Hello, wassup everybody! The King of Swag is back with another chapter of your new beloved story! And just like I promised, I will be posting reviews with questions relative to the story!

ultima-owner: Will he meet the Charmander he saved?

Sorry, but as you can see, the Charmander he saved has been left behind in his 'past life'. Meaning he wouldn't be able to remember where he saw her even if he wanted to.

Also, a little tip:

"So, this is it then?" - Human Speech

'Wow, I expected something... more.' - Human Thought

"Ready for the worst mistake of your life?" - Pokémon (English Speech) Speech

'I'm itching for a fight you little shit!' - Pokémon Thought

Now READ!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Pokémon! But I will own my OC!

(PS - As you'll soon read, my OC has been turned into a Mega Charizard, as you probably already know. But he'll be a little different. Try to picture Mega Charizard X's body and colors mixed with Charizard Y's wings and tail!)

Chapter 1: Grip on Reality

He awoke with a startled choke of air, accidentally exhaling a small burst of blue fire into the air.

Eyes snapping open and rapidly blinking as he took in his surroundings, his claws extended and dug into the dirt beneath him.

He had immediately pushed himself to all fours, his spiked tail swishing slowly behind him while his teeth bared themselves to… nothing.

He continued to stare straight ahead, not any anything specific, but for anything that dared to move in his line of sight. The blue flames flickered from his muzzle as he breathed slowly, but once his mind caught up to his automatic self-defense, the energy that got him riled up had dispersed into another sigh of fire.

"Calm down," He muttered to himself, his voice as deep as a guttural growl of some sorts. "It was just a dream. The same, stupid dream…"

With a grunt of little effort, he pushed himself up to two feet and started to brush the clumps of dirt from his chest and stomach. Without any sign of danger, he had allowed his tail to relax against the ground and with the bright blue flame, helped himself to see all the spots he had to scratch off himself.

After scratching off the last remnants of dirt, he let out a strong yawn to relieve the last bits of sleep from his system. As he did so, he allowed his battered and ripped looking wings to stretch to their full length, just as he arched the stiff bones in his spine.

Clearing all the stiffness from his body, he blinked his unique vision to the entrance of his cave.

From the way the colors seemed dim, he could only consider it to be nighttime. Especially due to the lack of noise from the local Pokémon.

From his guess and internal clock, he could assume that it was near midnight if he wanted to be specific. A time he awoke at numerous times; times involving his dreams waking him up or times involving certain Pokémon trainers. Sometimes both.

"I'm up now." He sighed, beginning his trek towards the exit. "Might as well grab a bite or somethin'."

As he stepped outside, he paused to allow the moonlight to bathe over his scales. With a content breath of air, he allowed a smile to form over his muzzle.

If one were to gaze upon his form, they'd immediately take notice of all the scars lining around his body. They weren't scars of self-harm, but scars of the countless battles he's participated in. He had them nearly everywhere, ranging from his tail to his back, his stomach to his neck.

And finally to the last, most noticeable jagged scar over his right eye.

It was a strange habit, one that he eventually learned to grow used to. It's been years since he became a Pokémon, 4 years since his encounter with Arceus, his savior. And within those years, he found it strangely relaxing to roam throughout the night. Especially under a full moon. It was something he's never found charming as a human, but after transforming, he's learned to appreciate the moon as if it were a longtime friend.

It gave him a sense of freedom.

Once he was done with his nightly routine, he allowed his wings to extend and begin to flap at his sides. Feeling himself become weightless, he soon began to fly down the mountain and entered the forest below his home.

'So much time has passed since then…' He found himself thinking about the deal again - another trait he's grown used to. He couldn't blame himself either. Arceus had given him a proposal that she'd never given to anyone else. Something he'd be forever grateful for. He - in fact - chose to make it a big deal to remember the Goddess' kindness.

But it still had come with a price.

With a chance at life, also came the knowledge that he didn't know who he used to be. Time after time, he tried to reassure himself that it was for the best. That maybe he had done things he wasn't proud of and would be happy to forget it all.

'But the kid in glasses… the way he was crying over my body…'

That was the sole image that brought him back to wondering. Whenever he was close to forgetting his first life, it was always the kid popping into his head that stopped him. It meant he, they were close. But who was he as a person? What connection did the kid have to him? Was he a relative to him?

He would always find himself frustrated racking his brain for answers.

It was pointless to try to remember without any actual memories to lead on besides that fateful day.

But that didn't stop him from trying.

His attention was brought back to reality when he caught sight of a lake, the moonlight bouncing off the water's surface as endless sparkles. Using his wings to descend slowly back to the ground, he felt the grass crunch under his feet before he started to walk towards the water.

'I must've been someone important to the kid…' He thought.

Shaking his head, he banished the thought to the back of his mind and looked down. Meeting his gaze were the red eyes of his own reflection, the familiar face of the Mega Charizard he grew to be…

Flashback: 4 Years Ago (1st Person P.O.V.)...

Looks like Arceus kept her promise.

And it was… interesting to say the least.

I had just woken up in a clearing, some sort of forest area if I had to guess. In the middle of the night at that.

When I had open my eyes, at first I wanted to believe it was just a dream, that I'd be sitting up in my bed and eating breakfast with people I was familiar with. But as soon as I checked over my new body, I learned that it was very much real.

When Arceus said I'd be reborn into a new body and not into a human one, I was right on the ball when I said Pokémon. But what I didn't expect was to be turned into the same Pokémon I had rescued.

Well... mostly same.

I had claws, that's for sure. It the first characteristic I noticed when I woke up. I nearly scratched my eye out because of them. Then I noticed I had a tail with fire at the tip. After that, I had already concluded I was a Charmander before I even took my new height into account. But once I looked closely at myself, I noticed that I had a few things different then what I expected.

When Arceus said I'd be unique, I didn't expect to have shiny black scales with dark red scales lining my stomach. Now that I thought about it, while a normal Charmander's tail was a mixture of yellow, orange, and red depending on the mood, my tail flame was a pure crimson as well.

After I did some walking around with my new body.

Which went horribly wrong when I kept tumbling over. Meaning I now had to re-learn how to walk all over again. Great.

And during my time of struggling to keep my balance, I eventually got a surprise call from my savior herself.

"Human, can you hear me?" I heard Arceus' voice from the back of my head. I held back a snort.

Can't be called a human anymore, can I?

Once I learned she wasn't anywhere near me, I stopped looking around and spoke with my strange new tongue. "Loud and clear." It was weirder than I expected, having a large tongue and sharper teeth to avoid biting myself with. As well as a scratchy new voice to work with.

I'll have to work on that later.

"There's no need to speak aloud." Arceus sounded like she giggled. "Just speak with your thoughts and I will hear you."

'... Is this good?'

"Quite." Arceus confirmed. "Now, I see that you've grown accustomed to your new form, am I correct?"

'Yeah. But walking is still a little tricky. I keep losing balance. Don't worry, I'll get it down soon.'

"Of course. I wouldn't expect you to have no trouble after awakening…"

'By the way Arceus. Where are you exactly?'

"I'm currently in a location somewhere on Earth. I've taken the chance to leave my realm in case you are in need of assistance. That and communication would be extremely draining between dimensions."

'Oh. Wow. Um, ok I guess.'

"Indeed, my child." I felt a little warmth in my heart when she called me that, but I tied it to the fact that I was, after all, reborn as a Pokémon through her power. "Now I do not have much time to hold this communication. I will soon be in a meeting with others to speak of your existence and to provide guidance in case I should not. I just checked to make sure the soul transfer was successful, but if you have any questions, ask now."

'I can see what you meant by being born differently. But what exactly happened to my body? I'm different colors than a normal Charmander's supposed to be.' Best to get that question out of the way before I forget. Which was kind of hard not to.

"As you'll soon learn about in the future, there is a thing humans now call Mega Evolution. It is, as you can tell, another form of evolution within Pokémon. I have enabled your hidden energy to be released and in turn, changed your body to adjust."

'Will this affect me in the future? Any strange changes personality-wise?.'

"Not much. As for now, you're a Mega Evolved Charmander. One of your kind. That doesn't make you too different in species, but only in appearance and strength. You'll still be able to evolve like a normal Pokémon, but that won't happen until a year later. Not until your body has fully adjusted to the energy I unlocked for you."

'I understand. I'll probably hear about this Mega Evolution stuff later, but for now I should just worry about being able to protect myself. Any tips on how to fight?'

"When you attempt to use any attacks, just think of any attacks a Charmander is capable of using. However, while you may have new knowledge on battles, it's up to you to train your body to handle it. It would be unfortunate if you collapsed or went up against the wrong enemy."

'Got it.' I unconsciously gave a thumb's up. 'Will I be able to talk to you again soon?'

"I believe so. In case you're in need of dire help, I'll be watching over you so write a message anywhere I can see so that I may return to this dimension and aid you. If I'm within the area in future events, I shall visit you in person to check up on you."

'Ok, one more question...' I paused. It felt a little awkward asking her this, but it was vital for my survival. 'What should I do about food?'

"..." At first I thought Arceus had either lost connection or wasn't even sure how to respond. But then I heard a sigh on the other line. "I trust that you do not abuse this power, but I have enabled your biological system to digest different types of food." Arceus sounded a bit disgusted to be talking about this, but she carried on. "You're allowed to eat meat, plants, and other human foods as well. But I strongly suggest eating plants to maintain a healthy diet. Stealing food from humans could be risky and I'm quite against eating others. But it is your choice."

'I'll try not to eat another Pokémon, but if it comes to it, I will.'

"I understand. This is your new life after all." Arceus sighed. Great, now I disappointed her. "Now if that's all, I shall be leaving. My children are almost here."

'I won't hold you up any longer then.' I nodded. Then I smiled. 'And Arceus?' I heard a "Hm?" from my savior. 'Thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it.'

"You're welcome, my child."

As soon as I felt the strange buzzing disappear from my head, I figured she disconnected for the night.

...

Wait, what did she mean by a meeting? With her children?

The question lingered in my mind for a bit before I eventually left it at that. Whatever Arceus does is her own business. She's done so much for me, so there's no need to worry too much about it. After all, I'm sure to meet whoever she's talking about in the future anyway.

I just hope it's not someone too dangerous.

With nothing else to do, I just fell back on my ass and looked up to the stars above.

I was a Pokémon now. "One of her children..." I whispered. I felt my mouth curl up into a tiny smile.

Tonight was the start of a new journey and I'll cherish this memory as though my life depended on it. I chuckled to myself as I rolled my tail over my short legs, feeling the flame over my scales as if it was a warm blanket.

I took a moment to myself so I could remember everything she said in case I had an emergency. If I was going to live as a Charmander, I'd need a plan to survive. I can't go to humans for help and they can't know I can speak. No, not yet. Not until I'm strong enough to protect myself. "I'll need to train." Which was weird coming from my own mouth. Never before have I ever expected myself to have a solid need to get stronger and fight.

And speaking of fighting, I'm sure I'll encounter someone at some point-

…. fuck me. I totally forgot to ask for advice about getting caught in a Pokéball!

Well, it's something I'll have to deal with in the future. And I'm not worried about that right now. Right now I'm focused on the present. As of now, I have no idea where I am and I'm not even sure if I'm near a town. I have no clue how to fight since I barely remember what attacks a Charmander can even do. I'll have to find food at some point and I don't know what plants are poisonous…

Start of a new journey? Sucks so far.

But as long as I stay determined, I should live.

For the most part.

Now, first things first. "I need to learn how to fight." And I knew just what to start with. It was common knowledge that Charmanders were Fire-Types. So, why not try one of the basic fire attacks?

I hummed to myself for a second before I took a deep breath. I felt an intense heat in my stomach and lungs before I released it into a Flamethrower attack!

All I saw was a tiny burst of fire that flew through the air and hit a tree branch, lighting it on fire.

"Or Ember. That works too."

I'll definitely have to work on that.

*Crack, crack!*

I blinked as the burning tree branch began to break apart from the trunk. Eventually I watched as it fell down into a bush. It took a second for me to realize the imminent danger of starting a forest fire and I bolted towards the branch.

I heard a low growling sound which made me stop in my tracks.

A shadow soon loomed over me and I felt the odds stacked against me. Glaring down at me was a Snorlax of all things and there was a patch of burnt fur on its stomach. Likely from the branch.

I watched as it scratched at its burnt belly and take a couple of steps towards me, a strong scowl on its face. The Snorlax's intents were clear. Even an idiot could figure it out.

But I wasn't going to sit and see it for myself.

So, I did the only thing I could think of.

Lifting a naughty claw, I shouted "Fuck you too!" I spun on my feet and ran for dear life as the Snorlax began to charge a Hyper Beam.

Present Time (3rd Person P.O.V.)...

The Mega Charizard's head dipped low and he lowered the temperature of the flames from his teeth as his muzzle made contact with the lake water.

So much had happened since his first day.

From being a newly born Mega Charmander who had been chased by that Snorlax for miles, to who he was right now; a fully grown, incredibly wise Charizard with unique traits he made for himself.

It had been rough getting his new life on track. He had struggled to find a source food without risk of catching the attention of more predators. But that was until he reached near desperation and ate the first thing he saw. Which were apples. Which also happened to be in the territory of a herd of Rattatas. After that, he took it upon himself to learn how to fight. It was mandatory, the very reason why how most Pokémon are still alive in the wild.

He had started off small. Not physically, but mentally; in tactics.

When he used nearly all the time he could on the run from predators, he eventually stumbled upon a secret cave. It was labeled his new home with a few scorch and claw marks along the walls to prove it, a method to scare off intruders in case he went into hiding or if he wasn't there. And within the cave, he had used rocks to sharpen his claws.

After all, they were his main mode of attack and protection, against enemies and with food.

Then with his fire? After countless training sessions, there was plenty of soot to play off as a thin sheet of black snow. After numerous attempts at controlling his fire, he soon learned to control the amount he released and after that, the temperature he wanted to use.

It took a while before he deemed himself battle ready. Which was after a month.

And during that time, he learned of a new ability he gained.

He can understand Poké-Speech. With his new hearing, he heard whatever another Pokémon was saying and it sounded like fluent English to him. Another thing that helped him survive. At some points he needed to negotiate with predators, settle arguments, or just plain trick someone.

He wanted to make sure he knew the basics of fighting and began to challenge wild Pokémon, starting with Pidgey and Rattatas. Took a few beatings and healings, which he noticed he healed quite fast, but it was enough to get him ready for the big time predators.

Soon after, his days as a Charmander were over. It was like Arceus promised. A year later - on the exact day he woke up as a Charmander - he had evolved into a Charmeleon. With a few new traits as well.

Instead of crimson, the scales on his stomach and his tail-flame was an eerie color of dark purple. His tail had started to grow spikes near the base of his back, as well as a set of tinier spikes on his shoulders. And for the final new change to his body, he found out that his single horn would glow a burning purple each time his anger or adrenaline increased.

Eventually news of his existence began to spread around through Pokémon and Human alike. It started off as a rumor around the fifth month he was alive, a myth of a "Black Charmander" that lived in a cave. And such rumors eventually grew into a mass media. While wild Pokémon soon grew to accept his presence as another regular thing, he would always find the occasional trainer or scientist traveling near his home in hopes to catch and study him.

It was constant battling that got him to the point of strength that beginner - and even some professionals - trainers couldn't even catch him without needing serious health kits for their Pokémon.

And after he evolved, his popularity only got stronger. He became one of the strongest fighters in the forest, a true champion against those who tried to kill him or those who acted as the occasional forest bully. And Pokémon soon learned that he didn't have a name since he never bothered to think of one. He would've just went with the name of his new species.

But with his endless victories against wild Pokémon and trainers alike, eventually the inhabitants of the forest gave him a name.

King.

It was short. It was simple. And easy to remember. He liked it.

But he didn't let it go to his head.

With a couple of gulps from the lake, King had soon quenched his thirst. He was content and that's all that mattered. At some point in his days, he learned to enjoy the moments of tranquility that life granted him. He didn't need to spend each of his days fighting.

By relaxing, sleeping the days away.

And that's what happened on the day of his third year. He had been exhausted after a grueling match against a trainer who had a Blastoise and somehow managed to win. He had actually slept a total of 2 days to heal his injuries.

And when King woke up, he had found himself as a fully grown Charizard. With ripped-looking wings and bright blue flames at his disposal, King soon became the unbeatable Pokémon known throughout towns as 'The Ultimate'. He became such an icon that someone spread the rumor that whoever managed to beat and catch him would become strong enough to beat the Kanto Region Champion.

With just him in their team.

It brought terrible attention to him for a long time.

Instead of normal rookie trainers and scientists, the battles grew tougher when Gym Leaders themselves found him. With stronger opponents and more Pokémon to fight against, King found it extremely difficult to beat each of them without a break in between rounds.

It got to the point where he had to reveal his secret ability to talk.

With each battle, he'd make sure to corner specific trainers whenever he won. He'd always make sure they got the message to help keep his secret a secret, but he'd also make sure they understood to stop coming after him.

It took some threatening with certain trainers, but they all agreed to stop battling him when they learned of his struggle for a peaceful life.

Some actually promised to protect him.

And one of them had given him a helpful warning to stay away from people with big red R's on their clothes.

But even then, the battling still became too much where he even had to face against one of Kanto's champions, a man named Lance. The battle was so intense and explosive, that literally destroyed King's home in the middle of it. And to this day, King still believed it was luck that got him to come out as the victor.

Hell, he had even grown to respect the man for giving him one of the hardest battles he ever had.

But it was also Lance's fault for two things.

Most of the scars all over his body.

And making him relocate to a new home.

Of course, his disappearance had a negative reaction from everyone. The forest Pokémon had shown clear signs that they were going to miss him, even some of the stronger wild enemies that he had faced. But while they gave him a peaceful goodbye, somehow word of his departure had spread to the 'R group' King heard about.

It had been tough getting out of Kanto when groups of them were near his every location, constantly attacking him without even giving him a chance to relax.

He later heard something about a talking Meowth that spread his name in the organization.

And King actually vowed to get vengeance when he met the specific cat.

Along his travels, King had to admit that it was a pleasant experience to see the sights. He had met new friends in Pokémon and had to restart his struggles against rookies to pro trainers with each home. Each of them ending with each region's champion that wanted to test their mettle.

All because Lance blabbed about losing against him and such news spread worldwide.

Now, on his 5th year, King now found himself living in the Unova region. So far, he had been to many regions; Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, even Kalos and Alola. Each of them were unique in terms of environments and Pokémon that he'd never seen before, but only Unova seemed to stick with him.

His life on the move was now on pause, one that he hoped would not be a temporary case and would last for a long period of time.

But now, living in a cave at the top of a mountain, he could honestly say his life was back to the 'easier days' when it was just him against weaker opponents. But because of his location, not many trainers knew how to get to his cave without finding it quite difficult trying to get to it.

Not unless they've lived in the area for a long time.

Like the small village that resided a few miles away. A place called the Village of Dragons, a peaceful community dedicated to the lives, protection, and growth of Dragon-Types. Or practically anything to do with anything that remotely resembled a dragon, like King.

One time, in the middle of the night, he had met the village elder. An older lady named Sophia.

A nice lady, King had to admit.

He regretted nearly burning her alive the night she showed up at his cave. He hadn't expected her to appear out of nowhere and was actually startled out of his sleep when she called out to him. And honestly, Sophia hadn't even traveled with the urge to fight.

In fact, she traveled with means to negotiate on behalf of her village.

Which made attacking her even worse.

In news of King's existence in Kanto and other regions like Johto and Sinnoh, there had been enough time for word to reach Unova.

At this point, King was honestly a little agitated whenever people made a big deal out of his whereabouts. And while some people – as well as Pokémon themselves – continued to spread rumors, most of them exaggerated his powers while some other rumors were made to scare children as a type of fabled folklore; another means to get children to listen to their parents at night.

And as he expected, it was enough to spook the Village of Dragon's residents into thinking he appeared with the sole desire to burn it to the ground.

It was by luck that King and Sophia met each other, something he'd be grateful about for a long time. After he deemed Sophia trustworthy enough with his secret ability to speak, they were both quick to discuss conditions between their distinct territories.

On King's side, he had to promise not to suddenly appear in the village without a proper warning and even help civilians in case they're found lost in the forest. And on Sophia's side, she had promised to keep her villagers from attempting to battle him as well as helping to keep any more challengers from his home.

It was a little unnerving for both King and the villagers, all due to trust issues between both unknown parties. But there had been no conflict that couldn't be solved without Sophia's aid.

*Rustle, rustle!*

King pulled his head out of the lake and gulped down the last mouthfuls of water. When he opened his eyes, he looked around for any sign of movement. The sounds were too close for his comfort and all his years of battling made him a bit jumpy.

Even with all the peace he lived in.

In one of the bushes, King saw a wild Drilbur scramble back into hiding once he saw King's eyes lock on him.

The Mega Charizard sighed in disappointment.

They were still afraid of him.

The wildlife of the forest, relationships were on thin ice with him after a mishap not too long after he took resident in the mountain.

A Druddigon, one of the angriest and oldest forest 'bullies' had challenged King to a fight 3 days after the forest learned of his presence. Of course, with years of battle experience, King demolished the Druddigon with ease.

Too bad the Druddigon was a sore loser.

Almost 2 weeks later, the Druddigon had gathered a group of the forest's top fighters and ambushed him while he was sleeping. Since King wasn't mentally prepared for the rude wake-up call. And once the Druddigon shot Dragon Rage in his face…

To say King was pissed was an understatement. He was downright furious.

In hindsight, the Mega Charizard was actually in the middle of a nightmare about his past life's death. And once he woke up, he was unable to control his rage once he felt the pain from the attack.

All of his enemies - Druddigon, Excadrill, Beartic, Hydreigon, and a Sawk - each of them had realized their mistake too late and rushed out of his cave once King retaliated in pure rage. Being able to fly, it didn't take long for King to track them down when they attempted to run and hide.

Now that he thought back to it, the battle was so violent that it actually left each of his enemies in critical condition.

That and he started his first forest fire.

After the frantic work of the nearby water types, King's mistake had been put down before the damage got too bad. But it already left its mark in the hearts of the forest Pokémon.

It has been a month since the incident and none of the wildlife made an attempt to make contact with him.

Instead of 'King of the Forest' in Kanto, it was now Unova's 'Pyro the Destroyer.'

And while he also secretly enjoyed the name Pyro - he thought it sounded cool - it didn't help his case in the slightest.

But he couldn't blame them. A new face that they've never seen shows up and nearly burns the entire forest to the ground. Not only that, but his scars make it harder to not look intimidating to anyone that sees him.

"Dammit Lance. Why'd you have to be so fucking good?" King muttered under his breath. He really didn't want to move from Kanto, but the damn champion just had to be that strong.

Choosing to leave the topic alone, King decided to give them more time. He wasn't going to beg for more friend. If they wanted to talk to him, they'll soon learn that he's not as dangerous as he's made out to be.

Looking around for any more eyes that watched him from the shadows, King soon gave up and started to take off into the air.

And that's when he noticed the clouds thickening in the skies above him, nearly blocking out the moon. 'A storm?' King thought in wonder. He got his answer when he felt tiny drops of water collide with his scales. 'Better get back before it pours. I hate getting wet.' Although he grew quite resistant to all kinds of water from tons of encounters with Water-Types, it still annoyed him to no end when he felt any liquid make contact with his normally dry and warm scales.

And so, he began his flight back to his cave.

Then he heard a shrill scream rip through the night.

Hope you guys enjoyed that chapter! I just wanted to get the backstory out of the way so we could get into the story! And yes, if you guys are still on the fact that I named my OC Charizard King, deal with it. I named him after me because I wanted to. XD By the way, I still want to remind my lovely readers that King is indeed slightly overpowered to the point where he's near Legendary Pokémon level in strength. But he can still get exhausted from endless battles from strong ass trainers!

Also, if people are still on the fact that I mixed Mega Charizard X and Y's body traits with each other, why not call it Mega Charizard Z? Hell, why not create some fan-art about him? (THAT'S A HINT PEOPLE! XD) If you do, just PM me the link and I'll post it up for everyone to see!

Another note; the way I typed out this story will have uneven sized chapters. So this chapter of over 5000 words could go to 1 to 2000 words. Depends on how I cut things up!

That'll be up my readers! Enjoy life!

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