Chapter One
A Dinner Time Story

South of the Tree of Beginning was Pewter City. A small Kanto town where three young Trainers, each with their own great ambition, planned to stay for the while. Ash Ketchum, a young Trainer of about thirteen, journeyed far and wide in search of new adventures and Pokémon to reach his ultimate goal of becoming a Pokémon Master. By his side was none other than his best friend, Pikachu.

Ash, albeit sometimes clumsy and impulsive, is a youth blessed with the virtue of compassion. He cares for all living creatures—as he cares for the gift of life. This is what most of the friends he has made throughout his journey admire about him the most.

Along with him were his loyal and trustworthy friends, Misty Waterflower and Brock Harrison. Misty was the Cerulean City gym leader who has a soft side for water-type Pokémon. Brock was the Pewter City gym leader who specialized in rock-type Pokémon. When not battling, he's either trying out a new recipe or is on the lookout for some lovely ladies.

The trio came by to take a break and visit Brock's old home. Just as Misty and Ash settled in, Brock was just about finished with his new recipe.

"Hey, Ash! Misty! Come down when you guys are done. Dinner's almost ready!"

Misty came rushing down the stairs. "All right! I'm starving!"

"Come on, Pikachu! Let's chow down!" Ash called to Pikachu who hopped on his shoulder.

"Pika! Pikachu!"

Before the two Trainers made it down to the dining room, Brock had just finished setting the table, placing the last meal in the centre. He considered making things a bit more special since he has not been home in a while; all the more, he had especially missed his kitchen. On the table were some salted roasted potatoes bathed in garlic and olive oil, and thyme. He also served his famous 'no-chew' stew but with a pinch of chilli pepper to add some spice. Besides that, there was also some homemade tomato and herb linguine made from the fresh tomatoes Misty and Togepi just picked that morning. All in all, everything was presented artistically, and the food smelled divine.

"Wow, Brock! You've got real talent!" exclaimed Misty.

"Togi!" Togepi seemed to cheerfully agree.

"Oh gosh, just smelling the food's making me feel like I'm eating the actual thing!" Ash exulted as he stood from his seat, ready to grab a large portion for his share. Just as he was about to get some grub, Misty held on to his arm.

"Hey! Where are your manners?"

"Huh? Whaddya mean?" Ash argued, jerking Misty's grip off his arm.

"You should thank Brock first for giving us such a wonderful meal and for sharing us his home. Plus, I'd bet you didn't even bother to wash your filthy hands!"

"I bet you Brock already knows how thankful I am! Right, Pikachu?" bickered Ash as he looked towards his Pokémon for back-up.

"Pika!"

"Hey, settle now, you two. I'm just glad you guys are here! Don't worry Misty, I'll know how grateful Ash is after I see his full belly," laughed Brock.

"Vul!" Vulpix cried out, placing a paw over her bowl. Seems like she and the rest of the Pokémon have yet to be fed.

"Don't worry, Vulpix! I'll never forget you guys!" Brock said as he served around gourmet Pokémon food.

"All right, guys! Dig in!" Ash called out as he released his other Pokémon from their Pokéballs.

"You guys too!"

"There's enough for everyone!"

The Trainers' Pokémon all chowed down their share gleefully. It was a rare occasion that Brock served gourmet Pokémon food. It was truly, indeed a special treat.

Watching the eating Trainers and Pokémon from outside of Brock's home, was the curious Mew. Tossing her head to the side in an inquisitive fashion, she wondered why everyone seemed to dine so happily. Perhaps, it is not only the food but the company each friend shared with one another. Enjoying an activity such as feasting together with friends kind of made the little Pokémon feel envious.

Despite having shared her home with tons of other wild Pokémon and befriending them all, she was not able to ask for their company. Most of the Pokémon wanted to be with their own kin, their own families. Unfortunately for Mew, she was alone—the last of her kind. Well, that was what she had considered.

Admittedly, Mew grew tired of her boring and dull life alone in the Tree of Beginning; hence she usually ventures out to see the world. She has been to a lot of places and has even met other Legendary and Mythical Pokémon. However, sometimes meeting them made her feel a bit guilty for leaving the home she was meant to guard; reminding her of that her purpose is to the Tree of Beginning. On this particular night, however, she decided that another adventure may perhaps be calling out to her.

Mew hovered closer by the window of Brock's house. Contrast to the dark of night, her glowing pale fur was not a very inconspicuous sight. A Pikachu had almost immediately spotted her.

"Pika! Pika-pika!" Pikachu called out suddenly to Ash, gesturing to the window where a strange Pokémon watched by.

"Hey, look outside!" said Ash.

"Is that a Pokémon?"

"I know, let's invite it in for dinner!" Brock dashed towards the kitchen to prepare more gourmet Pokémon food. "Invite it in Ash."

Ash nodded just before standing from his seat and walking over to the window where Mew floated by. He then pulled up the window frame and called out to invite Mew to come over and have dinner with them.

"Hey there! Why don't you come in and grab some dinner with us? Our friend made some extra special Pokémon food!"

Mew cheered at Ash's kind invite. Levitating towards the open window and seeing better with the light, she studied the Trainer thoughtfully. Do I know this young Trainer? I think I may have met him before, she wondered to herself. Slowly, she floated into the house and beamed as all the other Pokémon gave her a warm welcome.

"Thank you, everyone. Thank you, kind Trainer," she spoke through telepathy. "I am Mew."

Hearing Mew's telepathic voice for the first time astounded everyone, including the Pokémon.

"Hey, it—it just spoke!" Misty stammered.

"It's using telepathy," Brock explained.

"Indeed," Mew said with a small nod. "I am grateful for having you welcome me in your home to have some dinner. The bond you share with your Pokémon is admirable," she thanked the trio with a smile. "I wish I had someone to join me for a meal back at home as well."

"Don't you have any friends back at home, Mew?" Ash asked, his tone carrying a slight concern.

"I do. Yet they, of course, would choose to accompany their own kin. It of unfortunate circumstances that I am alone—the only Mew in existence. Well, that was what I have convinced myself until..." Mew said softly looking down. "...the moment I met him, I could have believed that I am alone no longer. However, he had to depart so he could live in peace."

Mew's story not only captured the trio's interest and attention, yet the other Pokémon listened intently as well. They all huddled closer to listen better, some even bringing their meals with them.

"I had not expected the good-bye to be so... to be so sad."

"Mew, please, if you don't mind telling us… who are you talking about?" Misty politely asked. She knew that such a question would have to make Mew recall perhaps a painful or sad memory.

"The one they call... Mewtwo."

"OH!" the three exclaimed in unison.

Yes. The Legendary Pokémon they have met in Mount Quena. Fortunately, he has retained them their memory of him and all the events that occurred with the notorious Team Rocket leader, Giovanni. What bewildered them the most was how Mew knew Mewtwo, and moreover, that she harboured certain feelings for him.

"Wait, so you're the—! You're the Mythical Pokémon Mewtwo was cloned from!" realized Ash.

"A Mythical Pokémon?" Brock remarked with a thumb on his chin.

Mew merely nodded. Silence permeated into the corners of the room as the Trainers and Pokémon shared in a mixture of surprised and confused reactions.

"This may be a stupid question, but how do you know Mewtwo?" Ash asked, scratching the back of his neck.

The other Pokémon leaned in even closer as Mew floated down to sit on top of the table. "I had engaged with him in a battle not very long ago." She then looked up to stare at the Trainers' faces, gazing deep into their eyes as if searching for any sign of awakening or recollection. "I remember now, you three were all there too."

"What? But how?" asked Brock. He could not recall a time he had seen Mew and Mewtwo in the same place battling one another. Ash and Misty seemed to be on the same boat.

"Oh yes, he made you forget that particular memory…" Mew explained.

"He did wha—?" a confused Ash asked. "So, you're telling me that you battled Mewtwo and we were there, but we couldn't remember because he wiped out our memory?"

"Pika?" Pikachu added to the conversation, mimicking Brock as he scratched his head in confusion.

Mew simply nodded. "Yes, but it appears fate has allowed your paths to cross again. This time, you remember everything. That is good."

"Aww man, that would have been cool to remember—a battle between two incredibly powerful Pokémon!" complained Ash.

"Pikachu..." his partner sighed.

"Ash!" nagged Misty as she nudged him by the elbow. "That was very inappropriate!"

"Ow! All right fine, I'm sorry."

"I do apologize for the segue, but your food must be getting cold. I do not wish to deprive you of your enjoyment with such fine culinary and filled stomachs!" she giggled.

"Oh, right! I almost forgot!" Brock rushed over to the kitchen and came out holding his delicacy in a silver bowl, and brought it in front of the tiny Pokémon. "Please, Mew, enjoy yourself as well."

Mew beamed. "Thank you, kind Trainer."

"It's no problem. By the way, I'm Brock," greeted Brock as he held out his hand to initiate an introduction.

"And my name's Ash—and this is my best friend, Pikachu!"

"And I'm Misty. This is Togepi," smiled Misty, placing a gentle hand over the cheerful Spike Ball Pokémon.

"A pleasure to properly meet all of your acquaintances."

"Hmm… seems like those twerps have invited a rare Pokémon for dinner!" came a sly female voice, spying atop a thick tree branch through her digital binoculars. "And not just any rare Pokémon! A mythical one!"

"Looks like we'll hit the jackpot if we snatch that thing right up and quick!" added a talking Meowth, who was also spying through his own set of binoculars.

"Yes, imagine the grin on the boss' face once he sees we have captured us a Mew!"

"Alright, it's now or never! If we can't capture that other bigger legendary, this smaller one should be a piece of Poké-cake!" exclaimed the third companion as he took out what seemed like some state-of-the-art vacuum cleaning machine.

"Righty-o! Let's go!" the Meowth chimed in.

Just as the three were to jump down, the woman's Pokéball shook and out came a Wobbuffet.

"Wobbuffet!"

"Wobbuffet! What are you doing?! You're too heavy—you're gonna make us faaaaAAAHHH!"

As foreseen, the tree branch could not carry the weight of the four and broke off, causing the three a most painful, and yet, most comical landing.

"Wobbu! Wobbuffet!" The tall, cyan Pokémon seemingly grinned as his fall was luckily cushioned by the pile of two Trainers and the Meowth made.

Author's Message: Foremost, I would like to thank those who have followed and favourited the story on its release. This is my first Pokémon story, and I wish to make it the best (like no one ever was). Please do leave a word or two if you wish! :-)