument. Pokémon indeed have families and emotions like humans, but Ash would never commit such a devious act of separating a family. In fact, most of the Pokémon in his team either joined him on their own accord, or he caught them only after gaining their approval, but he didn't think the man would believe in him. He was also inclined to tell him that Mew sent him here, but that story would seem too farfetched, especially to the ears of a stranger, besides that was a closed route since Mew particularly forbid him from revealing anything.

As Ash racked his mind for an ideal reply, a brilliant idea struck him which could probably please both parties. "How about this: Let me stay here and train, if you ever feel I came here to do what you think I'm here for, I'll accept any punishment. Sounds fair?"

The old man stroked his beard as he thought about Ash's proposal. After a few minutes of silence, he said, "okay." The island Pokémon blew trumpets in protest, but the old man hushed them with a single gesture. "Silence! I've made my choice—the boy stays; any questions?"

The island Pokémon stood in silence.

"I shall authorize you to train here," the man said.

"All right!" Ash pumped his fist.

"Too quick to celebrate, are we? I'll have you know, you'll need to abide by two conditions, should you wish to stay here, agreed?"

Not this again. First was his mom and now this man, but did he have a choice? "What are they?"

"You are forbidden from capturing any Pokémon on this island. Venusaur here shall supervise your operations." The man glanced at Venusaur who was glowering at Ash. "One sly move, and me kicking you out should be your last worry."

Ash gulped. "I understand. I won't catch any Pokémon here."

"Good. Now for the second condition: you shall not battle any Pokémon unless they are willing to. Assuming that you claim to be who you are, you should be fine. Do I have your consent on these arrangements?"

"Yes." They weren't any stipulations Ash was uncomfortable with anyway, so he pounced on the licensed window. "I have one question though."

"Speak."

"What's your name and why are you here?"

"You said one question. You can call me G," he said and trudged back into the forest through the path he came from. Considering the matter resolved, the island Pokémon but Venusaur dispersed.

"Phew!" Ash sighed in relief. "That was one landing, right, buddy?"

"Yeah, but you've got one more thing to worry." Pikachu tugged Ash's pants. He pointed towards the glaring contest between Charizard and Venusaur. They were ready for a full-on war by the way they snarled at each other.

"Knock it off, Charizard," Ash said. "Venusaur is just doing his job. Why don't we call everyone out and start setting camp?"

Charizard quit his contest and joined Ash while Venusaur took a spot under a large tree.

Ash took his Pokéballs out of his bag and hurled them in air. "Come on out, everybody."

All his Pokémon materialized out with their respective battle cries, but instead of leaping straight at Ash like usual, they took their time to take in their new surroundings which potentially is their new home for a while.

"How do you like it, guys? Just like how you imagined?" Ash asked his team.

His Pokémon replied in happy cheers. The location was perfect for their training regime. There was enough space to rest and probably have three simultaneous battles. There was a pond nearby and all the trees around them had hundreds of ripe fruits and berries growing. They couldn't ask for more. Now all they required were some tough Pokémon to train against and hopefully another meeting with Mew to learn the real reason they were here.

"Why is he staring at us, Ash?" Bulbasaur pointed at the grimacing Venusaur.

Before Ash could reply, Pikachu jumped to the task. "Huddle up. I'll tell you the whole story." He then narrated the entire incident with the old man and the deal he struck with Ash. Needless to say, none were happy about it, but since they were the intruders here, they had their hand tied.

"Alright, guys, since it's already getting dark, we better set camp and fire before it's late. I need four volunteers to set up the tent and gather firewood, who is up for it?"

Bulbasaur, Quilava, Primeape and Pikachu came forward.

"Alright, the rest may go and explore the island, but don't go too far and be back before dusk."

His Pokémon nodded and headed in different directions for their explorations while Pidgeot and Charizard took the sky.

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Venusaur's nostrils flared. The transpired events agitated him to a point where he wanted to go on a destruction spree. This mysterious kid comes from nowhere and claims to train. That was the same story every human who came here gave (except G), but the moment they found the rare and strong Pokémon they were primarily after, they reveal their true colors. It wasn't too long ago that he and his group fended off a bunch of Pokémon smugglers. Venusaur was convinced this was the same movie again, but this time only with a different cast. Not in a million years would he let any harm to the Pokémon on this island. It shouldn't be long before this kid slips up and breaks G's conditions, and when that happens Venusaur would be standing right there smirking at these uninvited pests. He just had to wait.

He kept his eyes glued to the boy and his two Pokémon. He just ended his glaring contest with that Charizard of his and now they seem to be having a discussion, probably plotting their next move.

The boy then released all his Pokémon to show his might. Venusaur's mouth almost fell open. Every Pokémon the boy owned strikingly mirrored mighty battlers, warriors one could say. He can make out. Back in his days, he partook in a handful of lethal battles himself. He can ascertain a worthy opponent when he beholds one, and this boy had more than one. Especially that Charizard of his. That beast was one of the prime reasons behind his hostility towards the boy. He couldn't stomach seeing such a strong Pokémon under that kid's control. He probably uses such powerful Pokémon to terrorize and poach, it was a disgrace. There was no way that the boy raised his Charizard in a legal manner. He must have indefinitely whipped him to death as a Charmander. This boy hardly looked over fifteen, there was no other explanation. No matter what, the moment Venusaur laid eyes on that beast, his heart raced for one last rumble. His battling days might have been over, but every fighter has one last fight left in him. For some inexplicable reason he wanted it to be against that Charizard.

The boy had a total of thirteen Pokémon. Keeping a watch on each one of them wouldn't be possible for him alone. He'd have to appoint a few Pokémon to shadow all of them. He'd need the strong ones too; this kid's team wasn't a joke. He couldn't take any chances.

"Pikachu and Quilava, I want you both to collect fire wood. Primeape, why don't you go fetch some water. Bulbasaur and I will handle the tent."

The Boy's Pokémon nodded and got to work. Pikachu used his Iron Tail on the nearby trees to chop them while Quilava used her Swift attack to achieve the same. Once they gathered enough logs, Quilava used her flamethrower to char them. Great idea, Venusaur must say, there was no need to search for dried tree trunks (Please do not try this at home. It is un-environment friendly and not backed by any evidence). On the other side, Bulbasaur and the boy struggled miserably with the tent. Despite having a guiding manual and Bulbasaur's additional assistance, he was unable to set up a small tent. This boy was worse than Venusaur thought.

An hour has passed. The sun commenced its delayed dip down the horizon and made way for a splendid twilight. The copper hues bounced off the creamy clouds and stole the shades of the day until it tainted the charcoal painting of a world with sepia. The Raven-haired trainer prepared his dinner while his four assistants sat near the tent and drooled at the cooking pot.

"Hey, Bulbasaur, why don't you send the others a small signal. I told them to be back soon, but as you know, telling once isn't enough," Ash said as he stirred the boiling pot. There was a decent sized camp-fire burning the darkness around him while he cooked his food over a temporary stove that he set up.

"Sorry, Ash, the sun is almost down. I won't be able to use my solar beam. Maybe Pikachu can do something."

Pikachu jumped to his feet. With a vociferous battle cry, he launched a robust Thunderbolt into air. The attack was so dominant that it scared away most Pokémon within a hundred yards around. "There, all done. Now can you get back to cooking, please? I'm starving here," he said and sat down as if he did nothing, but stretch his arms. Venusaur's doubts were right, these Pokémon weren't normally raised. Their strengths were far beyond average. He had to remain vigilant.

"Won't be long now. I just need to add Brock's special spice mix and boil it for a few more minutes and it'll be done," he said and added two scoops of a reddish-brown powder to the pot.

As the boy mixed the powder, an enticing aroma gradually spread out. As far as Venusaur's judgement went, he had never inhaled such a complex flavor from any food. It had the correct spice to titillate one's nostrils while still not overwhelming the other mild ingredients. It was like walking through rich spice plantation which grew every variety known to the world. It nearly drew him towards it, but he resisted his urge and continued to watch over the unwanted visitors.

One by one the boy's Pokémon returned and Bulbasaur laid out their food bowls in front of them. Their interaction while they waited for their trainer was quite amusing. From the little Venusaur witnessed, he classified the team under three groups. The first was the mischievous trio Squirtle, Totodile, and Pikachu—they were the most talkative and the noisiest of all. Totodile and Pikachu banged their food bowls on the ground and yelled at their trainer to hurry up. Squirtle snapped a twig into two and used his upturned bowl as a drum kit. These three seriously needed some strict discipline.

The next was the I-Don't-Care group of Bulbasaur, Bayleef, Quilava, Tauros, Primeape and Heracross. They were the least bothered and kept their business to themselves. Though Bayleef and Heracross had creepy habit of staring at that Sceptile and Bulbasaur, but other than that they were pretty much quiet. Venusaur could discern the lust in Bayleef's stare, but he couldn't put his vine behind Heracross's.

The last group was of the three largest Pokémon. They looked deadly and had numerous battle scars to substantiate their might. They were the ones Venusaur had to keep a close watch on. Overall, they were a well-trained and competent team and despite their diverse personalities, a common element of trust and loyalty towards their trainer floated among them. It wasn't an emotion developed through fear, but was something carefully crafted through years of friendship. Venusaur's bitter past gave him the experience to distinguish the two and he does it rather effortlessly. He couldn't be surer that the bonds between the visitors was genuine. However, he still wasn't convinced that the boy's intentions were pure. It was simply impossible for him to digest that fact given his experiences with humans.

"And done!" the boy exclaimed. "Bulbasaur, can you help me serve? Open that Pokémon food box and fill up the bowls."

"Sure." Bulbasaur emptied two whole boxes judiciously into thirteen bowls while his trainer flavored the hard brown pellets with his stew. The stew's alluring aroma only spread further.

Amidst the forests' shadows, several Pokémon peeped through the meanders of the tree branches. Curious eyes, greedy eyes, and hungry eyes—the stew's fragrance magnetized all. It wasn't too often that cooked food was exposed to their noses. The only occasional visitors were poachers and smugglers and the only human on the island, G, preferred fruits and berries. A few Zigzagoons and Nidorans followed the scent, reaching the camp perimeters. Venusaur tried to shoo them before the boy noticed, but he was too late.

"Why don't you guys join us? I made enough food for everyone."

The Pokémon turned their heads to Venusaur for permission. This was a tough dilemma for him—allowing them could make his side weak and might stand in the way when they need to fight against these intruders. Denying them a once in a lifetime meal would make him a bad leader. Perhaps he could loosen up a bit, it wouldn't do much harm. When time comes, his special anti-poacher team would be enough of a match against them. It shouldn't take the entire island to beat a young kid and his Pokémon, howsoever strong they may seem. With that decided, Venusaur nodded in approval.

In no less than a few minutes the boy's camp turned into a feast for about fifty Pokémon. His Quilava went ahead and lit up more camp fires. His Pokémon made additional plates with leaves for the island inhabitants. The interesting fact Venusaur noted was that the boy remained delightful the whole time he shared his food, not a second did he drop his smile. He either was a consummate actor, or he was a genuinely kind person.

Soon the feast turned into a party, and in the party, they sang and danced. Bayleef used her aromatherapy on the water Primeape fetched and concocted a nutritious drink. Some Pokémon acted drunk on drinking it while the rest enjoyed its rich taste. Squirtle and Totodile were the star performers of the party. Their Water gymnastics and acrobatic skills attracted all the eyes present there.

Venusaur's lips drew a small smile. The island Pokémon were never this happy and cheerful before. He never even knew some of them could sing and dance. Their filled stomachs and satisfied looks on their faces brought a strange thought to his mind. Having him might not be so bad. He didn't show one sign of threat and didn't seem like he will either. Not only his team, but all Pokémon love him and he loved them back. There is no way came here to cause harm.

Venusaur shook his head vehemently. He should follow his head and not his heart while judging the boy. Tonight, he offered food. Tomorrow, after gaining trust, he may mix something in that and offer. He can't take things by their face value. He must study the boy even further and figure out his ploy.

"Hey, Venusaur, I noticed you haven't eaten anything. Why don't you try some of this? Your friends seem to like it," the boy approached and offered Venusaur a food bowl.

Venusaur gaped at Ash. The boy clearly knew his dislike towards him staying. In fact, his first instinct was to kill him. Additionally, he was the one recruited to surveil him. The boy could be kind to anybody but him, yet here he was, offering Venusaur food. Did this kid have any sense of self-pride? Assuming what the boy said was true and Venusaur was in the boy's shoes, there was no way he was going to be kind to anyone who wanted to kill him. Such generosity never existed and shouldn't. "Why?"

"What do you mean why? Everybody ate, aren't you hungry?"

"I-I am, but you know that I don't like you. I also suggested to kill you before, so why feed me?"

"You did what you did only to defend this place against poachers. I don't blame you. I know how evil poachers can be and how it feels when you are responsible for something and want to protect it."

"You only feel responsible towards things you love, and I love this island."

"Yeah, but sometimes you're given no choice," the boy gazed into the starlit sky. He shook his head. "You should eat before the food gets cold, that's when it tastes the best," he grinned.

Venusaur nodded and took a bite from the food. It was delicious. Each flavor complimented one another. Every bite was filling and carried a blast of mixed tastes. "You're a good cook. This is the best food I've ever had."

The boy grinned sheepishly and treaded a finger under his nose. Someone quickly needed to train him to take a compliment. "I just know to make this one dish and it's this tasty only because of my friend's special seasoning that I added."

"I see. Well, just keep this in mind: giving me food does not make us friends. You do any mischief; I won't show you an ounce of mercy."

The boy gulped. "I-I understand, Venusaur. I promise to not to do anything you don't like."

"Time will reveal the true weight of your words."

"You won't be disappointed." He sat down on the dusty leaves. "So, how long have you lived on this island?"

"Huh?" He's trying to have a talk? Well, it's better than sitting idly. Maybe this way, Venusaur can also learn more about him. "I don't know exactly; it's been about seven-eight years maybe."

"What about G? How long has he been here?"

"He-he, good try. You're not getting any information about G from me."

"Alright, alright, I won't ask, but tell me this: how often do you face poachers here?"

"Assumption Island's Pokémon are some of the most sought after in black market. You probably know that already."

"Honestly, I don't." The boy supported his head with his clasped hands. "I never heard this island until a few weeks ago."

This was confusing to Venusaur. If this boy never knew of Assumption before, then why risk coming to such a dangerous place? Poachers planned for weeks in advance before they came here and they usually came in armies. They either attacked together or send one person, who usually arrived claiming to find medicinal herbs or rare berries or some other excuse like training. Later, when the Pokémon are vulnerable, his friends appeared and they strike together. Whatever the approach, they had a solid preparation before. This boy didn't fit any of those categories. "Then why come here?"

"I was told this place has strong Pokémon and training against them can help me achieve my goal of becoming a Pokémon Master," he thrust his fist into the air.

Venusaur chuckled to himself. He met many humans in his time, but never a teenager with childish dreams. "You know that title doesn't exist, right?"

"Yeah, I know," the boy slumped his shoulders. "I was very disappointed when I found out, but that does not mean I can't keep trying, right? I just won't give up until the end."

"Even when there is no goal?"

"That's what makes it so much fun. You don't know when or where to stop. There is always someone better than you. I want to give it my all and defeat everyone until there is no one left to defeat. Then, who knows, maybe I'll be the first Pokémon Master."

"So, you think being the strongest trainer will make you a Pokémon Master?"

"No, the journey towards it will. The experiences I have and the bonds I will form are what will make me a Pokémon Master. I just can't wait to explore everything there is."

Venusaur paused to examine this boy; he was interesting. However absurd his dream may seem; he did deserve credit for his determination. He took a fantasy from his childhood and hammered a solution to achieve it. When he said that his journey will make him a Pokémon Master, Venusaur's adrenalin spiked. That was the best thing he had ever heard form a human's mouth. This boy diverged from every ideal an average human preached. He found his own calling and forged his own path. Venusaur, within his mind, gave him a standing applause. "Shouldn't you be on your way taking part in leagues and tournaments then? Your time is valuable. You're wasting it here. Pokémon here are strong, I agree, but what good will it do if you don't gain the experiences you talk of? You don't want to be stuck in one place."

"I can't say anything more than what I already said, but I promise you this: I'm not here to hurt anyone. I'd never do that. I'll even help you fight against the poachers—"

A green vine from behind tapped on the boy's shoulder interrupting him.

"Ash, we are done with the cleaning, you can come and pack everything," the boy's Bulbasaur said. This tiny fellow had quite an enigmatic personality. All the Pokémon the boy owned were open books, but a few were tough to get a read on—Bulbasaur was one of those frontrunners. He seemed like someone who always had an ace up his vine, the 'mon with a plan at all times.

"Sorry, Venusaur, I need to go. It was good talking to you though," the boy said as he stood up. "You can leave the bowl there after you're done. Bulbasaur will collect it. Bye." He ran to his camp.

"Getting to know my trainer, big brother? I can call you that, right? Since we're practically the same family?" Bulbasaur tilted his head.

"I guess you can and no. Your trainer and I were just talking about food." After all, Venusaur didn't want his opponent's team to know of his objectives. Giving them his game plan would be, as much of a betrayal to G's trust as neglecting his given duties.

"Right," Bulbasaur deadpanned. He didn't seem to buy Venusaur's lie. "Can I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"How did it feel when you evolved? You must have lost all that speed and agility you had as a Bulbasaur. All that training must have been to waste. Didn't that effect you?"

"It did for a while, but I had more power and defenses than I ever had as a Bulbasaur. I came to terms with that fact. Besides, there was no way back. My evolution gradually grew on me."

"I'd never choose power over speed," Bulbasaur said. "What good is power if you can't connect an attack. If you're fast, you can dodge and attack, but with you being this big, dodging is nearly impossible. You are bound to take the hit."

"Heh, you won't have that opportunity for too long, kid," Venusaur peeped at Bulbasaur's bulb. It was larger than a usual Bulbasaur's. "Very soon, you'll evolve. You'll know what I mean."

"I know you said that because of my bulb's size, but I'll have you know that I had it this big for over three years. I came close to evolution many times. I just never let it complete."

"Wait until your trainer finds a leaf stone, then talk. There are hundreds of those on this island. He'll find one in less than a week."

"Ash has been carrying one for the last two years," Bulbasaur smirked.

"And he didn't evolve you yet?" Venusaur exclaimed. Back in his day, Venusaur's trainer had evolved him into a Venusaur through a leaf stone. After his first evolution into an Ivyasaur, his new heavy body cost him plenty of battles. To fight fire with fire, his trainer forced his last evolution and trained him. Whether it was his fear of his trainer or his enhanced stats, Venusaur never complained. He could withstand and deal twice the damage he could as an Ivyasaur. So, when Bulbasaur said that his trainer never used the leaf stone he had, his thoughts froze. He stared at Bulbasaur with wide eyes. The news was like the emergency red signal of a destructive storm to a snoozing ship captain. Till now Bulbasaur had Venusaur's curiosity, but now he had his attention.

"Ash never does anything we don't like. I told him I wanted to be strong as a Bulbasaur and not evolve. He agreed at the drop of a hat and never forced me. Even Pikachu there has the same story. Ash received a thunder stone five years ago, but he never used it too. Not only that, he released Pidgeot for nearly a year so that she could protect a Pidgey flock. He allowed Squirtle to join a fire-fighting group. Let Primeape and Charizard train somewhere else to achieve their goals. Released his first catch, Butterfree and Lapras to let them unite with their families. I have a hundred other stories where Ash went out of his way and helped Pokémon he didn't know. I doubt you would believe any."

Venusaur's skin tingled as he listened to Bulbasaur. It was truly inspiring what the boy, Ash did. He may not be lying after all, but that did not mean he could believe him in one evening. He'll take his time to know him better. In time, he'll give a report to G and decide what to do. However, there was no way this kid or his Pokémon can know of his scheme. "How can I? No human comes here to train, they only come to poach. But…" Venusaur glanced at the boy petting a Skitty. "Your trainer seems different. I almost want to believe him."

"You will. That's how he his. He's the best trainer I could ever ask for. He promised to train me into a Bulbasaur who can best a Venusaur."

It was then that Venusaur had a brilliant idea to beat two stones with one stick. He can repay the boy's kindness towards the island Pokémon and simultaneously keep an eye on him. He cleared his throat and asked, "you said you're all here to train, am I correct?"

"Yes, why?"

"Then, how would you like it if I trained you? I want to return your trainer's favor of feeding us. I have enough experience with battles and strategies to teach you. There was a time when I fought against Champions' and Elite Fours' Pokémon."

"Woah! Did you win any?"

"Few, but I certainly gave all a tough fight. So, what do you say to my offer? You can confirm with your trainer if you want."

"No, that's all right. Ash won't mind. I'll be happy to train under you, big brother."

"Okay, we'll meet tomorrow at sunrise right here then."

"Perfect."

Venusaur moseyed into the forest. As he moved, a bubble burst in his head. He turned back towards a grinning Bulbasaur. "This was your plan all along, wasn't it?"

"What plan?"

"Don't lie! I saw you sizing me up before. You called your trainer to do something so trivial, you could have done it in your sleep. You told me your trainer's entire story and brought up about evolution even when I never asked. You knew I would offer to train you, didn't you?"

"What better way to prove we are here to do what we said we are here for?" Bulbasaur winked.

Yeah, he was the 'mon with a plan alright. "You might be okay after all. Heh, see you tomorrow, kid." Venusaur left the area.

---

"Is that all you got?" Primeape mocked as he bounced on his toes, taunting Ash to make a move on him.

"Argh!" Ash groaned and shook his head as his wild idea of beating Primeape in a no-moves boxing match came alive. A destructive punch called reality had jabbed him in the face and was on ground ever since. He pushed himself up and dusted his vest. "Not…yet," he panted and fastened his hand wrap. "I'll land at least one punch before I'm completely down."

"Bring it on."

"Here I come!" Ash lunged towards Primeape's forehead. Primeape had seen it coming and blocked it with his left arm. Ash instantly went in for a body punch to Primeape's right, but the fighting-type was too quick for him—he blocked that too. He tried to sweep Primeape's legs, but the Pig Monkey Pokémon had other plans. He grabbed his trainer's wrists, pushed himself up, and leaped, summersaulting over Ash. He drop-kicked his trainer's head in the back.

Ash crashed his face to the ground. Primeape landed on his elbow. "KO!"

Ash lay motionless, the time moving at a glacial pace. The world was like a colorful visual through a kaleidoscope and his ears buzzed a high pitch noise. His skin turned extra sensitive, but couldn't feel a thing. He was pummeled to a realm far away from reality.

Primeape rushed to Ash and shook him. "Ash! Ash, you okay?"

"Whhahah…" he spoke in gibberish.

Primeape quickly fetched some water and splashed it on Ash's face.

Ash gasped. He checked his whereabouts. "Wh-what happened?" The last thing he remembered was Primeape blocking his punches, next he saw something colorful.

Primeape stood, helped Ash to his feet, walking him to the camp. "Know your limits, Ash. Please don't try this again, not with me or anyone else."

Ash lowered his head as he sat. "Alright, I won't."

"Good. Now take some rest while I go challenge that Machamp again. We both won twice each, now it time for the decider." Primeape ran into the forest.

Ash rested against a chopped tree trunk he had turned into a sofa on his second day here. A whole week had passed, yet the reason for his visit here was unclear. Mew had told him to train under difficult conditions and get stronger. While his Pokémon were on that track, Ash however found himself before a roadblock. His Pokémon either trained against the island inhabitants or followed the self-training regime Ash had devised, whereas Ash didn't know what to do. His daily routine started with preparation of food for the day followed by him checking on his Pokémon's training. This consumed most of the precious daylight. The evenings were reserved for spending time with each other or befriending the island Pokémon. The monotonous cycle repeated itself each day.

Unable to take his unproductiveness, Ash decided to train his body instead. He used the images of fitness equipment he recollected through memory and created a mobile gym. With sticks and stones, he made his dumbbells and curl rods. Rope and rocks for a leg press machine. The strong branches as a pull-up bar. Despite all this, he had no knowledge of what he was doing. He thought of working on his aura, presuming that's what Mew wanted him to train, but Lucario's words rang like a heavenly bell in his head: "Aura in a human shall remain dormant until that body attains the appropriate age. If you try forcing it out without proper supervision, beware for your life shall be at stake." Ash didn't want to die so soon. He had many things left to do in life. His promise to Serena which he left unfulfilled, the battle against his uncle he eagerly awaited, and maybe even saving the world a few more times. Therefore, the only alternative he found was to train against his own Pokémon and evidently, that wasn't too brilliant either. It was frustrating to sit idle and wait for Mew to come with further instructions, which again was a giant question mark. He was in the same boat as a farmer who sowed his seeds and waited for the rain, unguaranteed promises were the only lifeline. If only there was someone to train him in some form of combat or better yet, in aura.

He slipped his body down until his make-shift sofa turned into a pillow suitable for a Snorlax. He took his cap off and placed it on his chest and watched the milky clouds drift across the morning sky. As each of those chalky cotton candies passed, Ash noticed their faint resemblances. One of the clouds looked like a Kingler flipping pancakes with a spatula. One was a Bellossom using Magical Leaf while nibbling on a cookie. A twin cloud resembled a battle between an Onix and a Rhyhorn where the former wrapped the latter in a Bind attack. Ash found this amusing and carried on solving the puzzles, and as he did, his imagination too elevated and went wild.

"That's a Blastoise taking a shower for sure. That shower brush in his hand has no bristles on it, ha-ha-ha. This is so much fun."

The next puzzle appeared.

"Woah! Awesome!" It was Mew with a sword in her hand. According to Ash's imagination, the sword had an antique designed handle and a sparkling blade. "I want one like that."

"Like what?" the forest behind him spoke.

The hair on Ash's arms lifted. "Wh-who is that?"

"G!" his scepter's thump synchronized with his voice.

Ash got up and welcomed G. "How long you were listening?"

"Long enough to hear you want something. If I may ask, what is it? You've got me curious."

"Oh, that," Ash chuckled foolishly. "It was a sword I made up in my imagination. He-he."

"Hmmm, you're into swordplay too?"

"Nope, never held one in my life. I just find them cool in movies and TV. The way the heroes spin it looks amazing. Anyways, why are you here, G? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, I have," G said and sat on the log Ash previously rested against. Ash occupied the spot beside him.

"What? What did you do that is so wrong?"

"Venusaur gave me a report last night. While I can't understand him exactly like you do, I did gain a brief gist. We both are thoroughly convinced that you're not a poacher, you can't be one. I hope you accept our sincere apologizes for antagonizing you when you arrived."

"No, G, you don't have to apologize. I can understand why you couldn't trust me. I probably would have done the same if I were you. Venusaur told me how often you face poachers here."

"Hmm," G scratched his chin. "You remind me a lot of someone I knew. The same love for Pokémon, you talk alike, and surprisingly you both have similar appearances—"

"Is he your friend?"

"No, my Protégé," Gold gazed into the sky. "A fine trainer he was. I couldn't be prouder of him."

"I'd love to meet him. Where is he now? Maybe I'll run into him sometime during my travels."

"You won't. He—" G paused and looked down with sorrowful eyes. "Isn't alive anymore. He passed away many years ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry, G. I know how it is to lose someone important," Ash faltered.

"I have weird suspicion," G muttered as he stroked his snowy beard. He squinted his eyes. "What's your full name, kid?"

"Ash Ketchum."

Gold twitched his neck, rising to his feet. "Red Ketchum your dad?"

"Yeah, you knew him too?"

"I had a feeling you were his son." G shut his eyes and chuckled. "Knew him? I made him."

"You mean, your Protégé—"

"Yes; is your dad."

Ash slapped his hands against his cheeks and jumped to his toes. "Then you must be Gold!"

"You're right," Gold flicked his scepter to his other hand and banged it on the ground. A gentle breeze choregraphed a mild dance of fallen leaves around his legs. "I'm Gold Vulcano!"

Ash's heart froze and then it pounded. In front of him stood none but the legendary trainer who went missing many years ago. His genius in battle strategies and hand combat was practically unparalleled to such extent that many considered him as a prodigy who is born once in a hundred years. His disappearance was one of the biggest unsolved mysteries of the modern world. Several conspiracy theories had cropped up explaining it. The most popular and believed was that he passed away due to old age and the authorities kept it concealed to avoid any large-scale pandemonium. He was an inspiration to several generations of trainers and has remained adulated in many households even today. It was said that there wasn't any league or tournament Gold hadn't conquered and he did it all before he even touched thirty. He held the World Champion title for nearly two decades before he decided to call quits, after which he took Red Ketchum as his apprentice. Ash had a vivid recollection of his dad mentioning how he owed all his success to his master and if there was anyone worthy of a title like Pokémon Master, it was Gold. In fact, it was that particular conversation which stirred Ash's resolve to become a Pokémon Master. Ash got down on his knee and bowed. "It's an honor to meet you, Master Gold."

Gold smiled. He placed his hand on Ash's shoulder and stared at him. "It's good seeing Red's son all grown up into a fine young man."

"I can't believe you're still alive. The whole world thinks you're dead. Wait until uncle Lance hears this, he'll be so happy to see you again."

"No! nobody can know of my existence."

Ash flinched, confused. Gold was arguably the greatest Pokémon trainer the world ever came across. He had everything to his name: achievements, fame, respect, everything, then why did he want to stay hidden? Ash could not think of one valid reason. "But why? Why do you want me to lie about you? Why don't you come back?" Ash asked.

Gold chuckled knowingly as if he expected that question. "Too much of a talent can sometimes turn on itself. There are some things I'd like to keep private. But to summarize: I cannot go back. It's better for the world not knowing of my presence. I hope I can trust you with my secret."

Everyone had their own secrets; Ash knew that better than anybody. "Okay, if you insist. I won't tell anybody about you," Ash said. "But—I want something in return."

"Why yes, of course. What do you want?"

Ash grinned and pointed a provocative finger at Gold. "I challenge you to a Pokémon Battle!"

---

Gold tossed and turned on his make-shift bed in his cave. The night was unusually chilly and the frosty winds repeatedly assailed his soles. He curled his body and pulled his feet inside his blanket. It was close to the bewitching hour—the moon was at its peak of its flamboyance.

Gold was a man who was annoyingly disciplined, yet tonight, his eyes couldn't taste sleep. His mind revolved around thoughts he never had to have. It's been two weeks since he rejected the challenge Ash threw at him and same two weeks since that brat wouldn't stop pestering him for one. Gold's heart did have a small itch to test his late protégé's son's fortitude, but he was bound by a word he couldn't cross. Ash's persistence however, reminded him so much of Red who had the same adamance.

Back in his day, Red pestered him for months before he accepted to train him. It was like déjà vu—only difference: this time it was a younger and a more annoying Red. In terms of ability to get under one's skin, Ash was miles ahead of his dad. If Red was a drama queen, Ash was his dad on steroids. Red was at least aware of his boundaries, but Ash and that little mouse of his questioned the existence of boundaries. They popped up every day with a different excuse each time. Every conversation had a different beginning but the same ending. They once went as far as claiming that Pikachu suffered form a serious chronic illness which required strong battles against opponents as a cure. He was like that mild toothache which kept reminding you of its presence, but never demanded any immediate attention.

Gold chuckled. It's been decades since he witnessed such antics. Even though the dosage was high, it did bring back many pleasant memories. He turned around and looked outside his cave—the night sky was like a glittery shroud of malevolence. The moon stressed its luster and illuminated his cave's entrance through the crevices of a giant palm tree. He stared at it till the light blurred, covering his eyes entirely. His eyes countered it with darkness, and he gradually fell asleep.

"Wakkie, wakkie," the echo of a cute voice giggled in Gold's mind. It was sweet and measured precisely enough to put someone in a hypnotic trance.

Gold groggily woke up and rubbed his eyes. His cave was lit in pink. He raised his head to the levitating image of the legendary, Mew.

"Lay-lay-Lady Mew!" Gold shot up from his bed. He bowed his head. "It's been a while since you graced me with your presence."

Mew hovered close to Gold's and glared into his eyes with puffed cheeks. "Don't call me lady. I'm still a young girl," she said telepathically, striking a photogenic pose.

"Of course, you are. My apologies. Mew, is that okay?" Gold bowed.

Mew grinned and nodded fanatically. "I like how you always obey me, Gold. Most of my siblings, humph," she pouted. "They never listen to me."

"I'm sorry about that."

"Forget about those morons. I need your help with something important."

"Anything. Tell me how can this humble servant be of your assistance."

"Remember our conversation sixteen years ago?"

Gold's face paled. The word sixteen years ago raced his heart and shook his body like he was watching a horror show. "I-is it time already?"

"Yes, the awakening is close by."

Gold tried to swallow his saliva, but his mouth was dry. He cleared his throat. "Who is it?"

"Ash Ketchum."

Gold shut his eyes and calmed his nerves. He then chuckled. "Can't say I'm surprised. He seems to have all the right attributes."

"Everybody to cross his path would vouch for the same."

"How much does he know?"

"Just that he is chosen, nothing else. I'll gradually reveal the rest in time. He's still a kid and not ready for the whole truth."

"What do you want from me then, Mew? Knowing you, you must have everything figured out."

"Train Ash like you did his father."

"You sent him here for that?"

Mew wrapped her elongated tail around Gold's neck and giggled. "This place isn't much of a tourist attraction, sweetie. Of course, I sent him here for that."

"Pardon me, Mew. Ask me for my life, I'll lay it down with a smile. But please don't ask me to go back on my word."

"I know your principles, Gold, and I'm not asking you to break your word. I asking you to do your part in saving the world."

"Aren't they one and the same?"

"You gave me your word you'd help, and I need it now."

"You know I'm conflicted between two promises. I want to train the boy, I wanted to, the moment I realized who he was, but I also vowed to never enter the battlefield again. You tell me, which promise do I break?" Gold held his arms out defenselessly.

"Over the eons, many prophecies have come and gone. While most left a significant mark in each civilization, none came close to the destruction and pain caused by the Archean Prophecy. Unless the Chosen One is trained by someone as experienced as you, he won't be able to stand against the evil awaiting him. He and the world will perish. It's up to you which promise you want to break, I won't force you."

"Can't really argue against the stakes of world ending, can I? I'll start his training tomorrow."

"Yay! Yay! Yay!" Mew swam circles in air and sat on Gold's shoulder. "I knew you'd agree." She nuzzled her snout against Gold's creased cheek.

"Ha-ha-ha, you've mastered the art of persuasion, how can I not? By the way, can he be made aware of this meeting and why I'm training him? I want a solid foundation of trust. It makes things easier."

Mew withdrew with a drift. "I can't argue with you there, but I hope you don't reveal any information about the prophecy or the spirits. That's my job and I'll decide when he should know."

"You have my word on that. I just have one more question."

"What is it?"

"Is the boy a guardian?"

Mew grinned. "Of the rarest blood—Draconoid clan. His powers will release in time. He's the perfect blend of every value a Chosen One should have, I believe you'll enjoy training him."

"I share the same belief."

"Goodluck then, I'll see you again," she said and vanished like a whisper in a crowded street.

Gold sighed. He got up from his bed with his blanket wrapped around his bare chest. He sat down before his fireplace and reignited the half-burnt wood. He stared into the wavering flame as his mind went back in time, flipping through his memories selectively.

"The Chosen One will soon be born and when time arrives, he'll need your help the most. Will you help, Gold?"

"My Lady, I swear to lay my life if need be. I'll not let you down."

Gold threw another piece of wood in the fire. The flame intensified.

"You'll have to pay for this, Gold. What you did is unforgivable."

"I accept my fault. I cannot compensate for what I've done, but if it means anything, I vow to never enter your lives or the battlefield again. Gold Vulcano is dead from today!"

Gold's face absorbed the heat from the fire. His cold body started warming up.

"I'm Ash and you are?"

"The one who'll be kicking your butts of this place…"

"I challenge you to a Pokémon Battle."

Gold smirked. "You've certainly got your dad's spirit, kid. Let's see if you inherited his heart too."

---

"You sure you heard him right, Ash?" Bayleef asked, stomping her feet anxiously. "He's still not here and I'm getting sick and tired of waiting."

"His words exactly: assemble with your team tomorrow morning, I shall meet you at your camp. We can pick up from there," Ash said. Yesterday, Gold had suddenly appeared during his training session, interrupting. He told him about his conversation with Mew and how she wanted him to train Ash. Though Ash challenged Gold for a battle, his real intention was to impress Gold with that battle and slowly claw his way up his apprentice like his dad had done. But, when the offer to train under him came to Ash, he didn't waste a second and pounced on it. He was glad that Mew didn't forget about him. If not anything, she at least gave him a direction proceed.

"Have some patience, young one, for it is your biggest weakness," Tauros gave his wise words.

Bayleef pouted and turned her head away from Tauros. "I don't need some stupid old bull teaching me."

Tauros, the patient wild bull he was, simply ignored and stayed silent. It was a known fact that Bayleef was no different than stubborn brat and wouldn't listen to none, not even Ash at times.

"He's here! He's here!" Pikachu yelled from the top of a tree. He jumped to the ground and ran towards Ash. "He is on his way, Venusaur is bringing him."

"Puff, that ends our waiting," Bayleef said with an annoyed look. Ash didn't bother much with her, since her hysterics barely lasted a few minutes. She simply needs someone or something to distract her.

A distant shadow of Gold riding on Venusaur slowly appeared. Ash and his team ran up to them. "Morning, Master Gold."

"Morning, son," Gold jumped to the ground from Venusaur's back. "Have you been waiting too long?"

"No, not too long. Shall we begin with the training? What do you want us to do?" Ash stretched his elbows. "We're all pumped up."

"Yeah, give me any task," Pikachu did a front flip and slammed his tail on the ground. "I'm ready." Ever since he knew of Gold's identity, a spark of determination to prove himself to the revered trainer lit inside him. Everyday, he joined Ash in his pursuit to convince Gold for a battle. He helped Ash by giving him various ideas to change Gold's mind, but none worked.

"Ha-ha-ha, why don't we save that energy for later and have a seat first. Let's acquaint ourselves better, then I'll have an idea of where to begin your training."

Gold took a seat on a rock and leaned his scepter against it. Venusaur stood beside him. Ash sat in front of Gold while his team formed an arc behind him. Pikachu took his usual spot on his shoulder.

"Your team looks strong and healthy; how long have you been travelling?"

"Five years, master," Ash said. He stroked Pikachu's cheek. "I started when I turned ten with this fellow here."

Pikachu nuzzled Ash and licked his ear.

"Err, I'd rather you not call me master. Try something else."

Ash could call him by his name, but it didn't sound too right since he addressed him as son. He wanted something more intimate, especially since he was going to spend an unknown amount of time training under him. He tapped his chin in thought.

"Don't sweat, Ash. Call him, old man," Pikachu said. "He's old and he's a man. Old man, period."

That was it. If Ash remembered correctly, his dad used to refer to Gold as old man. Ash nodded to Pikachu. "How about, Old man? Didn't my dad call you the same?"

"Ha-ha-ha, brings back fond memories," Gold laughed heartily. "That'll work."

"Alright then, old man, what else do you want to know about me?"

"You said you've been journeying for five years. State your accomplishments?"

Ash grinned. He just came off a winning streak which radically bolstered his record. "I competed in three regional leagues. One top sixteen and two top eights. I beat the Orange Champion, Drake a few years ago, but I didn't take up that position. I was too young and had a lot more of the world to see. Recently, I beat the Kanto Battle Frontier. Brandon then offered me the youngest Frontier Brain position, but I passed that too. Apart from these I took part and won in many other tournaments and competitions. I was about to go to Kalos to compete in the league, but Mew sent me here to train with you."

Gold stroked his beard. "Your achievements are more than impressive I must say. Your dad was twenty-two before he conquered his first Battle Frontier. I know Brandon personally, his Regis are a tough bunch, aren't they?"

"They are, especially with their defenses. They drag every round to the dying minutes, but thanks to my Pokémon, we pulled a win," Ash said as he glanced at his Pokémon, reminiscing their historic battle. After Squirtle's loss against Dusclops in the first round, Brandon quickly gained the upper hand with his three aces still fresh and unchosen. It was then that his team's three supreme forces: Sceptile, Pikachu and Charizard showed their brave hearts and brought home the victory. Sceptile took Dusclops down, but despite tough attempts was unable to keep up against Regirock's legendary force. Pikachu then won against Regirock and managed to weaken Brandon's Registeel. It was Charizard who overcame the might of final two legendries (Registeel and Regice) and sealed the overall win. It was the greatest match Ash had ever fought. "It was the most satisfying victory ever," he said.

"I can understand how you feel. I felt the same after my first league victory."

"How did you feel?"

Gold looked up into the sky. "I remember it like yesterday. Both me and my opponent were down to our last Pokémon. I had my Dragonite pitted against my opponent's Gengar. I honestly thought I lot. Keeping up with Gengar's tricks seemed impossible. That opponent was well prepared. He trapped Dragonite with sly moves. Dragonite fell quite a few times, but he never gave up. He woke up twice during a countdown and in the end, we secured victory. I could reminiscence every sweat we broke and every drop of blood we spilled to get there. All the tough trainings and hardships we went through appeared right before my eyes. And when I looked at Dragonite's tired smiling face, I just had one thought—it was all worth it."

"That's what I'm talking about!" Ash said. Gold's story mesmerized everyone there. Some even had watery eyes listening to such a historic win. "Is it true that after that, you won every competition you took part in?"

"Ha-ha-ha," Gold slapped his thigh as he laughed. "That's quite an accusation for an old man like me," he raised an eyebrow. "Well, it's true that I have a certain knack for winning when it came to competitions, but I did lose my fair share of battles and those are the ones that I'll always remember."

"Yeah, true, I remember mine as well. Winning feels amazing and all, but you learn a lot when you lose."

"That's quite a mature statement for someone as young as you."

"Well, I had some amazing friends teach me." Brock's experience and unromantic wisdom taught Ash all the survival skills and life lessons that he required. Misty's constant rain on his parade made him want to want to prove her wrong which led to him pushing himself even further. With the acquaintance of a walking PokéDex like Max and the experience he gained by mentoring May, together led to the trainer he was today. Not to mention the support he had from his family and the various rivals like Gary that he had.

"I'm glad you have such influences. Now, why don't we get into the real talk? Tell me, what is your dream? Why do you train and battle?"

"Simple, I want to be a Pokémon Master."

"Ha-ha-ha, you've set an endless goal for yourself, haven't you? That's quite brave and ambitious."

"You believe in my dream!" Ash exclaimed. Apart from his mom and friends, everyone else he had told about it dismissed it as a childish fantasy. There were plenty of instances where people he met during travels advised him not to tell others of his dream and sound like a fool. Though they had Ash's best interests at heart, there was no way someone was telling Ash what to do. He would announce it to the world on television for all he cared. He believed in his dream and that was all that he needed.

"Of course, why wouldn't I? Everything is impossible until someone achieves it. But have you considered if you're on the right path? There isn't any official title or prize you're after, so no matter how many battles you win or what you achieve, it may not be enough."

Ash became quiet, struggling to find the right words. He was usually asked how could he become a Pokémon Master or sometimes why he wanted to become one. He had a complete essay prepared for that line of questioning like the one he gave Venusaur on his first day here, but he had never deliberated if the path he choose was the right one. He told Venusaur with confidence that his journey towards his dream was what will make his dream come true, but the Old Man challenged his journey itself. This was an entirely new dimension he hadn't explored yet. He swallowed and wiped the lone drop of sweat dripping down his cheek. "T-the experiences I gain by travelling and bonding with Pokémon will help me achieve it."

"Is that enough?" Gold raised an eyebrow. There is this one look that your face makes when you have the solution to a puzzle and you're looking at someone who is desperately trying to solve the same. You're prepared to reveal it to that person, but you prolong it just to amuse yourself. Gold had that exact look on his face.

"I know a lot more is required to achieve my dream, but I started with the only way I know how and that is by winning battles. I believe that the experiences during my journey will teach me all I need," Ash said. "Do you know the right path?"

"Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. Maybe there is no path. But if you ever want to live your dream, you'll have to figure it out on your own," Gold said. "Okay, why don't we simplify it a bit. How would you define your dream? Who would you consider a Pokémon Master?"

"The best trainer out there. It's not just about battling or having the strongest Pokémon though, it's something more than that. Someone who understands what Pokémon are and what Pokémon battles are."

"What does a battle mean to you then?" Gold asked as he slowly nodded.

"They mean more than one thing to me," Ash said. "Winning or losing aside, I love the thrill and excitement it brings to me and my Pokémon. It makes your blood pump and veins burn, and you let yourself all out there. Funny thing is that battles are also the only way I get to know a person and his Pokémon. It is through a battle that I connect with my opponent and see what he's truly got and what kind of a person he is. I can't read or understand people normally like most people do. I rely on battles for that. Every move my opponent makes, every word he says, his actions, reactions, all help me analyze him and read him. And when I make my move based on it, brings me closer to my Pokémon. Our trust and bond develop with every battle. Every victory is a token of our hard work and every loss is a reminder of the tough road ahead. That's why we love battles." His Pokémon cheered and applauded, their feelings concretely mutual. Ash calmed his team and continued, "but then there are these few rare occasions when something different happens, something which reminds me why I love battles so much," he pondered into the sky.

"Like what?" Gold said with a slow smile building on his lips.

"Like sometimes, in the heat of the battle, I feel as if I'm connected to my Pokémon. I understand how much longer they can keep going and how strong their attacks will be. They get to know my exact plan and they move without much explanation. I keep getting tired and they keep getting stronger, as if my energy flows into them. It happens extremely rare, but when it does—that's when I have my best battles and I know I'm up against a worthy rival. I can't describe the feeling in words, but it's like you've got this new sense in your body and some unknown source is giving you power."

Gold had a wide knowing smile. "What you've experienced, son, is a unique battle phenomenon known as, the aura-bond. I haven't crossed paths with a single person of your age who experienced this phenomenon. Guess you being the Chosen One wasn't a mistake after all."

"Of course, it wasn't a mistake," Ash said pridefully. "But what do you mean by aura-bond? Does that happen because I can use aura?"

"No, anybody can experience it, many have in fact, but not everyone knows what it is." Gold leaned forward. "Listen, son, what I'm about to tell you has been an open secret in this world. Humans have known about it for centuries, but none were and never are patient enough to experience it."

"Okay, this sound interesting. What is it?"

"I'm assuming you already know that the aura is the force of life?"

"Yes."

"What you may not know is that aura is a complex pseudo force which not only is the foundation of life, but is also a key element in forming bonds."

"So, aura is a bond force and a life force now?"

"Yes, every human and Pokémon have some amount of aura within him or her. When humans or Pokémon form close relations between their own breed, they foster a deep sense of love and care for each other. These bonds strengthen their aura and gives them confidence and will power in grave situations. This is how the support of your friends and family play a vital role in your achievements and you probably might have known how many odds you can cross with such support."

"Woah! I never knew the reason behind this, but your right, I perform my best when my own are cheering for me."

"Correct. Now, when these relations turn more intimate with an opposite gender, this aura transfers and develops a new life. This is the ancient science behind how babies are born."

"Erm, old man, can we move on from this?" Ash cringed. He's had enough of Brock's drilling of unwanted information that he'd never want to have those conversations again, and having it with a probable octogenarian was beyond obnoxious. He'd just walk out if this topic went any further.

"Ha-ha-ha, all right, all right. Now, where were we? Ah, yes." Gold slapped his thigh. "Now when humans and Pokémon foster these bonds of friendship and care between them, that is when the whole equation changes."

"Meaning?"

"Miracles happen, son. Miracles happen. When the feelings between the trainer and the Pokémon match during a battle, the aura-bond occurs. It is the primary force behind Mega Evolution, Z-moves, and others. That's why those phenomena require a strong bond as a prerequisite. The stones and devices stabilize those emotions and give a power boost. Aura-bond does the same but without any such accessories. It just requires an extremely strong bond and trust between trainer and Pokémon. More than what Mega Evolution and others require. It does not change the appearance of the Pokémon like in Mega Evolution, but the power up would be distinctly similar, sometimes more."

"You mean, my bond with my Pokémon is why all that happened with me?"

"Yes, it is. Your bonds with your Pokémon must be at that level for aura-bond to occur. Most trainers manage to form wonderful bonds with their Pokémon, that's how they gradually manage to understand them, but with time their bonds plateau. They either neglect their Pokémon for a new one, or they lack the heart to take a step ahead when all odds are stacked against them. Since the aura-bond is a battle phenomenon, it occurs only when the trainer and the Pokémon have synchronized emotions and are put under deep stress during a battle. However, it is impossible to achieve if the bond between the trainer and the Pokémon are weak. The state of extreme emotions, is the trigger for aura-bond and that happens only when you're fighting against the wind, yet you still keep moving."

"True, whenever such thing happens, it's during the final stages of the battle when it's down to the last cards."

"Ash, remember Elite Four Bruno said something similar: the true secret behind Pokémon training is that trainers and Pokémon should care for each other," Pikachu said.

"Of course! How could I forget." Ash explained his interaction with Bruno to Gold.

"Words lived by every great trainer. Did you know, there ancient scriptures which mention of Mega Evolutions without the use of a Keystone or a Megastone, but only with strong bonds."

"Wow! That's so awesome! I hope I would be able to do something like that one day."

"Maybe you will, but not all Pokémon can Mega Evolve without the stones, only one in billion are born with that ability."

"Oh shoot! You know how to ruin a moment, old man."

"Ha-ha-ha, most Pokémon attain their pinnacle strength during the aura-bond, and depending on the trainer-Pokémon emotions, it can sometimes surpass Mega Evolution's power. That's rarely seen, but given your achievements, I doubt it's rare to your eyes."

"That's what I'm talking about!" Ash punched his fist in his palm. "Guys, from now on we'll work towards forming such strong bonds that no one even with a Mega Evolution can touch us."

His Pokémon replied in enthusiastic cheers.

"Your true strength lies in the love you have for your Pokémon and your trust in them, always remember that."

"Then what about training and strategies? Aren't they equally important?"

"Most battle strategies require immense trust between you and your Pokémon. That's where a strong bond comes into play. It gives all the will power required to defy the odds. When comes training, there is a certain limit to what you can do with it. After a point, the development plateaus, and will require severe efforts to move past that stage. Your Charizard for example, I can see he's at that stage. He craves for strength yet is unable to figure out how to move past his plateau." Gold looked into Charizard's eyes.

Ash turned to his Flame Pokémon. "Is that true, Charizard?"

"Err, yes, Ash," Charizard scratched his snout. "After the battle against Noland's Articuno, I couldn't feel myself get stronger. No matter how hard I trained, it wasn't enough. I simply couldn't get stronger. That's why I was so excited when you told me of this place. I'm sorry I never told you."

"No, you did not thing wrong, Charizard. I should have known about this." Ash turned and faced his Pokémon. "Guys, if any of you have any problems, whatever it might be, I want you to talk to me. I'm your trainer, I promise I'll do everything I can to solve any problem. We'll have a sit-down tonight and we'll discuss this." His Pokémon replied affirmatively. He turned back to Gold. "Is there a way I can solve Charizard's problem?"

"We'll need to devise a rigid training regime for that. He'll need to forget everything that he's learnt and start from scratch, but only at the most extreme level. It'll be brutal, but that's the only way."

"Are you up for that, Charizard?"

"You know I am," Charizard grinned.

"He's your ace, I presume?" Gold asked.

"When it comes to head on battles of strength, Charizard is equal to an army. Yes, he is my secret weapon," Ash replied.

"He is strong and hungry for strength. I see the flawless loyalty he has towards you. I'm curious, how did you find him? Pokémon with such character are rare."

"Charizard?" Ash asked for permission. Charizard had a dark past of Pokémon abuse, therefore Ash never told his story to anyone without seeking his Pokémon's approval first.

Charizard nodded and approved.

Ash narrated the entire incident of his encounter with Damian and how Charmander left him. He continued and explained the change in Charizard's behavior after evolution and how he started listening to Ash after the Poliwhirl episode in Orange Islands, and later how he joined the Charcific Valley.

"Charizard came to help me whenever I had a tough battle, but now there isn't one Charizard in Charcific Valley that can stand up against mine, so he finished his training and rejoined my team," Ash concluded.

"That's one hell of a story you've got there," Gold said. He locked his eyes with Charizard. "I applaud your tenacity, you should keep it up."

Charizard bowed and accepted Gold's praise with grace. Ash thrust his chest out and grinned. A veteran trainer like Gold praised his Pokémon, he couldn't be prouder. He looked at Charizard with staunched eyes. You'll get your retribution soon, Charizard. Wait till we find him and show him your real strength and make him regret the day he left you on that rock. I promise to make this happen. I promise.

"Old man, one thing doesn't make sense to me. If true bond has such power, why do people follow evil methods to make Pokémon strong? Why beat and torture them when the same strength or maybe more can be achieved from being kind to them?" Ash asked.

"Bonding requires time, son. Not everybody can form bonds like you do. The island Pokémon hated you for one minute and loved you the very next minute. It took you less than two days to earn Venusaur's trust. You may be blessed with the ability to understand Pokémon, but more than that you have a born ability to befriend any Pokémon."

"I guess it makes sense. But, hey, you still didn't tell if I'm on the right path and what is required to be a Pokémon Master."

"The way I see it, you'll soon find out yourself, but I'll throw you a bone. You are indeed headed in the right direction."

The next few hours Ash and his new master exchanged their various experiences in their journeys. Ash spoke about his various adventures, the stories of how he met each of his Pokémon, the evil organizations he took down, and some of the once-in-a-lifetime moments like the ride on Lugia. Gold shared his share of experiences, mostly his stories of Red which Ash wholeheartedly welcomed.

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Three years have come and gone and the now eighteen-year-old Ash Ketchum stood at the edge of the island as he waited for the right time. Over the span of three years, Ash and his team underwent strenuous training under Gold. Ash himself learned a dictionary of battle techniques and improved immensely on his impromptu strategies. He learned the art of combat fighting and the use of a few weapons like spears, swords, and others. He hasn't completely mastered all skills, but he grasped the basics thoroughly and was able to skillfully intermix them all. He vowed to use his skills only in self-defense or while protecting someone, this was a vow he would stand by till the day he lost his breath. His Pokémon too have showed tremendous improvements in all aspects, a few even evolved in this process.

Pikachu spent most of his time smashing stones with his Iron Tail. He trained his crooked tail to such extent that he once split a ninety-feet giant rock into two exact halves in a single strike. His daily races with Sceptile and Pidgeot have been fruitful and progressed his Quick Attack to the next level—he learnt Extreme Speed. It was a little different from the usual Extreme Speed, since Pikachu's was just a modified Quick Attack. He could use both forms of attacks by altering his speed. He promised Ash to keep his new found strength under check, unless the situation demanded.

Bulbasaur's training under Venusaur turned out a blessing in disguise for the little 'mon, Sceptile and Bayleef. Soon after Bulbasaur began his training, he invited Sceptile too. Sceptile who was busy training on his speed unwillingly accepted, but was later pleased by his decision. He successfully learnt the move Frenzy Plant which he's been trying to master ever since he was a Grovyle. His speed too was on par with Pikachu since he won about half of their races.

Bulbasaur's defiance to evolve restricted him from learning many superior moves. But Venusaur and Sceptile together took it upon themselves to defy the odds. They taught Frenzy Plant to little Seed Pokémon and strengthened his other moves. Though his Frenzy Plant involved in summoning only two vines, it could be immensely beneficial in certain situations. Using the common grounds between all of them, Bayleef cleverly joined under Venusaur's training. Her initial goal was to woo Sceptile, but it gradually evolved into get strong and impress Sceptile. She's now a Meganium with the same personality and a boyfriend in the form of Sceptile to show for.

As a fire-fighter, Squirtle's tiny body allowed him to enter small spaces for search and rescue missions, but after his resignation he no longer required his form. With constant training against the island Pokémon, he successfully evolved into Wartortle. Ash wasn't confident that it was a positive thing since his misbehavior escalated and he developed a new love for destruction.

Pidgeot spent most of her time with the aerial and draconian beasts like Salamences, Dragonites, and Pokémon Ash never heard of. These were the strongest Pokémon on the island and they lived to the far side in the north. It took Pidgeot almost six months to gain acceptance among them. But when she did, she didn't stop until destroying everyone in battles. She revamped her move pool with Heat Wave, Mirror Move and the all-powerful Sky Attack.

Despite her relentless efforts, Quilava failed to achieve evolution. However, her efforts worked their charm and advanced her fire power. She could blow flames hot enough to melt rocks in seconds.

Tauros and Primeape have found a new brotherhood and trained together most of the time. They repeatedly had double battles and honed their already present skill. Primeape's punches were twice stronger and Tauros's Take Down was like an earthquake.

Heracross and Totodile were the two slackers of the team. Heracross's life dream came true with the presence of so many trees to sip sap from, while Totodile found an audience for his performances. He gained a handsome following with the island Pokémon who sometimes offered him various rare fruits and berries. Both skipped training most of the time, goofing around. However, with the little training they did, they improved on their attacks and were a definite force to account.

While it took Pidgeot six-months to again acceptance with the savage and dragon Pokémon, Charizard crushed them all during that same time. He took down all the challenges the island Pokémon threw at him, even crushing Venusaur in a battle. Then he went under Gold's brutal training regime during which he gained a certain enlightenment and completed the course victoriously.

"It's time," Mew said as she floated towards the raven-haired trainer. "You're ready?"

"I guess," Ash said with a half shrug. His mind constantly went over the conversation he had with her a few weeks ago.

"Ask me what you want, Ash. It's high time you knew the truth," Mew said while she floated in midair. Ash, his Pokémon, and Gold were all assembled for this so-called conference of truth. Gold was the only one who seemed to know what Mew was going to tell, but he never blurted a word in the last three years.

"How about: why am I training here?" Ash crossed his arms and asked angrily. Apart from having that one conversation with Gold where she convinced him to train Ash, she never set tail on the island since. Ash had thought that she'd at least visit him once and explain the reason for his intensive training, but no such incident occurred. It took her three years before she showed her face to Ash.

"I thought I made that part clear. Gold is preparing you for the dangers you're going to face ahead."

"What are those dangers then? I deserve to know."

"Ash, how old do you think is this planet?"

"I don't know, maybe a million years old, but how is that related to anything?"

"The earth as you call it, is over six billion years old. You'd have known if you attended school a little," Mew stuck her tongue out.

"Don't tease me, Mew. Get to the point, will you?"

"Okay! You see, ever since life began on earth, about four billion years ago, humans and Pokémon co-existed together."

"Wait, you mean humans existed along with Pokémon?" Ash always thought humans came later. The floating theory was that Pokémon existed since the beginning and Arceus created humans later.

"Technically Pokémon existed way before that in the earlier two billion years, but that period is a little complicated and not relevant for now. For convenience, let's assume life began with humans and Pokémon together. Now, during the first three of the four billion years, there was joy and peace everywhere. Humans and Pokémon helped each other and learned to exist in harmony. There was no evil, only love. It was a world unlike any."

"I'd love to live at a time like that. What happened then? In the last billion years?"

"The darkest day in history occurred: The Great Extinction. It changed everything. Life on this planet was reduced to dust and except for the legendary Pokémon and the few lives they saved, there was nothing left on earth. Similar to what you saw in your dream."

"What? Was Arceus sleeping then?" Ash flared his nostrils. "Isn't he responsible for the world?"

"Don't you dare say a word against Arceus." Mew tightened her expression. Ash never knew Mew could get this angry. "Who do you think saved those few lives? If not for him, this planet wouldn't have seen a single life in the last billion years. The forces that began the destruction were together far stronger than Arceus and the rest of the legendries combined. There wasn't anything that could have been done."

"I'm sorry, Mew. I shouldn't have said that. What are those forces though, and how are they related to me?"

"Those forces are known as the Spirits of Karma. There are seven of them. They are mystical powers with the capacity to turn this whole planet into ashes. They originated as a part of a vicious curse cast on this planet. They awaken once after every ten-thousand years and choose their human masters. When they do, their energy forms into a device allowing its master/bearer to utilize its power. When fallen into the right hands, these spirits can do wonders to help and change the world and make it a better place, but most bearers get power hungry and use them to cause destruction. Over the billion years they existed, they took more than a hundred trillion lives of both humans and Pokémon."

"What!" Ash gripped the sides of his head. "How is that possible?"

"Every time they awoke, they usually swallowed an entire civilization."Ash's heartbeat raced. An entire civilization swallowed? Gulp. So, this was the reason civilizations and Pokémon went extinct and not some meteorite bombings. "However, there were times when the Chosen One with Arceus's help stopped the spirits before they caused any major life loss." Ash's heart cooled down. So, Arceus would help and together they could stop those spirits.

"So, Arceus destroyed them already?"

"They can't be destroyed, only stopped. They reappear every ten-thousand years."

Ash gulped again. "So, I should stop them with Arceus's help?"

"Yes, but before that, there is more you need to know. Out of the seven spirits, two of them have abnormal powers and are known as the Juggernaut Spirits. The rest five are known as the Wandering Spirits. According to the Archean Prophecy, the Chosen One, that is you will be the bearer of one of those two Juggernaut Spirits. It'll be your responsibility to bring the five bearers of the Wandering Spirits to your side before the other Juggernaut bearer gets to them."

"You mean, I should find those five bearers and convince them to join my side for my final battle against the other Juggernaut bearer? Am I right?"

"Yatzy!" Mew tapped Ash's head.

"How do you know, the other Juggernaut Spirt will choose an evil bearer, Mew? It's possible it can choose someone good and kind, right?"

"Unfortunately, that's a part of the curse, Ash. While one of the Juggernaut Spirit joins the Chosen One, the other always goes to someone with an evil soul. And most of the time, the rest five join the evil force, leaving the Chosen One and Arceus defenseless. The clash between the two Juggernauts is inevitable."

"Why do the bearers join the evil juggernaut? Surely Arceus and the Chosen Ones should have been able to convince at least a few to take their side. There are five wandering spirits and how is it possible that they join the other side most of the time?"

"You have a good question, but the answer is simple: greed."

"Greed?"

"The bearers of the Juggernaut Spirits are chosen even before they are born. Their destiny to fight each other is written in stone even before the spirits surface. But the Wandering Sprits are different. They chose their masters after they emerge. They have no criteria or reason for choosing someone. They do it in random. They chose because they must."

"You're speaking in circles, Mew."

"Let me explain then, see, every average human has some amount of greed hidden in his/her heart. It may be for power, or money, or fame, or something else. No matter how kind or honest they portray, they always want something more. Of course, there are many exceptions, but their numbers are negligible. So, when such humans receive abnormal powers, their hidden ugliness surfaces. When they realize they are superior to others beings, they develop a craving for power. Their greed easily sways them into the evil route."

"I sort of understand. I promise never to be swayed by greed. I will always defend what's right."

"I know you will. That's why you are the Chosen One and not someone else."

"Thanks," Ash said. "Hey, Mew, did Arceus and the Chosen One lose most of the time then?" He had a feeling that he asked a question whose answer he'd rather not know.

"I'm sorry to say this, Ash, but, yes. Most of the times, the Chosen Ones died and Arceus went back to his slumber after losing all his energy. The bearers who are left alive after the war exploit and plunder the earth and rule by their whims. Sometimes they fight among themselves and kill each other or they age and perish, after which the spirits go back to hibernation for the next ten-thousand years. Whatever maybe the case, if the Chosen One fails, eighty to ninety percent of the life will go extinct."

Ash stood lifelessly. He was trying to assess the gravity of the situation here. He as the Chosen One held the future of millions of lives. He wins, they all would be saved. He loses, all would wither. "So, there is a high chance I'll die in the fight and the world will be destroyed?" Ash muttered through his gritted teeth. There is a high possibility that he and Arceus would be the only ones on the right side. All Wandering Spirits' masters may choose the evil faction. No, he could not think like that. "I won't let that happen," he balled his fist. Mew said there were times that Arceus and the Chosen One stopped the destruction. It could be done again. History could be repeated. The Wandering Spirit bearers could be convinced to choose the right side. "I'll find those five bearers, join hands with them, and defeat that Juggernaut once and for all." He stood and announced, "Mew, where can I find my Juggernaut Spirit?"

"There is a catch for that. While the Wandering Spirits of Karma mobilize when united with their respective masters, the Juggernaut requires a special Keystone for the same, the Keystone of Infinity. Without that, even if the spirit embodies you, its power will remain dormant."

"Where can I find this Keystone of Infinity?"

"You don't have to, I did it for you. We'll go to collect it in a few weeks."

Those few weeks have passed and Mew returned to take Ash to the place where he can find the Keystone of Infinity. "Where are we going again?" Ash asked.

"Necropolis," Mew replied. According to Mew, the Keystone of Infinity could be retrieved only at a certain time and it was now.

"Why can't you or the old man come with me?" Ash asked as he scratched his chin in doubt. With Mew and Gold's help, he probably had a higher chance of finding the keystone, but Mew advised against it.

"The keystone will reveal itself only to you," Mew said. "By the way, leave Pikachu here, I want to play with him, besides non water types can't enter the place you are going."

"Huh?" What did a water type had to do with where he was going? Well, he would find out soon. "Is that okay with you, buddy?" he asked his faithful partner as he kneeled to his level.

"It is, but you please be careful Ash," Pikachu said. He rolled his eyes towards Mew and whispered in Ash's ear. "I don't trust her completely. She's known for putting others in trouble for her amusement."

"Ha-ha, don't worry, Pikachu. I'll be back before you even know." Ash walked up to Mew. "I'm ready, shall we go?"

Mew nodded and emitted a bright pink light and teleported Ash and herself.

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"How is this Necropolis, Mew?" Ash asked with a pinched-up expression. He was on a small islet of dead coral surrounded by vast waters in all directions. There were other islets of both corals and sand, but none had the extravagance of the name Necropolis. "There is nothing here."

"He-he, this is not Necropolis, dummy," Mew giggled. She floated towards the ocean and pointed at the translucent waters. "It's down there. You'll find the keystone if you head north in this direction."

"Underwater?" Ash exclaimed. No wonder Mew advised to leave Pikachu behind. "How do you think I'll breathe down there, Mew? I hope you're not playing one of your jokes here."

"Like this," Mew touched Ash's head and created a pink bubble around it. Ash was mysteriously able to breathe through it. "Now dive in quickly, I'll see you back at the island," she said and began floating away.

"Mew, wait!" Ash called. "How do I find the keystone and how do get back to the island?"

"Humph," Mew pouted and crossed her arms. "You'll find it or rather it will find you, and as for you returning to the island," she came close to Ash and pushed her face into him, "You're the mighty Chosen One, aren't you? Find your way back. You're not too far anyway." She teleported.

Guess it's just me alone then. Ash pulled out a Pokéball from his pocket and chucked it. "I choose you, Wartortle."

"Haiyan!" Wartortle materialized with a cocky grunt. "Wassup, boss? And what's with that fancy helmet? We're going to some cosplay party or something?"

"No, Wartortle," Ash said. He explained the reason behind their presence here and how he got that pink bubble helmet. "You think you can help me out?" There was there was no way of reaching the ocean's bottom on his own. "We'll find the keystone there."

"Aye, aye, Captain," Wartortle saluted. He faced the ocean and tapped his shell, "Grab on."

Ash latched on his water-type's rigid shell. Once he got a solid hold, Wartortle jumped into the ocean to begin their pursuit.

An hour has elapsed since Ash and his Turtle Pokémon searched for the keystone in the ocean depths. They checked a major portion of the area Mew cited and were moving to the next part which was distinctly different from the previous plain relief. As they swam through the uneven rocks and drifting currents, Ash's amber eyes fleeted from one lavish sight to another. A quick glance at the extensive stretch of vibrant corals sacrificing their seductive hues to the hungry breeding Pokémon, a biased symbiosis which wrecked the soul of the flashy reefs. A peek at the twisted architecture of the infinite guyots and canyons, providing the ocean with an eccentric spice of inconsistence. A glimpse towards the shoals of colorful water Pokémon which coursed along the might currents, a testimony to the abundance of life under water. All features congregated harmoniously into a kingdom of grandiose.

Heading unidirectionally, Ash and Wartortle dug their way through the dense sea weeds and passed through various sea arches and trenches. They stopped at curious juncture. A myriad of ruined fragments of stone were scattered ubiquitously. Lofty broken pillars and semi-demolished domes with slaughtered roofs fenced the entire area. The pillars had ancient writing and hieroglyphs on them while the domes had several intricate decorations over them. There were other dilapidated remnants which screamed their presence and infinite other buildings. By the elaborate and dexterous designs and patterns on the structures, it was evident that their constructions were ancient and had demanded a heavy investment of skill and time. This must be the Necropolis Mew had mentioned.

"Ash, over there," Wartortle pointed at huge pile of rock fragments. At first look, it didn't carry any difference from the other destroyed material, but as Ash inspected further, a faint subdued glow leaked from the spaces between the rocks.

That maybe it. The glow wasn't stationary, it pulsated and resonate with Ash's heartbeat. He nodded to his Turtle Pokémon and paddled his way towards it.

As Ash and Wartortle swam towards rock pile, all the water Pokémon present there swam away from them. There was some unnatural facet to their motion, like a supernatural presence commanded their evacuation.

Ash closed his distance towards the rock pile. The glow intensified. A soft light outlined the pile and the shattered rocks vibrated. They were minor and weren't on a scale of a catastrophe, but they soon transferred their tremors to the water currents, developing a small whirlpool around the glowing pile of rocks.

Wartortle rocketed to Ash and caught his feet. He tried to prevent him from going into what looked like a definite trap.

Ash flashed a quick smile of assurance to Wartortle. Some cryptic sensation within him pressed him to move forward and complete his mission. It was a warm and friendly feeling as if that light was calling out to him. Mew said that the keystone will find me. Maybe it did.

Ash motioned his water-type to watch his six while he went to retrieve the keystone.

Ash was a few feet away from his destination. Intense streaks of light shot through the rock pile. It looked like it had light sabers pierced into it. The water currents around Ash also got fiercer, gradually forming into a giant vortex pulling Ash and Wartortle into the centre.

Ash and his partner circumvented the brutal waters and stood on top of the rock fragments. Circling them was a giant whirlpool. The rocks below him were energetically vibrating and the bright light through them only intensified. Ash squinted and kneeled. He placed his palm on one of the rocks under him, which may have been a big mistake.

Blluurrrraaahh! The spin of the whirlpool intensified and flipped into a destructive maelstrom. It caught both Ash and Wartortle in its feral gyrations.

"Wartortle!" Ash quickly pulled out his Pokéball and tried to recall Wartortle. However due to both being in motion, he could only succeed in his fifth attempt.

No sooner did Wartortle enter his Pokéball than the maelstrom subsided. The gravity took over and hauled Ash down.

The diabolical currents lost their malice and the rocks under his feet hurled outwards. Ash shut his eyes with his hands as a bright blue blinding light spread around him. He slowly peeped through the narrow fractures between his fingers to find a small glowing orb levitate before him.

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Gold stared into the setting sun as he awaited Ash's return. Four hours have passed since Mew left him at Necropolis. He estimated that was good enough time for Ash to recover the keystone and return, but there was no sight of the Raven-haired trainer yet. To make matters worse, an hour ago, the island Pokémon went haywire. It was a clear indication of the disturbance caused to the nature's balance. He hoped that the imbalance was due to his student's union with the keystone and not something malign.

"Pika, pika pikachu?" Pikachu asked. He seemed discouraged and tensed. Even his ever-pointed ears were drooped to the sides.

"He'll be fine, little one," Gold said with a smile. "He is my apprentice after all," he smirked a little, but however brave of a façade he might put up, he had the same fears as Pikachu within him.

"Pi," Pikachu nodded with a weak smile.

A few minutes later, a distant silhouette flew towards the island in full throttle. Everyone instantly recognized it as Ash and his Charizard. Gold had a satisfied smile.

"Pikachu!" Pikachu jumped and cheered in jubilation.

As soon as Ash got down Charizard and stepped foot on the ground, Pikachu welcomed Ash with a leap to his face followed by his adored nuzzles. The tickles which accompanied the nuzzling cracked Ash into laughter.

"Ha-ha-ha, stop it, buddy, that tickles, ha-ha-ha," Ash laughed as he tried to get Pikachu off his face. He did it once Pikachu felt he was down with his welcome. He then called his Charizard back into his Pokéball and went to address his teacher and Mew, while Pikachu took his usual spot on his shoulder.

"Did you find it?" Gold asked.

"Of course, I did!" Ash brought out a small spherical stone towards Gold's eyes. "It wasn't easy but with Wartortle's help I managed to find it."

Gold took a closer peak at the said keystone. Unlike the usual keystones, this one had a faint saturation of blue in addition to its VIBGYOR hue. "This is marvelous," he went to touch the keystone, but a feeble shock met his fingers. "Ouch!" he jerked his hand back.

"He-he, the Keystone of Infinity only allows it's master to touch it, Gold," Mew said. "I thought you knew that."

"Apologies, Mew, I should have known better."

Ash took a closer look at his new-found keystone which was blossoming in soft blue light. "You'll only allow me to touch you, huh? That's awesome!" he grinned. He turned to Mew. "Can I also use this for Mega Evolution, Mew?"

"You can, it is a keystone in the end. But don't expect it to work any different from a normal one. The keystone of infinity is different only because it allows you to activate your Juggernaut Spirit of Karma, besides that, it is just an ordinary keystone. Nothing more." Mew explained. "You finding it also means you have to be ready to face whatever the future throws at you, Chosen One."

Ash flashed a confident grin to the DNA Pokémon. He clenched his fist containing the keystone. "For protecting this world, my friends and family, and the Pokémon I love, I am ready for anything."

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Author's Note:

Yeah, that Death Note technique of explaining about spirits will start from the chapter after Ash finds his Juggernaut Spirit.

Probable questions you may have:

Q1: Ash has aura, Pokémon trained by Gold and now, this new power (spirit) and you still claim that he is not OP? are you crazy, author?

A1: No, I am not crazy. Sure, Ash has aura and this new power but, in my story both those won't make any difference to his battle skills. They will be limited only to fighting evil, which is imperative for this story. Coming to Gold's training; he spent most of the time training Ash in combat.

Q2: How did the spirits originate? What devices are you talking about?

A2: If you want to know everything here itself, then what's the point of me writing this story? Wait and find out.

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