Hi Everyone! It's your main man LegionZ back with another update to The Chosen One's Wrath. If ya'll enjoy the story, please make sure you guys hit that favorite and follow button to show your support! So, let's talk about last chapter: everyone now knows what happened to Ash when he was betrayed. If you haven't read last chapter, head on back and read it, it's a big one!

You also met Ash's elites for Alola: Axel Fractera, Xavier Blackmon, July Ruftulis, and Zandra Polisik. Each of them, although you wouldn't really know from last chapter, have very different personalities that will be developed later into the story. It took me awhile to come up with all of those OC's, so I do hope you guys like them. Got any suggestions for them? Let me know by reviewing or PMing me!

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LegionZ Presents… The Chosen One's Wrath… Chapter 3

Last Chapter…

"You know, I ran into about eight people today who practically begged me to give you their thanks. Why do you always have to be so damn modest?" A voice from behind him said. Ash turned on his heel to see a young man with silky brown hair. It draped gently in front of his left eye, preventing people from seeing both of his green orbs. He stood about six feet tall and had a cheeky grin on his face. He was on the skinnier side, but by no means was considered a "twig." His light brown skin appeared to be radiating off the sun.

He was wearing his signature outfit: a black suit with a white dress shirt underneath it. Though he wore no tie, he did sport a pair of signature black dress shoes to match his black belt and dark grey pants. Ash knew that most people of the opposite gender particularly liked this man due to his "Playboy" type of vibe about him. Seriousness was not in his veins… with one exception: Battling. Ash knew how cunning this man could be as a battler; if you let your guard down around him during a Pokémon battle, he was sure to make you regret it. His trusted Pokémon partner walked alongside him, a tan and brown lion with a large flame about its head.

This man is named Xavier Blackmon… the first member of Elite Four in Alola; the Ground and Fire Type specialist.

"Already telling him about your victory? You couldn't wait just one minute?"

Ash turned and saw another young man with dark blonde hair walking towards them. The sides of his head were close to shaved, and the top was parted to the right. He stood about three inches shorter than Xavier, but was far more muscular that him. His dark brown eyes appeared to be endless if your looked at them. Regardless of how annoyed the words may have sounded; he still wore a small grin on his face.

He was wearing an odd outfit to say the least. It was simply white pants, along with red shoes and a drawstring bag that was held up by two, long pieces of red fabric, that crossed diagonally across the man's muscular chest, creating a large "X" right on the center of the man's body. His Pokémon partner was glowering at Xavier's partner, seemingly annoyed for some reason. The yellow and blue Pokémon that oddly resembled a Lucario stood firmly at its trainers side, prepared for anything upon a moment's request.

This man is named Axel Fractera… the second of four members of the Alolan Elites: the Electric Type specialist.

The remark had come from a beautiful young girl who was standing with a frying pan over the closest stovetop. The girl stood at approximately 5'5" with a rather sultry smile on her face. Her perfectly defined cheekbones along with her heavenly curves made her attractive eye-candy for any male who happened to walk by her.

She had gorgeous green hair that she currently had wrapped back in a medium sized ponytail, and matched it with alluring green eyes. Her outfit was simple: a dark pink blouse that barely covered her lower garments and squeezed her chest to amplify the size of her assets. She wore pure white boots and a white flower in her hair. By her side, the Eeveeolution of affection stood proudly at her trainers side.

This girl's name is July Ruftulis… the third member of the Alolan Elite Four: The Fairy type specialist.

The last unknown figure of the group spoke. "I recommended it; figured it would be kinda cool for you to have one last meal before the big day Ash."

The girl who spoke seemed to be an ominous figure on the outside, but, on the inside, she was a good friend, and an even better fighter. She stood just above 5'8" tall, and had barely no fat on any part of her body, other than the spots that asked for it. She had curly pink hair that draped over her right eye, and let her other bright blue orb remain shining. Though her chest was smaller than July's, her backside was something to behold.

She was sporting a pair of tight, sports jeans that caught the eyes of many helpless males. On top, she wore a light, black sweater with the sleeves cut off. She had a face that would make many men swoon over her, before realized that she, in fact, was quite a badass. Her partner Pokémon, however, was nowhere in sight.

This girl's name is Zandra Polisik… the final member of the Elite Four in Alola: The Water and Ice Specialist.

Present Day…

Ash Ketchum let out a sigh... a very long and loud sigh. When he had become a champion, he hadn't really been thinking as much as he should've about the responsibilities that were in the "fine print", so to speak. For example, he would've loved to have known about the random meetings that Mr. Goodshow could call at any time and every champion was required to go. Yeah… those were the worst by a longshot.

That's why he currently found himself sitting at a large circular table that had only had 7 total seats: One for the coveted Mr. Goodshow, and one for each champion. Ash took a tally once to make sure he wasn't forgetting anyone: Lance, Steven, Cynthia, Alder, Diantha, and of course, himself. He had arrived a fair amount of time early, even though it wasn't needed, as nobody but himself had even arrived thus far.

He was in the beautiful region of Sinnoh at Lake Valor; the place where the meeting had been called. Usually, it was possible to be held anywhere, but this time it was Sinnoh, which was a fair distance from Alola. He was a little bit worried, but refused to show it on his face. Sporting his red vest, he had to show his dominance to the other champions, to see that the Alolan Champion was no pushover. After all…

"Hey, who are you?" A voice said. Ash lost his train of thought at the statement. He turned and saw a man with bright orange hair and a Hawaiian-looking shirt on to match it. Ash saw that the rest of the champions filled in behind him with similar looks of confusion. Of course, this was all but one red-haired champion who gave him a knowing grin as he closed the door behind himself. Ash chuckled softly and thought. 'After All… this is the first one I've actually ever been to.'

It was true. Ash had purposefully avoided going to all of these meeting because of the inevitable questions that would soon follow. Lance had ended up bailing him out and many occasions, and for that much, Ash would be forever grateful.

"Hey! I asked you a question!" the man said again, once more startling Ash out of his thoughts. Alder, the champion of Unova, was standing in front of him with a curious glance. Ash opened his mouth to speak but then he was interrupted by Mr. Goodshow, who still looked exactly the same as he did over half a decade prior. "That's enough Alder! No reason to get into his face when we'd all like to know the same piece of information you are attempting to extract from him!"

By now, everyone had taken their seats. Mr. Goodshow cleared his throat and spoke while looking at Ash. "Now, pardon me if I seemed confused, but who exactly are you? I don't recall ever seeing you before…"

Everyone was silent as they watched Ash for a response. After a moment, he spoke. "I would like to thank all of you for your hospitality today. Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner; my name is Ghost." At that sentence, a chorus of gasps circuited around the table. Lance looked as though nothing had changed in the slightest, while Steven had a raised eyebrow. Cynthia's eyes were slightly widened in surprise, Alder looked taken aback, and Diantha had slightly narrowed her eyes while inspecting him.

Mr. Goodshow, however, was the only one who could speak. "So… you're the champion from Alola then eh? Lance here had saved your ass on multiple occasions, care to tell me why you've decided to skip out on over a dozen meetings? You know, the ones that are mandatory?" Ghost spoke quietly. "No, not particularly." Everyone sweatdropped at this. Mr. Goodshow sighed. "Very well, you've got our attention. Why exactly is it that you chose to come to this particular meeting?"

Ghost smirked a little. "Well, isn't it obvious? This is the meeting where we shall decide where the half decade tournament will be held, and I also had reasons to believe that this committee would decide to send the tournament to Alola either way, whether I was present for this meeting or not." The champion's didn't say a word, impressed by Ghost's information. Mr. Goodshow, however, did have something to say.

"You are correct, Mr. Ghost. The tournament—"

"Please. Ghost is just fine; Mr. Ghost makes me sound old." Ghost said jokingly. That got a chuckle out of Lance and Steven, with curious looks from the females and Alder. Mr. Goodshow couldn't suppress a smile. "Ghost it is. Your assumptions are correct Ghost, the tournament is being held in Alola in the newly built stadium and city." Ghost, however, didn't seem to find it all that good. "You make it sound like you've already decided."

Goodshow nodded. "It's because we have."

Ash's eyes widened a little at that. He stared around the table and saw nobody was batting an eyelash. So they had already decided it without him. Lance spoke with a very small hint of sarcasm. "That's what you should expect from someone who's managed to skip out on every meeting… although I'm not so sure why it one would consider it a bad thing." Mr. Goodshow turned to Lance. "What's that supposed to mean?" Lance chuckled a little.

"Ah nothing… nothing at all. Mr. Goodshow, I'll fill in Ghost in private if that's quite alright."

To both Ash's and Lance's surprise, Mr. Goodshow wasn't as lenient as they thought he'd be. "I don't think so Lance. I know you've vouched for this kid multiple times and I respect that decision. Clearly, he's someone of great power. Even out here, people heard about the chance to become a Champion in a relatively newer region. That attracted plenty of attention all over the world. The fact that you're supporting him means he deserves to be here; you wouldn't do anything of the sort otherwise."

Mr. Goodshow got up and walked right next to Ash so he could stare at him. Lance was watching this with relative curiosity, as were the rest of the champions. Mr. Goodshow stared at his attire: A red and white Pokémon hat, the zip-up red vest, the black arm brace, along with the gray pants and gray shoes. He noticed the necklace wrapped around his lower throat along with the Z ring to boot. His brown hair didn't really stand out at all, but what did were his green eyes. It was more than just a little bit odd; Mr. Goodshow couldn't remember the last time he had seen…

He shook off the thought. It was ridiculous as it … he got back to his original train of thought.

"I know very well why you came today Ghost, and I know additionally why you haven't come to any past meetings." The Ghost coolly replied. "That so? Enlighten me." On the inside, however, Ash silently prayed that this old geezer, who he secretly really was proud of for doing so good, wasn't actually telling the truth.

Goodshow spoke. "You obviously chose not to come to any meetings…"

Ash silentlyheld his breath. "…because your blasted city wasn't completed." The silent breath of air that Ash had been holding in wheezed out softly.

Mr. Goodshow went on a rant. "When your designer Sophocles sent me the final pictures of the city not too long ago, I couldn't believe just how magnificent it was! It was royal! Astounding! Completely and utterly Magnificent! He swore to me that it would be ready in time for the tournament, and I was legitimately about to place the tournament in Unova…" Ash's eyes bulged slightly at this. Goodshow quickly spoke. "B-but don't worry! I knew your designer would succeed, and just in the nick of time; A mere month before the tournament starts!"

Of course, Mr. Goodshow didn't know the real reason Ash was so shocked. If he had just waited another month to complete ALT City, then Aether Paradise wouldn't have to undergo additional security measures to keep on onlookers from the tournament that was bound to attract a landslide of people. He also wished he had knew that Sophocles had promised Mr. Goodshow that ALT would be done by the tournament, but, he knew better than to dwell on the past. It was better to focus on the future.

Now, of course, Aether Paradise only had a month to jack up security measures before the tournament began. However, Ash was cut off from his thoughts when he realized he had been slightly daydreaming. He saw everyone's eyes lingering over him, and he realized that they were all waiting for a response. Mr. Goodshow had a grin on his face and Ash spoke quietly.

"You're correct, Mr. Goodshow." Mr. Goodshow laughed. "I knew it!"

"However, you're not entirely correct, I'm afraid. You see, I was indeed overlooking the construction of the Pokémon League, the construction of ALT City, and the Alola Battle tournament that comes around every so often. It kept me busy, but what kept me most busy were the citizens of ALT City themselves." Everyone was now giving their full attention to Ash, who spoke truthfully.

"The island ALT City is on is man-made… only 3 years old to be exact. I ordered it to be built so that we could have Alola's largest city connected with the Pokémon League as well as Aether Paradise; a place that contains elite allies of mine that deal with extraterrestrial beings called Ultra Beasts. I figured being in such close quarters with the organization would prove fruitful. I was correct." Cynthia appeared surprised. "Why have we not heard of these Ultra Beasts?"

Ghost spoke. "Because we in Alola have made sure that the threat of Ultra Beasts can be nullified and contained in Alola and Alola alone. If it got out to the public that these things can appear anywhere if not contained, chaos would ensue. As long as Aether Paradise is functional, no Ultra Beast can appear outside of Alola. We made sure of this. However, the threat of Ultra Beasts is just one thing I was additionally occupied with."

Everyone continued to listen to the young champion. "There is an organization named Team Skull that roams Alola… your class 'C' douchebags. They're less organized than Rocket, less cunning than Galactic, less ambitious than Plasma, and not hellbent on powerful Pokémon like Flare. They're simply pests who try to assert dominance when the only thing they actually assert is how stupid they are."

That got a roar of laughter from Alder and Lance, both of them cracking up at Ghost's analysis. Cynthia rolled her eyes, while Diantha covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. Steven just chuckled and shook his head. Goodshow remained silent.

"Essentially, they decided it'd be smart to try and steal your basic stuff from the local street vendors in ALT, so it's my job as Alola's leader to protect my people with every fiber of my being, and for that much, I swear I will do till my dying breath." That got a lot of attention from the champions and Mr. Goodshow; his swap from joking to seriousness was a little staggering.

Mr. Goodshow quietly said. "Spoken like a true champion. For the duty you have done for your fair country, I thank you. That said, it is your job and duty to protect your citizen, yet you never even came to a single meeting." Ash remained silent at this and Mr. Goodshow spoke with a sigh. "Very well. I suppose it's in the past now, especially since you can make it up to me by making sure everyone enjoys the tournament and ALT City. After all, you need to impress quite a few people with this city… including myself."

The rest of the meeting passed without too much delay or detour. After a couple more hours, everything was dismissed. But Ash wasn't done just yet. He had to talk to someone. As everyone was filing out, Ash muttered past the man's ear, "Meet me outside in five minutes. You know the place."

Five minutes later, Lance showed up at what Ash called "the view" of Lake Valor. It was a forest clearing that had a gorgeous sight of the lake. Lance saw him standing there and spoke. "You really oughta visit more… especially since I keep covering your sorry ass."

Ash chuckled without looking backwards to see his friend. "Oh come on. It wasn't twelve times." Lance laughed and spoke. "You're right actually." He clapped a hand on Ash's shoulder. "It was fourteen." Lance said with a huge smirk on his face. Ash grumbled and spoke. "It would've been and should've been fifteen; care to tell me why you didn't say anything?"

Lance played dumb. "About…"

"About how you lot already decided that Alola would host the tournament? Care to explain why I wasn't informed?" Ash said with a stern expression. Lance leaned in close to him and whispered. "Well where's the fun in that?"

Ash pushed him away and said. "Cut it out. This is a serious thing I'm talking about Lance, anyone else I could give a free pass to because they wouldn't know any different. You're a different story Lance."

Lance laughed. "And I'm serious when I say I wanted to visit you and play a little joke on you. Plus, now at least the champions are at least familiar with you and don't have to give you an earful in your own region." Ash opened his mouth to argue, then he realized Lance actually had a point. It was better to argue without any prying eyes that may take an interest in his personal affairs.

Ash sighed. "That's perhaps the only thing you're right about; I still would've preferred a heads up."

Lance nodded. "Noted. Now, what's fresh?"

Ash shrugged. "The elites are preparing for battle. Job-wise, same old same old. Everyone is just sticking with their guns I guess. The same applies to me." What Ash meant by jobs were simple: a good portion of the time, while ALT City was being prepared, the rest of his elites were out and defending the other islands and their gyms. Team Skull was commonly spotted on all four islands, but, when word spread around that the Alolan Elites were commonly on the islands, they panicked.

They were seen much less as a result. Ash himself had many duties as Champion. For one, he oversaw the entire construction of ALT City. He had been telling the complete truth in that retrospect. He also protected the people and gave them a leader to look up to that was kind and caring, but also fierce and someone that was not to be messed with. He needed to have that kind of vibe. Overall, their jobs took up a great portion of the day, and aside from weekends, they didn't see each other as a whole group all that much.

Lance spoke, "I suspect Zandra is doing well?" Ash raised his eyebrow at the question and turned to meet Lance's eyes. What he got was a bit startling to say the least. Lance was staring away from his with a rather large and obvious blush all over his face. Ash's eyes narrowed and he spoke dangerously. "And why would you like to know that little piece of information Mr. Champion?"

Lance stuttered. "I-I-I mean… I-I w-w-was just a l-little c-curious… a-after all…" Ash cut him off. "You… did "you-know-what… with her. Then you left. Do you realize that?" Ash growled in his throat. Lance was silent. Ash slowly walked to a tree and with a mighty roar punched it with all of his might. In a rush, Lance saw Ash's faithful partner Pikachu run to his side. "Pika Pika! Pika Pi?" It cried out at its trainer.

Ash nodded slowly. "Yes… I'm fine buddy. Thanks for worrying about me." With that, Pikachu ran up Ash's arm and sat down on his shoulder while looking at Lance. Ash spoke quietly to Lance. "Lance, you are one of my best friends. Nothing will change that. But…" He shook his head slowly. "But what you did to Zandra was demoralizing for her. She believes you didn't even have any feelings for her. We tease her about it because it distracts her from the fact that you took her and left."

Lance blinked. "Why do you tease her if it brings up bad memories?"

Ash smirked a little. "Ah… perhaps it's a question for her to answer. Now… I will tell you this right now Lance. You saved my life. For that, I am eternally grateful. But… you broke her heart. I owe you my life, but you're giving me a reason to take yours. So… I'll make it simple." He got up to eye level with Lance and the two exchanged close eye contact for about ten seconds, neither one wavering or backing down. Ash spoke quietly. "She still has feelings for you, Lance…"

Lance's eyes widened in shock. "A-are you… Are you serious?" Ash nodded and spoke softly. "You know I don't lie Lance. It's not in my M.O. So… for that, I will tell you this as well. It is inevitable that you'll see her at this upcoming tournament since she is guaranteed to be a participant… and for all we know, you may battle her along the way. You broke her heart once."

He spoke firmly. "I will not stand for a second Lance. Regardless of you saving me, I refuse to allow you to hurt my friends consistently." He then whipped around and said with a sigh. "No matter the reason. Remember that Lance, do not make another mistake with her, you make her vulnerable."

He called out his flying type Pokémon and hopped on. He looked down at Lance and grinned. "Oh… by the way… good to see you again! See you in a few weeks bud!" Ash then zoomed off towards the Pokémon League in a gust of wind, water from the lake swirling around him rapidly. Lance just chuckled and shook his head at the young man before walking back to socialize with the champions.

Three Weeks Later…

The word had spread like a wildfire; The Tournament that came along every half decade was upon the Pokémon world. Mr. Goodshow announced that every elite from every region, along with the gym leaders that came along with them would also be accepted in the tournament. The rewards were really quite simple: A Master Ball, A Bit of Money, and the title that every trainer sought to have: Not a Pokémon Master… but a Pokémon Legend.

A Pokémon Legend was a trainer that went down in history as one of the best; someone who had untouchable bonds with their Pokémon along with the training and strength to conquer all in their path. They were trainers that defended their planet with their dying breath… sometimes… literally. It was the title that nearly every trainer wanted, it was just a matter of just how much someone was willing to sacrifice to claim it.

When the number was announced on just how many trainers were being accepted, it stunned people. How many people were participating in such an event? Over 500. 512, to be exact. However, when you thought about additional numbers, it wasn't as many as some people thought it to be.

After one round of battling, over 250 people were eliminated just like that. And, there were a grand total of 56 Gym Leaders, 24 Elites, and 6 Champions that were joining into the tournament, and obviously, most of them being the heavily favored ones. That right there made up 91 contestants instantly. It meant only 400 people could make it in that weren't that highly leveled up the chain of power.

There were different ways to get in: If you won a league in the past 5 years, it gave you a great chance at an invitation. If you got a sponsor, you were nearly guaranteed an invitation. There were other ways as well, but winning a league was the best way to do things in the eyes of many trainers. The invitations themselves were said to be mailed just more than a week before the tournament began. It was that time, and everyone was finding out if they had made it in.

Of course, May Maple was not aware just a tournament was even taking place. She didn't know that it even existed. And she was perfectly fine with it. It only reminded her of a certain raven haired boy. Unfortunately, her brother was still a Pokémon trainer. This meant that no matter how hard she tried to avoid it, she couldn't. Her parents, who were unaware of Max's actions, were forcing her to attend the tournament.

This was because Max had been invited to the tournament due to his accomplishments. Their parents had been so proud, but, they didn't know the truth about Ash Ketchum and what had really happened. Max had told her everything that she needed to know. It was eavesdropping, and she wasn't proud of it, but it made her hate her brother with a passion. Before, he had simply been annoying, but when she heard about sending Ash to hell, her heart snapped.

Her train of thoughts was cut off when Max had come bounding into their main living room in Petalburg City holding a slip of paper while screaming, "Oh My God! Oh My God I got in I got in!", everyone in the room was at attention. Norman held up his hands and said. "Whoa Max! What is it?"

He gleefully said. "I got accepted into the Tournament that's being held in the Alola Region! It's super restricted; only the best get approval to participate!"

Caroline spoke in a thoughtful tone. "The Alola Region? I've never heard of it." May silently agreed with her; what was the Alola Region anyway? It most certainly wasn't local, no chance of it being nearby, otherwise, she would've known about it. While the females of the Maple family didn't know about Alola, Norman did.

"I've heard of Alola before." Everyone gave him their attention as he spoke. "Alola is a very far away region that used to be a very rural region, split into four sections. Additionally, there are Pokémon there that can't be found anywhere else, well, so the rumors go around in this area. It's purely speculation."

Max's eyes lit up with greed; he could show off his unseen Pokémon and get tons of girls and fame! After winning the tournament, he'd go down in history! But, his daydreaming session was cut short when his father spoke again. "I've also heard more about the type of region it's become. It was once a completely rural region that some people would go to simply for sightseeing and vacation."

He was silent for a second before speaking. "That all changed when Mr. Charles Goodshow, leader and chairman of the Pokémon League Committee, decided that is was time to give Alola a Pokémon League. Once the league was established, he decided to have a tournament there to see who the best person was to become the Alolan Champion. He didn't think a ton of people would go… boy… was he wrong. Many people went, some elites even tried their luck to go and attempt to become the new champion. As it turned out, the winner of the tournament could never have been predicted."

Max was anxious, May was silent, and Caroline appeared to be lost in thought. Max spoke eagerly. "W-well? Who is the champion?"

Norman spoke again. "That's just it; nobody knows who the champion really is. The person who won was a young boy not too much older than you Max. He was 16 when he won, so he's supposed to be 19 or so now. But, nobody knows his name. He's simply known by one name." Norman paused before saying quietly.

"The Ghost."

Max's eyes widened a little in fear, while May was listening with very peaked curiosity. "Nobody knows where Ghost came from, what his past is, nothing. It's like he appeared out of thin air. But… when he was crowned champion of Alola, people expected him to laze around and do nothing. He did the exact opposite: he swore to the people of Alola that nobody would overlook them anymore, nor would they stand to being pushovers anymore. And thus… that's precisely what he did."

Norman continued. "The Ghost developed eight gyms with fabulous reputations. He made new cities with a snap of his fingers that attracted more attention. He built a castle for the Pokémon league and all its elites, and he even built one of the most high-tech cities in the world that is finally starting to generate enough tourism to fund a whole region as a whole; it's called ALT City."

"His most noble deed, however, was none of those. It was the choosing of all of his elites that is most notable. When he was anointed Champion, everyone believed he would choose his elites purely on power and call it a day. However, he did nothing of the sort. He interviewed some people who hadn't even made top 16, and gave them the roles of his elites. Of course, when this happened, he received much backlash for many months for the decision. However, when the time came to try and battle his elites, the challengers were blown away. He had chosen his elites not on the floor they demonstrated in the Champion Challenge, but by the ceiling they could hit. It shocked the entire region, and nobody really knows why he chose the elites he did, but nobody is regretting it in Alola now."

"Since the Ghost has become champion in Alola, the entire region is prospering. They now look up to him like the father they never had, and rightfully so. Because of him, Alola is no longer a name that people don't know. Alola is now a name people associate with Power, Beauty, and elegance. He has led the region to glory, and this tournament will likely solidify that." May suddenly had a revelation: for some odd reason that she couldn't place her finger on, she knew she had to meet the Ghost.

In her mind, there was only one thing that made sense: 'If anyone can help me prove Ash was betrayed… the Ghost is the one to go to. With his modesty and nobility, maybe… just maybe… he can help me prove Ash wasn't just killed by that Volcano… he was killed by his so called friends.' Her mind wandered. Seeing that look on his face, that face that looked like the end of the world was upon him, it crushed her. She wished she had just not kissed Drew… and then maybe none of this would even be happening! She yearned for him to still be with her, but alas, it was not to be.

All she could do now was simply take revenge on those who damned him.

Caroline spoke to her husband with general curiosity. "Just how exactly do you know all of this?" Norman grinned. "I have a friend who's told me all about it! In fact, he's coming here to visit and to take us to Alola tomorrow!"

Just then, the doorbell rang. Norman spoke. "I'll get it." He then vanished from view a few seconds later as he walked to get the door. A minute or so later he came back and laughed loudly. Beside him was a young man with dark brown skin and a very odd hairdo that looked like a volcano, red and spiked high into the air. He wore brown sandals and a simple pair of brown shorts, leaving his muscular chest and legs exposed. "And speak of the devil, here he is now! Everyone, I'd like for you to meet—"

The man interrupted and said with a smile. "Kiawe! That's me! I know your dad from all of the Gym Leader meetings we have to go to!" May's eyes were awed. "So you're a gym leader too?"

Kiawe nodded and proudly said. "You got it! I'm the Eahrith Town Gym Leader, and the Fire Type specialist of Poni Island!"

AN: Ohhhhhhh Boy! The first member of Ash's Alola Group is known! The Question is, does Kiawe know about Ash's haunted past with the Maple Family? Is he aware that May broke his heart, and that Max allowed Ash to die? Guess you'll have to keep reading to find out and see what happens!

In case it wasn't clear, Eahrith (Pronounced: R-Rith) Town is purely a name I made up to have a Gym Leader. Some other cities have made up names as well that may or may not be revealed in the story. If they aren't revealed, don't sweat it. It's not that important as a whole.

This one is just gonna break 6,000 words! I'm thankful I've been able to keep up posting a generally solid rate, but I've only just gotten back from my vacation, and now I begin working like crazy, so I'll have to see about what I'll do for typing. I'm typing this the day I'm going to post (Sunday) so I can't always guarantee it will be ready a week later (I try to post once a week.) Sorry if I can't guys!

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