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Chapter Two

Ash raised his head slightly, watching the forest around him as he listened to the approaching footsteps. Whoever they belonged to sounded desperate– running as they crashed through the forest. And though blackness was outlining the edge of his vision, he could still make out the shape of a human bursting through the pine trees.

Ash stared at the thin boy– who was no older than him. He had a wild mess of brown hair, and was clutching a small gunny sack in his arms. He paused to catch his breath, not noticing yet Ash as he leaned up against a tree. At his heels was a young Meowth, who had been running on all fours. The cat Pokemon darted up next to him, her sharp eyes looking back at where they had come running from. Her ears then flickered up, and the Meowth wheeled around, fur raised, glaring at Ash with a low hiss.

The boy raised his head, eyes wide as he looked at Ash, sweat running down his face. The boy quickly glanced over him, relaxing as he took in Ash's weakened form. He looked up at the boy, silently asking for help. He could feel the burning poison working its way through his veins, but this boy seemed as if he could care less. He muttered something to the Meowth, who had her claws out and ready to attack. She glanced at him uncertainly, but didn't strike.

"This way!" A loud voice boomed in the distance. "Pick the pace up, men!"

The voice was a ways off, but came from the same direction the boy had just come running from. He stiffened as he heard the call, his whole body going rigid and face paling. He clutched the sack tight to his chest, which clattered as it shifted. The fur on the Meowth's back went straight up as she heard the voice, and they gave each other a look of worry. Both then took off running at full speed, jumping over Ash and charging off into the forest without a word. Ash listened to their fading footsteps, only for the sound of more footfalls approaching.

Three large, burly men charged into the glade. Like the boy, they came to a stop as they entered the small clearing, though they didn't look nearly as exhausted as the boy had. Still sweat clung to their long, unkept hair, dripping down into their wild beards. Their broad shoulders and chest were covered in a thick leather armor, and each man had a sword resting in a sheath. Ash stared at the three men for a moment, not quite sure what to make of them.

"Find him!" One man snapped– the same person who had called out moments ago. At his side was a pale gray Pokemon who was down on all fours. The canine grunted, a pair of long fangs protruding up from his lower jaw. The Pokemon placed its snout on the ground, sniffing around to catch a scent of some kind. Ash blinked as the dog suddenly jerked its head towards Ash, letting out a low growl. As they made eye contact Ash recognized the Pokemon– a Granbull– though it looked different from the ones he was used to. It walked on all fours like a Growlithe, its gray fur lacking the bright pink hue most Granbulls had.

"What's this?" The second man grunted, staring at Ash.

The other two men looked towards Ash as well, a deep scowl forming on their faces as they slowly approached him. The Granbull ran at him, causing Ash to flinch, but instead of striking it poked its wet nose over his body. The canine looked startled as it took in the foreign scents on him, backing away uncertainly, baring its long fangs.

The first man, the leader, approached him with narrowed eyes– but after a minute he shook his head. "Not the lad we are looking for," He muttered, lightly tapping Ash in the side with a leather boot. Ash looked up at the man as he leaned down. "Did you see a thief run by here, boy?"

They were speaking Galarian, but yet there was something different about the way they were talking. Ash didn't know if it was the fact that it was hard to think through the poison or if the strange accent was just harder to understand, but it took him a moment to process the man's words.

"Can you help me?" Ash asked, throat dry. The man narrowed his gaze, glaring over Ash.

"I asked you a question!" He snarled. "Did you see a thief runnin' through here?"

Ash shivered at the look the man was giving him, but held the man's stare. He pulled in close to Ash, baring his yellow teeth angrily. There was a blue crest on the front of his armor, covered with a golden symbol. If Ash recognized it his head was pounding too much for him to realize it. As the man glared down at him Ash knew that he wouldn't be getting any help from these men without having their question answered. But being unable to stand whatever help they could offer wasn't something he could pass up.

Ash raised an arm, pointing off in the direction the boy and the Meowth had ran.

"That way..." Ash said, coughing slightly, and all three men jerked their heads in that direction.

"Sir," One of the men said. "We'll never catch up to him at this pace."

The leader glared at the man who had spoken. "Do you wish to be the one to tell Captain Charles of our failure?" The man paled in response to this, making the leader snort. "I thought not, continue with the pursuit."

The last man was scanning Ash with an intent stare, frowning at his hat and clothes, lips twisting as he saw the tint of purple in his skin.

"This one doth not have much on him, doth he?" He muttered.

The leader rose to his feet. "Leave the Koratta to the Spearows, he is none of our concern."

"Sir," The man said, stepping forward. "May I make a suggestion?"

The leader scanned him. "Speak."

"As you have said, it is unlikely we will catch up with the thief," The man said, then he nodded at Ash. "Perhaps we should take this lad instead, present him as an accomplice to the thief, a way to please Charles while someone else pursues the thief. It will be better than returning empty handed, sir."

All three looked down at Ash, the leader watching him thoughtfully. Chills raced through him as took in these men's words. He shifted, back away from them, but his muscles flared up in pain.

The man sighed. "Permission granted– just make sure he is not one of importance."

"Sir!" The two other men cried, reaching down, roughly seizing Ash. He instantly struggled against them as he was harshly pulled to his feet. Ash's legs trembled under him, threatening to give way, but it didn't matter. Each man had a grip on Ash's shoulder that forced him to stay standing, dragging him forward as they strode back towards where they had come from. The leader came forward, grabbing Ash's arm.

"Fredrik," He said. "You will continue pursuing the thief."

"...Yes sir," The man said, reluctantly releasing Ash as the other took his place. Ash weakly twisted in their iron grip, trying to get free. The gray Granbull sniffed at Ash's ankles, growling quietly, before running to join Fredrik as he made his way through the forest, towards where the boy had ran off.

"L-let go–" Ash growled, but he was rewarded with a harsh shake. A wave of dizziness washed over him, the strain of the poison sending black spots dancing across his vision.

"Be quiet, lad," The leader said, and the men dragged him on. Ash hesitated, gritting his teeth before struggling to pull free once more– but he felt like a ragdoll to the men, his fight doing nothing as they dragged him through the forest.

Ash began coughing, lungs burning at the action. The men's presence wasn't helping– they reeked like Muks. Their putrid smell washed over Ash, unable to escape the horrid scent. They paid him no heed as he coughed and shook, trying to pull free from their grasp. Their rough fingers were locked around his upper arms, slowly cutting off his blood flow as they dragged him on. Despite this Ash still struggled in their grasp, even if most of his strength had left him.

Eventually he went still, panting slightly. The more he moved the further the poison seemed to spread. Ash's head fell forward– it hurt more to try to keep it up than it did to just let it lay there. Ash stared at the ground, gritting his teeth, mind racing as he tried to piece together what was happening. The effects of the poison was beginning to cloud his mind, making it harder to string together what was going on around him, but the last thing he wanted to do was let his focus down.

He had somehow fallen out of the Time Stream– pulled from it after Dialga's Roar of Time had sent him flying across Time. He had no idea where he had landed, but it was quite clear that he was far from his own time. Ash turned his head slightly, looking down at the sword hilt that rested at one of the man's side. This was no prop for a movie– this man probably truly knew how to use it as a weapon.

He shivered.

Sunlight poured out over them as they stepped out of the forest, the gleaming rays making Ash shut his eyes tightly. It took him a minute for them to adjust as he opened them again, sprawling fields meeting his vision. Ash raised his head a bit, trying to get a better view of where they were heading.

They were making their way down a fairly large hill, walking on a worn path as they did so. Ash's dragging feet bumped over every rock and ditch in the path. At the foot of the hill was a dirt road, which slowly wound its way towards a stone-paved road. The road led straight to what appeared to be a settlement of some kind– though it looked like no town Ash had ever been to before. A large open market sat in the center square of the town, and beyond that was a calm, large lake.

Ash stared out at the peaceful looking lake, surrounded by the same towering pines of the forest they had just been in moments ago. Ash's eyes settled on the large island in the center of the lake– where a tall stone castle was perched. Ash stared at the keep, blinking slowly as he looked over the bridge and walls of the castle, where people could be seen scuttling through its grounds. Large blue crystals covered the castle and the surrounding lands, reflecting the gleaming sun, sending rays of cerulean light back towards the sky.

But it was the structure that laid far beyond the castle that truly caught Ash's eye. It towered far off to the north, easily dwarfing the surrounding mountains and hills. It appeared to be an enormous tree, its branches climbing high through the sky. Ash stared, recognizing it right off– because he had been to that "tree" once before– so he knew for himself that it was no tree, rather a large rock formation that acted as home for some of the most rare and powerful Pokemon.

Ash stared out at the Tree of Beginning, and he immediately knew where he was. His eyes returned to the castle, looking at Cameran Palace as it gleamed in the morning sun. The ancient Kanto kingdom of Rota filled Ash's eyes, and a nervous feeling settled in his stomach as the men made their way towards Cameran Palace.

He knew that he was in the past. He now knew where he was– but the question of exactly when, still remained.

"Ge-ot-to!"

The mighty Pidgeot soared higher through the sky, his giant wings flapping as he rushed through the air, wind tearing at his feathers. His large form cast a shadow on the earth below as he flew, the sprawling pine forest giving way as he gained speed. A light glow of Agility surrounded him, allowing him to maintain his speed as he flew north.

Riding on the Pidgeot's back was a man. His icy blue eyes were focused straight ahead, his dark blue hair blowing back in the wind. His hands were intertwined into the Pidgeot's flowing crest, a long black cloak billowing behind him as they flew. Strapped across his back was a staff, a gleaming blue crystal topping it.

"Almost there..." The man muttered quietly, his voice lost to the wind. His Pidgeot went into a slight dive, dipping low as they rapidly approached their destination. The man took in a deep breath. He had a far off, weary look on his face as he watched Cameran Palace come into view on the horizon. The Pidgeot let out a happy coo as he saw what he considered to be home, flaring his wings open wide to catch an updraft.

Man and Pokemon rode on in silence, eyes narrowing as the morning light washed over their faces. The Pidgeot's feet curled, his large talons twitching as they at last reached Lake Ki, home to the island palace. Pidgeot eyed the surface of the water nervously, though there was no sign of anything living under the gentle waves. The man nudged the Pidgeot lightly in the side, and it took off speeding towards the castle.

The man's eyes flashed towards the keep, watching as several archers on the walls raised their bows, aiming straight at him as he soared near. The Pidgeot stiffened, but the man seemed unsurprised.

"At ease, Gale," He muttered, leaning slightly. Gale turned, swooping down towards the castle. The men slowly lowered their bows as they caught a glimpse of who was on the Pidgeot, some of them even muttering disappointedly. The man didn't acknowledge them, guiding Gale over the castle. Exhaustion lined both of their faces as they flew, gliding down over the north side of the castle, speeding over the rest of the lake.

On the far side of the lake rested several buildings, but the Pidgeot's eyes were only locked on the stable that rested closest to the lake. He seemed to find the energy to speed up, excitedly knowing that he could have rest at long last. The man sat up as Gale dove, preparing to land. He pulled up, wings folding at his sides as his feet touched the soft earth. The eagle Pokemon held his head high as his rider dismounted him, letting out a long sigh.

"You did well," He muttered softly, running a pair of gloved hands across the Pidgeot's feathers. He headed towards the doors of the stable, waving off the two men that hurried forward to greet him. They respectfully backed away, scoffing as soon as he had passed them.

"La gente orgullosa del norte," One of them muttered under his breath as the man pulled the stable doors open. The Pidgeot glared down at the tattooed man, ruffling his feathers. The man paled slightly, backing away further as Gale followed his rider into the stable.

Master. A voice echoed through the man's head, making him pause. You have returned.

A smile spread across the man's face, his weariness vanishing for a moment as he raised his head towards the back of the stable. Resting outside a large stall was a tall blue creature. The Pokemon bowed as the man approached him, a paw resting above the spike on his chest.

"Lucario," The man said, hurrying forward to meet him. The Lucario remained bowing until the man laid a hand on his shoulder, gently guiding him into a standing position. He was smiling down at the Pokemon. "It is wonderful to see you again, it has been far too long."

The Lucario's face remained stoic. It has been only a fortnight, Master Aaron. Your serving of the kingdom is of the most noble duty, so time means nothing in that regard.

The man, Aaron, smiled at the Lucario, as if used to this attitude. "Please do not tell me you have been lingering in the stables."

I have been training, as you wished me to do. The Lucario replied. But I knew you were due to return soon, so I took it upon myself to prepare Gale's roost for when you returned from your journey.

"Pidg!" The Pidgeot cried, looking at the large stall the Lucario had been waiting outside of. While most of the stalls were clearly designed for a Ponyta or Rhyhorn, this one was much wider, and had a large, thick branch stretching across it. Sir Aaron opened the gate, allowing the exhausted flying type to slip in and hop up onto the branch, which was barely big enough to support his towering form. He flared open one wing, slowly beginning to preen his feathers from the dust and dirt that clung to him. Straw lined the bottom of the stall, a large trough of water sat near the door. Rather than a wall at the back of the stall, there was a large window, currently blocked off by a wooden cover.

Aaron sighed. "Lucario, you do not have to do such things, the castle has people here for such tasks," He shut the gate to Gale's stall, looking up at the eagle. "I'll have someone bring you something to eat, make sure you rest for the night, and someone will let you out in the morning."

"Geot-to," The Pidgeot cooed, running his beak through his crest.

Master, why bother with a stall if he prefers to fly free? Lucario asked as Sir Aaron leaned up against the wall of the stable. Sir Aaron smiled slightly, and began heading towards the exit of the stable. He glanced at the stall next to Gale's, where a Ponyta with a roan coat had been resting. The Pokemon recoiled as Aaron walked by, and his gaze slid away from her.

"Tis easier for others to attend to him when he is here," Sir Aaron replied simply. "Besides, it is nice for him to have a roof over his head if a storm ever comes in."

Lucario nodded once, looking up at his master as they exited the stable. Sir Aaron turned to address the men waiting outside, quietly giving swift instructions to bring the Pidgeot something to eat. Both men went into a bow as he spoke, waiting until Aaron had turned before they rose. Aaron paid them little heed as he headed towards the lake, the stable soon in the distance.

Lucario hesitated, then finally spoke what was clearly on his mind. Master... How did your journey go?

Sir Aaron's still face was all Lucario needed to see to get his answer, but he respectfully waited for his master to speak. Sir Aaron sighed, walking down towards the bank of the lake. Lucario eyed the water's edge nervously.

"The closest thing I found were a couple of dormants," Sir Aaron said after a moment. He pulled his hat off from his head, running a hand through his navy blue hair. "Nothing remotely close to a true aura user. There is simply no one left in Rota worthy to apprentice– I would even take a Valor at this point."

Lucario nodded as Sir Aaron quickly set his hat back on his head. Aura is truly a dying ability. Are you sure that no other kingdoms could be contacted?

"Tensions are too tight, Her Majesty doth not wish to risk what remains– and I do not trust the Nishians" Sir Aaron replied, looking across the lake. He took a few steps towards the water's edge, and Lucario tensed. Sir Aaron smiled without turning around. "It is too shallow here for anything to come ashore, do not worry yourself, Lucario."

...Yes Master. He replied, but his ruby eyes still watched the lake uncertainly. His gaze flickered up to Sir Aaron. Master? Sir Aaron nodded to show he was listening, and Lucario continued. Perhaps it is time we attempted to contact an aura clan. I am aware they are not keen on outsiders, but I believe that they will be our only chance of finding a young aura user.

Sir Aaron said nothing, though he had noticeably gone still. Lucario watched him hesitantly. He didn't reply for a moment, simply stooping down and picking up a rock from the bank. Sir Aaron turned the flat stone over several times in his hand, then pulled his hand back, flicking it out onto the water. The stone skipped off the surface several times, traveling across the lake. Upon the fourth time hitting the water's surface it stopped– but not by its own force. A tentacle had slithered up and out of the still water, seizing the rock mid-skip. Lucairo shuddered as he watched the stone and tentacle get dragged below the surface.

"I do not see why that is necessary," Aaron said, his voice taking on a colder tone. Lucario lowered his head submissively. "There are still parts of the kingdom I have not searched yet– I will rest today and meet with Her Majesty, then head off towards the eastern edges of Rota to continue my search." He looked back at Lucario. "I will take Penny this time– Gale needs his rest."

Lucario bowed. I will help you prepare, Master.

Sir Aaron nodded, eyes scanning the shore for another flat stone. He reached down, scooping up one, pulling his arm back to skip it across the lake. He closed his eyes, the smooth crystals on his gloves glowing slightly. Sir Aaron suddenly paused, lowering his hand with a frown. His eyes opened, and his gaze went towards the castle resting on the island.

"...Do you sense anything, Lucario?" Sir Aaron asked quietly after a moment. Lucario looked towards him, frowning slightly.

Auraticly? He asked. I sense you, Master.

Sir Aaron said nothing, eyes still focused on the castle. His eyes glowed a light blue for a second, before fading away. There was a slight confusion and uncertainty in his gaze, and he hesitated for a moment.

"Lucario, please make sure that Gale is being attended to properly, Shimians are not always reliable," Sir Aaron said, sitting up slightly. "I will meet you back out here in a while– there is something I need to see."

Lucario watched as Sir Aaron set off towards the bridge that led to the castle. The canine blinked uncertainly at the sudden departure, reaching out with his telepathy as his master left.

Yes Master. He muttered, turning and heading back towards the stables.

Ash let out a painful groan as the two guards shoved him to the cold floor, wincing as he slid across the rough stones, scraping at his weakened limbs. His ears were ringing, black spots dancing across his vision. His whole body felt like it was engulfed in a wave of fire, his skin sweaty and feverish. He didn't even try to move for a moment, gasping for air like a Magikarp dragged ashore. Then with a grunt he pushed himself to his knees, glowering back at the guards, breathing heavy.

"Captain," The man said, bowing.

"Did you bring me my thief?" A deep voice replied, his tone harsh and cold. Ash barely noticed the two guards going still at the voice. He twisted his head away from them, trying to get some sense of where he was at. He had been dragged to the castle, which they had entered not long ago, though it had been relieving to finally be out of the blinding sun. However it had been hard to focus as they dragged Ash through the indistinguishable hallways, which just lured an exhausted Ash into a trance.

Now he was forcing himself to be alert, trying to think through the dullness entering his mind. How long had it been since he had first been poisoned? An hour? More? Was time something he could even try to apply to his state when he was clearly in an era that wasn't even his own?

"No Captain, sir," The guard replied, his tone firm, but traced with nervousness. "We–"

"I expected more of you." The voice was deadly soft, causing the guard to fall silent.

Ash then finally turned his attention towards the speaker, a slight wave of dizziness washing over him as he twisted his head. As it faded Ash made out the figure of a large, muscular man– one much bigger than the guards that had brought him here. His head was covered with a mane of greasy auburn hair. He had his wavy hair tied back with a strip of leather, leaving most of his scarred face clear for all to see. His mouth was hidden in a tangled dark beard, and his bright green eyes gleamed unhappily.

"Fredrik is still in pursuit, Charles sir," The guard explained hastily, finding his voice once more. The captain, Charles, glared at him, but he continued speaking. "The thief was attempting to use our numbers against us, Captain, so we split parties. However we have not returned empty handed," He jerked his head towards Ash. "Our thief was not working alone– we have brought you his accomplice– whom we have managed to capture."

Charles stood up from his throne of a chair, glaring down at him. Ash stared back, several coughs escaping him, and Charles' gaze narrowed. He slowly made his way towards Ash, examining him as the guards backed away. Ash's eyes flickered away, and he found that there were many more guards in this room, at least a dozen, all lining the edges of the room, keeping a respectful distance from Charles. Ash had to guess they were in some kind of armory– there were weapons hanging along the walls, while others were left forgotten on the floor. All the guards were watching Ash, some with interest, while others could clearly care less.

Suddenly Charles gave Ash a kick on his shoulder, the force of the blow knocking him onto his side. Ash let out a cry of pain, grabbing the injured limb as he rolled. The captain stood above Ash, glaring over him. After a moment Charles turned back to the two guards that had brought him, snorting.

"He's poisoned," Charles grunted. "I do not recall any of you using a venomous Pokemon."

The two guards said nothing, standing composed and silent, though a sliver of nervousness crossed over their faces. They waited for the captain of the guard to start speaking again, their heads lowered respectfully. Ash was panting, breaths short despite not having exerted himself, but still he pushed himself to his knees.

"All I asked of you is to bring back my stolen silver," Charles said slowly, glaring at the two guards. "But all you manage to drag back is a half dead peasant," He snorted. "I should have let Pyro handle this from the beginning... You two better pray to Saisho that Fredrik brings back both the thief and the silver, or else you will all be bearing the punishment."

"Yes sir," They replied in unison. Charles turned towards where he had been sitting earlier, a smile creeping up onto his face.

"Pyro," Charles cooed gently. "Why don't you go find yourself a little snack?"

Something in the corner of the barracks stirred, and several of the guards stumbled back, not even trying to maintain their stoic expressions as 'Pyro' began to awaken. A large creature was uncoiling itself from the corner, a low, but almost familiar growl rattling from its throat. Ash turned his head as he watched the large, red beast unfurl its wings. Ash stared, his mind taking a moment to recognize just what it was.

Like with the Granbull, this Pokemon looked different from the ones he knew. It was the largest of its kind that he had ever seen, easily twice the size of the one Ash himself had trained. Thick, rippling muscles tensed as it stood, dwarfing that of every man in the room. The beast was covered in an armor of thick, bright red scales– which gleamed in the firelight of its tail. A crown of three black horns adorned his head, alongside black spikes running down his neck. Its underbelly was a series of interlocking black scales, gleaming like obsidian. The dragon-like creature slunk forward on four legs, hooked talons digging into the cracks of the stone floor as it advanced, the sound of chains rattling.

The mighty Charizard drew up in front of Charles, each movement slow, eyes never leaving the human. His long neck craned up far above the human, his black eyes glowing like coals. A low and muffled snarl escaped his mouth, long canine teeth gleaming from its sharp snout as he pulled in close, snorting. A thick chain was hooked to a metal band wrapped snugly around his neck, which clattered with each move the Pokemon made, tethering him to the wall. A metallic band muzzled his snout, clamping his mouth shut. The red fire on his tail crackled, silence filling the chamber.

Though his restraints suggested otherwise, the creature seemed seemed calm as he stood in front of the captain, watching him expectantly. Ash watched the Charizard with a look of awe and pity– as awesome as the Pokemon looked, the fact that it was chained it such a matter only made his stomach twist.

"Go catch me my thief, Pyro," Charles whispered quietly, carefully loosening the chain from off of the Pokemon. The fire type tensed, watching the human with wide eyes as he moved. The chain clattered to the ground, and the muzzle was slowly removed. The moment the Pokemon was free it reared up onto its hind legs– wings flaring open, a sudden fiery pride entering its eyes as it let out a roar.

The underside of his leathery wings were a deep black, mirroring his spikes. With the chain now gone the only thing that remained was the metallic band around his neck, and countless scars lining his body. Pyro leapt up, his wings stirring up the still air as he darted towards a large window far above them. Ash craned his head towards the tall ceiling as he watched Pyro fly off, letting out another roar as he flew out of the window, swooping out of sight.

Charles then turned back to face Ash, his green eyes flashing as he looked down at the poisoned boy.

"So tell me, little thief." His leather boots echoed against the stone floor as he came near. "Where did your friend run off too?"

At first Ash didn't say anything– because he had thought that the captain hadn't believed the guards' story. Ash stared at him, not sure of how he should respond. He fought against a cough building up in his throat, glancing around at the guards around him, but he had a feeling keeping them from an answer wouldn't be a good choice.

"I'm not a th-thief." Ash managed to cough out after a moment.

Thwack!

A burst of pain flared across Ash's stomach as Charles landed a sharp kick. The force of the blow sent Ash's body skittering back, a grunt of pain escaping from him. He gritted his teeth, trying not to cry out as he cradled where he had been kicked.

"Wrong answer," Charles replied, approaching Ash again. His voice was deep, cold, and uncaring. "Where is he?"

Ash struggled to find his voice, throat raw as he forced the words out. "I don't know."

Thwack!

Charles' boot caught Ash in the chest this time, knocking the breath out of him. Ash let out a rasping noise as he was sent back again, body struggling to draw in air. His chest throbbed, flaring up as he tried to draw in a breath. He couldn't help but flinch as Charles came near once more, boots echoing through the barracks. The guards said nothing, watching in silence as their captain leaned down towards Ash.

"I can do this all day," He muttered quietly. "I would advise you to start talking, lad."

"I- I-" Ash's chest ached as he coughed, and Charles stood back up. "Your guards– I wasn't– they lied–"

Thwack! Thwack!

The kicks landed swift and hard, and Ash gasped, writhing in an attempt to avoid the harsh blows. His world spun around him, a flaring agony spreading across his body. He raised his arms as a kick came near his head, his limbs taking the punishment instead. Tears of pain stung down his face, a cry building up in his throat. Ash had been in pain before, but never inflicted in such a manner.

After a moment the beating stopped, and Ash was left lying on the ground, coughing and gasping. He could feel the bruises forming on his poisoned skin, a throbbing ache covering him. Ash opened his eyes, looking up towards Charles. The man's eyes were gleaming humorously, little anger in his gaze. Through the poison it took Ash a moment to piece his thoughts together, but he couldn't hide the feeling that Charles knew that he had nothing to do with the theft.

"Ready to speak now?" Charles asked lightly, no concern in his tone. Ash's heart hammered– this man was enjoying this.

Thwack!

"Agh!" Ash clutched his side, rolling over in pain. He couldn't help but flinch as he heard Charles walking towards him, and the captain laughed lightly. Adrenaline was racing through Ash, just as strong as the pain running across his body. But with the poison sapping his energy it did nothing. He could barely move, he had no Pokemon with him, nothing to pull him from this. There wasn't even anything at stake– just this man's entertainment.

As Charles came closer Ash fell into a coughing fit as he tried to move away, collapsing. Ash closed his eyes, curling up as he braced himself for more kicks. He could feel the tears of pain sliding down his face, mixing with the sweat that coated his skin. The next few strikes were delivered to his exposed legs, which were curled up protectively against his stomach, and the man paused once more.

"Attacking someone while they are down?" A voice asked, breaking the fragile silence, and Charles stiffened. "It is nice to see the honor our Queen's captain carries."

Swift mutterings broke through out the room, dying down as Charles turned towards the entrance of the barracks, emerald eyes lit with anger. Ash laid there, shivering for a moment before he found the strength to raise his head to see who had torn Charles' attention away from him.

Blackness had taken over much of Ash's vision, but what he could see through his narrowed sight was in focus. Leaning against the thick wooden door frame was a man, much leaner than the guards that stood before him. He wore a dark blue vest, a black cloak folded under one arm. He had a small smile on his face as everyone watched him, and he casually entered the barracks. Charles was glaring at the man, fists clenched and body stiff.

"What are you doing here?" Charles spat at the man. He paused, regarding the captain of the guard with a pair of icy blue eyes.

"I have returned from my journey," He replied evenly, as if speaking with an old friend– though the look of disgust in his eyes made it quite clear that wasn't the case. Charles and the man stared at each other for a moment longer, eyes shining with rage. The only difference was how they held themselves– Charles was stiff, hand drifting to the sword hilt on his belt. Meanwhile the man was calm and relaxed, walking right past Charles with little concern.

The man ran his hand along the rim of his hat, adjusting it, but keeping it on. He swung the cloak over his shoulder, paying little heed to everyone watching him. Ash blinked as he noticed a familiar staff that was strapped across his back. The man paused, head glancing back towards Ash for a moment. Ash's heart started racing– he knew this man.

"I then assume that your 'journey' was successful," Charles said in a low tone. "If you are back this soon."

The man paused again, a tight smile appearing on his face. He turned to face Charles, eyes glowing with a soft blue light, which made Charles twitch.

"No. I, unlike you, do not have the pleasure of being able to snatch up any dishonest man to place into my ranks," The man replied coolly. "My field requires some skill, which you see is much harder to come by."

Charles' eyes flashed with rage, his men letting out cries a protest, several even reaching to draw weapons. Charles held up his hand, and all of the guards fell silent. Charles' scarred face was tensed, and as he spoke it was quite clear that he was keeping himself from lashing out.

"You will find," Charles said softly, his anger barely at bay. "That some rankings within this court are unnecessary, doing little for the true safety of the kingdom. Once Her Majesty marries, you may find some changes throughout this castle."

The man kept his gaze even. "You will find that blood will only take you so far, Charles," He replied, tone just as quiet. "If you wish to remain in favor with Her Majesty, I believe you should make some changes among your own habits." He nodded towards Ash. "One of your men's cadets?"

Ash was still lying on the ground, but staring at the man. He no longer had the energy to push himself up to his knees, blinking several times. He knew this man– he had never met him before– but he knew him. This man appeared in the lore of Kanto and of aura. Ash had seen him in paintings and within the visions of time flowers. Ash had even interacted with the Pokemon this man had trained.

This was Sir Aaron, the legendary Aura Guardian of Rota.

"This boy is a thief," Charles growled. "And is none of your concern."

Sir Aaron blinked, and at first he didn't say anything, just stared at Charles for a moment, then composed himself.

"A thief?" Ash felt a strange feeling in his chest as Sir Aaron turned towards him, those blue eyes looking into his. Sir Aaron held his gaze for a moment, before breaking away and turning back towards Charles, a slight smirk crossing his face. "A mere child was able to get the best of you?"

"You–!"

Sir Aaron made his way over to Ash, who couldn't help but flinch at the sound of the footsteps drawing near him. The Aura Guardian looked down at Ash, a blue boot heading towards his face. He half expected another kick, so his eyes flickered open as no blow was delivered, rather Sir Aaron was using the tip of his boot to tilt Ash's head up to get a better look at his face. There was concern in the man's eyes– and with all the cold gazes around them it was more than a welcomed sight.

"Poisoned as well... You always said that there is no honor in fighting in much a manner," Sir Aaron's eyes narrowed. "Then again, I have known you to use underhanded tactics before..."

He shook his head.

"This matter is none of your concern," Charles snapped, his patience reaching its peak. "You have no reason to linger here– away with you!"

Sir Aaron laughed lightly. "Perhaps I do not, but where is your honor in poisoning a child just to bring them in? So perhaps you found them this way? Did your thief managed to steal from you while poisoned, or did your men bring you someone in their place?" Sir Aaron locked his eyes on Ash. "Tell me, lad," He asked. "Are you a thief?"

"No," Ash coughed.

Sir Aaron turned back towards Charles. "Well? Do you have any proof that he is the one that stole from you? Did you find your belongings on him?"

Charles said nothing.

"I would not want to be in your position at the moment," Sir Aaron said softly. "Accusing a child with no evidence? I do not think Her Majesty would approve. Of course your men would never breathe a word against you..." Sir Aaron smiled. "Though I would find it quite hard to pass up such an opportunity. I was planning on speaking with Her Royal Majesty before I departed once more tomorrow, and you just might find that something may slip in that time."

Charles' eyes flashed with anger. It took him a moment to compose himself, letting out a snort and turning away.

"If you wish to waste your time with every Koratta that comes to harm, then you be the one to take him from my sight!" Charles growled.

Sir Aaron seemed to relax in the slightest, smiling.

"Why, of course," Sir Aaron adjusted his hat. "I presume that you have the true thief to look for now. I shall then take my leave." Sir Aaron looked down at Ash once more. "Stand up."

"I- I can't," He whispered. Just trying to lift his head made the room spin, standing was something he simply did not have the strength for.

"If you wish to leave here then you will stand," Sir Aaron replied, voice firm.

Ash's limbs screamed at him as he shifted them, both his bruises and the poison working against him. He braced himself, attempting to get to his feet. Ash let out a gasp as he pushed himself to his knees, a wave of pain crashing down on him, his vision draped in darkness. He fell back to the ground, black spots dancing across his limited sight.

"Stand," Sir Aaron repeated.

Ash laid still for another moment, slowly realizing that he would have no other option. He had come this far– he could push himself just a bit farther. He bit down hard on his lip, pushing himself to his knees once more. He felt the blood rushing to his head, blacking out his sight all at once, but he didn't let himself collapse. His limbs shook as he tried to balance himself on his knees. He was only focused on standing, barely aware of anyone else as he pushed against one knee, attempting to rise further.

This time the pain in his arms and legs were joined with a searing headache, pulsing at the base of his skull. He gritted his teeth, but forced himself up onto his feet. He staggered, his whole body about to collapse under his own weight as he stumbled forward, arms held out in an attempt to catch himself.

Sir Aaron caught Ash by his upper arm, holding him up. Ash gasped for breath, grabbing and clinging to Sir Aaron's arm as if it were a lifeline. Blackness covered his entire vision, spots of light flaring across it as his sight slowly began to return– even narrower than it had been before. After he managed to get some sense of balance Sir Aaron released him, though it took Ash a moment longer to let go of his arm. He stumbled as he was left on his own, legs shaking, about to give out.

Sir Aaron turned, heading towards the door. "Come."

He said nothing else, not even looking back as he headed out of the barracks. Ash weakly glanced around at the guards, then met the gaze of a glowering Charles. The captain had one hand resting on his sword, looking like he wanted to do nothing more than to draw it.

Ash turned as quickly as his weakened form would allow him, limping after Sir Aaron.

Translations:
Disclaimer: While there is some Japanese and Spanish in this story, I don't know these languages. If I make any mistakes please tell me and I will correct them.

Koratta – Japanese for "Rattata", used by Rotans as an insult, especially towards those of a lesser class.

La gente orgullosa del norte – Spanish for "Prideful people of the north" or "prideful northerns", the term 'northerns' referring to anyone from the continent of Kodai (which includes Kanto, Johto, Sinnoh).

Saisho – Japanese for "the first" or "the beginning", and used by Rotans as a title/name for Mew.