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"Talk"

'Think'

"Telepathy"

Pokemon attack

AN: Thanks for all the reviews and everything. It's nice to hear how other people are stacking up their teams! I also know a lot of people are begging for more Zoroark/ Harry interaction and I would love to just shower you with it, but some of these filler chapters need to be done, especially this one as it's so important. A special thank you to L van Am, for being my beta for this chapter! Much appreciated!

Chapter 9

He could remember, at one point, being all alone. It wasn't too bad and after a few years he had gotten used to it. The loneliness was eventually kept at bay by others; Pokémon and people who appeared for a short while, but always left. A year, maybe two or three, they would keep him company. Sometimes neither of them would talk for the entire duration or, at times, talking far too much as they filled in the sleepless silences with word upon word of the world outside. It was how he kept the passage of time. If the person didn't speak another word beyond a hesitant hello, they always spoke of the date.

After a few hundred years, someone arrived to keep him company eternal. He had been shocked, but ecstatic. He had assumed upon his leaving that his friend would be angry with him, hate him even. He had expected it. After years and years passed and he hadn't shown up, even in passing, he just figured that if he had arrived, he had been ignored and his friend had left quickly to avoid him. He was happy that wasn't the case. It was like that, for awhile; just them and the occasional passerby who, inevitably, left them behind.

Then something happened. There was a great rumbling upheaval and then an odd sort of heavy silence. After that, the place was filled with people and Pokémon alike. All of them confused, scared, some of them just calm and accepting of the situation. A few people moved to greet the pair that had been there so long and it was through them that he learned what had happened.

The world had ended.

Just like that, gone in a flash and everyone died. He wondered if that meant that he'd be less lonely, with just him and his friend for company and felt guilty for that horrible thought. Then he thought that maybe he and the other would leave too, finally, and not be tied to the place they rested at. The thought made him happy. He'd be pleased to finally move on, see what was beyond this mist draped veil. Years and years passed in the happy, complacent company of the others until, one day, they started leaving. First one by one, then in droves until, like before, it was just him and the other.

"Have we done something wrong?" he asked softly, hands clenched into a tight ball as he rested against a grassy knoll. "Even He and the small one have left. It's just us now, old friend. Like old times."

The being by his side heaved a heavy sigh and nodded, remaining silent for a moment. "Perhaps," the other stated, "we are needed here. Our passing wasn't like the others. We went in different ways."

"Should that truly matter?" The man asked, turning to his companion, a frustrated look on his normally calm face. "Everyone goes in different ways."

The other shrugged, flopping back against the grass to rest, though he didn't need it. There was no need to sleep here, though it was possible. A being never grew tired or hungry here.

The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy as years started to pass again. People popped up on occasion, like before, but always looked at them in confusion. It made his heart ache to know that the world outside had changed so much that they were unrecognizable to the people who appeared. Still, they were amiable enough, talking briefly of the outside world, the date (which was meaningless to them with such a new system and names to mark the passing of the time), before moving on.

Years and years and years passed, the two falling into such a comfortable silence that speech was no longer needed between them. If a person showed up, the man had trouble even forming words with which to talk with them. Then one day, something happened. He felt…pain, right in his chest. A sharp, long pain that had him curled up on the ground as he cried out in agony, his companion doing the same until, with a sharp shudder, he breathed inward and the world around them dissolved like spun sugar in the rain.

Another deep breath, sharp and painful after so long having not needed to do it and a soft moan as pain wracked a body that had not felt it in eons. Blue eyes blinked, struggling to see as he glanced around. The cave was crystalline in nature, damp and somewhat dark. A small sphere in front of them pulsed gently, but did not give enough light to see by.

"Sir Aaron?" A voice spoke beside him, sounding pained. "Where?"

"I believe the proper phrase would be how, my old friend," Aaron replied, his voice hoarse and cracking from disuse. He winced, wishing for water and perhaps a good long rest, as he focused on simply breathing. Because, somehow, they weren't so dead anymore and the area around him was one he would know intimately, considering it was where he had died.

The Tree of Beginning.

Something niggled at the back of his senses and he shifted, wincing more as his body protested the movement.

"Sir Aaron, Lucario…I do believe we have a few things to explain to you two," Mewtwo said, staring at them passively as Mew hovered by its side.

The pair were lifted via telekinesis and carried out of the heart of the Tree of Beginning. During this, Sir Aaron allowed himself a good look of the area. It was dark, damp and desolate. Last time he had been there, alive and well, the whole area had been filled with bright crystalline structures. Pokémon had run about, free and beautiful and now, nothing.

Aaron turned, wincing faintly as his body yelled at him for it. Mew hovered, darting here and there and pressing small paws against what crystals still remained in the corridor. Each press allowed a small, dim glow to light the area. "I don't understand," Aaron finally said as he and Lucario were set down in another area of the Tree. "I know Mew. I gave my life to him to save my kingdom, but I don't understand…," He said, looking confused and a little scared.

"My name is Mewtwo. I was created later, long after you had died, from Mew's blood," The taller Pokémon stated as it swung its arms. What Aaron had taken to thinking were fallen rocks started glow, bright and lovely in the shadowed hovel they took rest in.

"Created?" Lucario spoke up, forcing himself into a sitting position, rather than the crumpled mess he'd been in before.

"By humans, yes. It's a long story and we don't have much time to fill you in on everything that has happened. I'm afraid we'll have to stick to the more important parts," Mewtwo intoned lightly as he gazed away for a moment.

"I get food! Must be hungry, sleeping long," Mew stated suddenly as it darted out of the cave, leaving a bright trail of pink as it left. The other Pokémon sighed heavily, a look of frustration on its face before it shook its head and turned to the two.

"I will explain as best as I can. The fact is, you both were never fully dead to begin with," Mewtwo said suddenly, quickly lifting a hand to stall the flood of questions that nearly passed Aaron's lips. "The Tree took your energy, but stored your body here in crystal, in a sort of stasis. What it takes, it always returns, perhaps not then and not for decades, if not longer, but it always gives back what it took," it explained.

"When you gave up your life, you did so with the full intentions to save your kingdom. The tree took your energy, Mew converted it to the power it needed and unleashed its wave of said energy, stopping the war that would've buried your Kingdom," Mewtwo began, pausing for a moment as it gathered its thoughts. "The amount of energy you gave would take hundreds of years to recover, so it put you in stasis, sealed your body in crystal and allowed your soul to find a measure of peace in the In-between."

"I still do not understand, Mewtwo," Lucario spoke up, brow crinkled in thought, "I can understand Sir Aaron's sealing but mine…"

"The tree felt guilty, although I use the term tree loosely. It's more crystal and rock than anything," Mewtwo said, shrugging. "It attacked you and your companions by accident, thinking that all of you were here to attack and destroy it like some others had tried years before. So it attacked first. Mew spoke to it, told it what happened and used his own energy to reverse the process that hurt your friends, wounding it. Mew would've withered away, or been put into a stasis of his own, had you not thrown your aura and energy into the Tree's heart. The tree sensed this good deed, and sealed you as well, putting your soul with you friend."

Silence stretched between the three of them for awhile as Mewtwo let the pair digest all the information he had spat at them, as well as get over the fact that they had bodies once more. Mew returned then as well, carrying a pile of fruits and vegetables in a pink bubble. "Food. Eat, then we talk more, explain things." The Pokémon stated firmly as it pushed the pile of food in front of the man and Pokémon.

Sir Aaron and Lucario blinked at the pile of food, before reaching out and starting to eat. Apples were devoured, core and all, followed by strange berries that looked a little like smaller versions of Oran and Bluk berries. After eating something that looked like an Iapapa Berry, but was with a strange, not exactly nice flavor, the pair ate everything with a bit more caution. Upon questioning, Mewtwo admitted that what Lucario had bitten into was something called Garlic, and wasn't supposed to be eaten on its own. Apparently, it was more of a seasoning, but Mew had a tendency to eat it 'as is' for some reason.

Food devoured, Lucario and Aaron leaned back against the rock wall, patting full stomach and sighing in mild contentment. "So, explaining things," Aaron stated simply as he gazed up at the two other Pokémon in his midst. "I don't…still, it's very confusing. I was…dead…for a long time, Lucario as well. From what people passing through told us, the world had ended," he added as he nudged his hat out of his face, before grumbling and pulling it off entirely.

"It is well preserved, is it not? Your clothes and everything…I'm afraid they won't fit in anymore. Styles have changed," Mewtwo murmured lightly as it ran rounded fingers against its head.

"World did end. Nothing there. Big BOOM and then silence and everything gone. We sleep for a long time, to recover. Energy shredded, not good, not happy, not comfortable," Mew said gently as it sighed, curling into itself. "Friends gone, world gone. Nothing better to do anyway. Go to sleep, wake up now and then, world different. Still no friends, no others, just us left,"

"Just you and Mewtwo?" Lucario asked, confused and alarmed.

"No, not just us. Just US. All of us who lived long lives. Who humans called Legendaries, gods," Mew replied lightly, sighing again.

"H-how many…of you are there?" Sir Aaron asked as he rested his head against the rock behind him. "When I was alive, I knew of Mew and…Ho-oh, but…how many?"

"Some of us are still sleeping, so you might as well write them off. They've never awoken and might stay asleep until the very, true, end," Mewtwo muttered, looking displeased at the thought of sleeping for so long and doing nothing, especially now that things were getting interesting, "By the end, there were quite a lot of us. I'd say….50 of us, maybe a little more. I never deigned to meet with every single one of us."

"Not like making friends. Stuck up," Mew joked, laughing brightly as Mew flicked a small blue sphere at it. The sphere bounced off and exploded somewhere to its left, leaving Aaron and Lucario blinking.

"Anyway, let's get down to explaining a few things, shall we?" Mewtwo said quickly and loudly, overriding whatever else Mew was going to say.

Between Mew's short, joyful quips and Mewtwo's calm and patient tone, Sir Aaron and Lucario got a quick, though thorough overview of the history of the planet. It was incredibly disheartening to learn that no Pokémon existed and the odds of them coming back over the ages were incredibly slim; however learning about the animals that lived now was interesting. Many of them shared traits of the Pokémon that had lived before the Cataclysm. It was then, after all the mundane information that Mewtwo started to speak about Wizards, witches and magical creatures that were more like Pokémon than the average animal.

Aaron and Lucario sat, enthralled as they were told about the hidden society of people whose abilities sounded amazing, not to mention the creatures. Dragons! He knew dragons, had rode on some back when he'd been alive and they'd exist, but dragons like the ones now were somehow terrifying and awe inspiring. He felt the flutter of adrenaline in his system and laughed when Mewtwo spoke more and more about the strangeness of the wizards.

And then they learned about a child. A child that gave the Pokémon some hope, something to do with themselves: a boy named Harry Potter who had crazy hair and the brightest green eyes that anyone had ever seen. Mewtwo even summoned up an image of the boy, using the mist and the crystals to color in the floating image. The eyes, of course, were incredibly catching.

"So this boy turns into a Pokémon, a Zorua, somehow woke all of you up and…his eyes…that scar," Aaron spoke, his fingers brushing against the floating image.

"They look like…" Lucario began, before being cut off by Mew.

"Divine eyes," Mew said simply as it spun around the image, manipulating it until it showed a close up of Harry's face. The red crest in the air was brilliant against the dark black of the rest, but the eyes…

"I see the boy, I'm glad we're awake-alive, but what will you have us do, Mew? Mewtwo? Why not let us pass on?" Lucario asked, though his attention seemed to be firmly fixed on the boy's image.

Lucario didn't get an answer right away. Rather, Mew fled down one of the many passageways and Mewtwo kept his thoughts firmly fixed, refusing to speak up until the Pokémon returned. When it did, Mew carried a very familiar item clutched between its paws. A staff, or rather, Sir Aaron's staff, from before he died. The wood of it had changed a little, time had bleached it white and vines had adhered to it so closely that, upon their petrifaction, they became a part of the wood itself, giving the entire thing an intricate twisting design. The metal was black, rather than the cool silver from before, but in the very much same design. The gem in the middle though, had changed. Multi-faceted, the gem now glowed with a kaleidoscope of colors that shifted much like a nebula.

"I didn't think…it would survive such a thing as the Cataclysm," Aaron said softly as the staff was placed gently in his hands. The wood was strong as ever and the calm hum of its power resonated gently with his own. It felt different though, in a manner he couldn't quite explain

"I got it! I got it and stashed it! When your story fled, when his story fled and no one remembered, I took it and put it safe. Slept with me," Mew stated as it placed a paw on the staff once more, looking pleased, before taking its spot beside Mewtwo once more.

Lucario, for the first time in awhile, spoke up, "Not that we're not thankful, but it seems like you're telling us all this for a reason. Waking us up from our…stasis, giving us a rundown of what's happened, feeding us…giving Sir Aaron back his staff, it's all because you want something from us, isn't it?"

Mew and Mewtwo shared a look, the normally buoyant pink Pokémon had become serious and Mewtwo's lips had thinned. "We believe something to be coming, a great change and that the boy will be a part of it. He will need more than just the motherly Zoroark to guide him properly and he'll need a friend, a confident, someone to help him find balance," Mewtwo said, gazing at the pair long and hard for a moment. "Mew and I could think of no one better to give him what he needs, beyond a mother."

Sir Aaron looked over at Lucario, whose expression was one of thoughtfulness, before turning and gazing at his staff. It had changed so much over the years and had so many memories tied into it, but it felt warm and eager in his hands. 'I may be old, but I have power and I am willing' was what it said to him. Gripping the staff, he nodded, "What is it that you want us to do? How will we find the boy?"

Mewtwo smiled in relief, which shocked Sir Aaron as he had assumed the stotic Pokémon wasn't one for showing emotions lightly, "He has time to wait. We must get your strength up and teach you more of the world, how to blend in."

Lucario grinned, baring teeth in a pleased snarl, "Then let's begin."

Yes, life hadn't been easy for either of them, and their deaths hadn't been so everlasting or restful, but if there was something that needed to be done, they were all for doing it. It was simply in their nature.

EverD: Hey guys, I've got a bit of a problem I'm trying to work though the new Legendaries we have. I know a lot of 'legendaries' or 'rare' Pokémon can be caught once you beat the elite 4 and champion, but this is just about Xerneas and Yvetal. Feasibly, I can work them into the story, especially Xerneas. However, I don't know if I could do it properly until the sequel/part 2 of the story. So, to help make up my mind, I would like to know what you all think. Yay or nay?