The deserted town was desolate as a man walked through. Looking at the ruins, he scoffed since there was no one to challenge. The man had black hair and was wearing armor. Said armor was samurai-esque armor and midnight black with faint purple lines. Floating behind him was his faithful partner: a black colored Mewtwo.

"This is pathetic." The man spat. "No resistance. No allies. Just cowards who are afraid." He clenched his hand, "No one here is worth my time."

The sound of footsteps were heard but the man didn't acknowledge them for he knew who they were. "What is it?"

Three people kneeled before the conqueror and said in unison. "Lord Ambrocio."

"Rise, my commanders. What is it you wish to speak with me about?" The now identified Lord Ambrocio insisted as his Mewtwo hovered behind.

The first was a man dressed in a lapis blue ninja garb. Concealing his face was a mask that covered his mouth. Behind him was a Cloyster, who's grin was noticeable.

The second was a woman with lavender hair tied back. Her outfit was like an orchid purple combat skirt, as she told her allies. Her mischievous Sableye played with her Sablenite earring.

And the last was another man who had a muscular build and a loyal demeanor. He adorned silver armor fit for a general with a steel-plated helmet. Behind him, his mighty Copperajah trumpeted.

The ninja dressed one started, "Have you found what you are looking for, my Lord?"

Lord Ambrocio refrained from sighing and answered, "I have yet to find such a powerful artifact. One of the many I search for. But no one has matched me with my power."

The woman of the trio spoke next, "What of the one that claims to be your match?"

Lord Ambrocio held back a snarl from the question and balled his hand in mild annoyance. "The one said to stop me as claimed to have fled so they are not in my way. The prophecy is just that, a prophecy. Such malarkey."

"Lord Ambrocio is far more worthy of the destiny than the so-called Chosen One," the muscular one reminded them, his loyalty and utmost faith in Ambrocio. "Show your respect, Heather."

Heather, the woman in the lavender skirt, merely rolled her magenta eyes, "I'm a psychic, Smith. I can see and do things you could only dream of."

Smith, the iron-clad warrior, stood up and his Copperajah stomped at the taunt. Heather rolled her eyes again while her Sableye giggled at the dark green pachyderm.

Yule, the blue garbed ninja, merely stayed bowing as his faithful invertebrate rolled his eyes at his allies. The Ice specialist ninja then heard a faint noise. Cloyster heard as well and his horn glowed faintly.

"Hush, you two." Yule told him as the seer and burly man ceased their bickering.

"Do you hear something?" Ambrocio inquired and the ninja nodded. The conqueror closed his eyes and used his gift of Aura to search. He soon discovered an outline of a human breathing heavily while also clutching an item.

Ambrocio opened his eyes and grinned. What he was searching for was almost within his grasp. "It seems we have company."

The figure was scared, fearing that he had been discovered before peering out. The human barely had time to avoid an energy missile in the form of a Pin Missile from Cloyster. Several more were fired, the Bivalve Pokémon's Skill Link ability allowing him to fire multiple ones.

The person yelped and ran with the sacred item in his arms. He quickly sent out a Shelled/Hisuian Goodra who used Shelter to take the hits. "Thank you, old friend." The deserter said to his Pokémon.

The moment of relief was cut short when Copperajah came crashing through with an Iron Head, pushing the snail-like dragon away. Goodra roared as he used Shelter again to bunker down and prevent the pachyderm from pushing anymore. Un-bunkering himself, the dragon's antennas turned purple and lashed them forward, landing his Power Whip of the Copperderm Pokémon.

However, from the pseudo-legendary's shadow, a Sableye appeared with the use of Shadow Sneak. The Darkness Pokémon slashed at the leg with Shadow Claw. The Shelled Goodra cried in pain while his caretaker was horrified.

The deserter paled and quickly fumbled around an Ultra Ball in an attempt to help his Pokémon but he didn't see Yule's Cryogonal appear and captured his legs with its chains. The deserter soon felt his arms restrained due to Heather's Drifblim. Smith's Bronzong floated over and let out a wave of Hypnosis.

The deserter tried to avert his gaze from the hypnotic lights but Driflblim's appendages stretched his eyes and forced him to look into them. The deserter yelled in pain as he continued to strain to look away but soon fell under the trance.

Ambracio approached the deserter, a proud look upon his face. Leaning in, he grabbed the deserter's item: the fabled Iron Plate.

"At last, another one has been acquired." Ambracio said. The Pokémon released their hold on the deserter, allowing him to fall.

"You… madman…" The man wheezed out. His Goodra collided with a rundown house, no doubt having taken a bruising from Copperajah, Sableye, and Cloyster.

"You say madman… I say visionary." Ambracio responded. His black colored Mewtwo approached and began to use Psychic, constricting the deserter's airways.

"What… do you… think… you'll… ac-accomplish… through these… actions…" The deserter pieced together.

"Power." Ambracio said, "Absolute power. To have the world bow down. Much like my ancestor."

"Volo… was a… madman…" The deserter spat, "Just… like… you…"

"My distant ancestor had vision. To meet Arceus through the plates. After that, I am unsure what he wanted." The warlord defended, "He tried but was denied such a chance because of a mere child who stood in his way and was chosen instead."

"And you… think you are… better… than him?!"

"Meeting Arceus is just the first step. Once I meet the deity, I will make him a loyal follower of my empire. One where trainers and Pokémon will realize only the strong survive." Ambracio turned to his partner. "Mewtwo, I believe we are done here."

The shadowy Genetic Pokémon obliged and released his hold over the throat. Ambracio and his lieutenants left with their Pokémon, until the warlord gave one more warning.

"And if you think the Chosen One will stop, then you are wrong. Once I have Arceus, even they -whoever they may be- will be the first to fall. Proving the prophecy is nothing more than a story. Not fate."

The deserter massaged his throat and recalled his Hisuian Goodra, his role as guardian of the Iron Plate now over. And there was no telling if the plates were safe with their guardians.

In another village, two individuals idly walked through with their partners in hand. Despite the Japanese-esque culture the region deemed, many people had moved onto a modernized world with Pokéballs and medicine.

One was a boy with brown hair. He had on a regular green tee-shirt, jeans, and gray sneakers. His Lickitung waddled alongside him with his tongue extended. He looked rather annoyed, tired even.

The other was a girl with black hair in the form of a ponytail. She wore a purple crop top that complimented her magenta shorts and purple sneakers. Her Albino/Hisuian Sneasel walked beside her, giving her face looking as if she was calculating.

"Ugh, we've been here for months now." The boy whined, "And still, there is no sign of him."

"You truly need to learn patience, Roman." The girl replied with an eye roll, her Sneasel sharing it.

"Have you forgotten what is at stake, Tori?" Roman reminded her, "Since that psychopath has begun his little treasure hunt, we need to find the Chosen One!"

"And just how are we supposed to find him?" Tori asked Roman, "Because if I recall, he hasn't been seen in years."

"The prince to the Aurora Kingdom is deemed as the Chosen One." Roman stressed, "He's the only one who could rival the Dark One's ambition! It's destiny!"

"Destiny that's been foretold for generations." Tori retorted. "That whole event in Shamouti Island already passed years ago now. I know you are a history nerd but can you tone it down?"

The two entered a local tea shop, a common place in the kingdom they were in. They sat down at a table with their Pokémon. "Be honest with me, Roman. Are you positive that this prophecy is even… real?"

Roman let out a sigh, "Well… I heard Ambracio has acquired three of the plates."

"The warlord of Dragnor." Tori murmured, "Of course, he is the direct descendant of Volo. So, insanity must be in his bloodline."

"So with Ambracio on a hunt for all the plates and expanding his 'empire,' the Chosen One will stop and restore peace!" Roman proclaimed.

Tori leaned back in her seat, "Oh yeah? From what I heard, the Chosen One's parents fled away from Ransei, taking their son with them. Only the father returned after a long absence. And that's the best news we've gotten since Ambracio's declaration."

"They're real." Roman defended himself. His Lickitung nodded in agreement.

"Oh really?" Tori challenged, "If the Chosen One is real, then I'll actually pay for your tea this time." Her Hisuian Sneasel looked rather uninterested as she checked her claws.

"PIKACHU, THUNDERBOLT!"

"CHARIZARD, FIRE BLAST!"

The two trainers looked at the screen to the finals of the Master Eight.

"What's going on?" Roman asked.

Tori replied, "It's the Master Eight for the World Coronation Series. You know that event where trainers battle all over the world. Due to Ransei being far and untouched by the PLA, we couldn't compete but we could still watch some videos. I think this is the finals for the title World Monarch."

A Pikachu and a Charizard just clashed head-on and created a huge explosion. Once the smoke cleared, the two Pokémon were panting heavily, both looking like either could fall down at any moment.

Then the Charizard hit the ground.

"Charizard is unable to battle, Pikachu is the winner! And since Leon has lost all six of his Pokémon, the World Monarch is none other than Ash Ketchum!"

Roman and Tori's eyes went wide at the revelation. They knew Ketchum as a royal name here in the Ransei region. And that was the same name for the Shamouti Island one…

"Well, looks like you owe me some tea." Roman smugly said.

"Ok… so you were right." Tori begrudgingly admitted, "So maybe this prophecy isn't an absurd tale."

"And now we have our Chosen One." Roman said. Their chance of stopping Ambracio was closer than they realized as the camera panned to a boy with 'Z' marks on his checks holding a Pikachu.

A/N: A new Pokémon story. I haven't read or found any Pokémon stories that involve Ash going to Ransei, so I decided to try it out.

Ransei, for those who do not know, is from Pokémon Conquest, a strategic spin-off version where the main character unites the 17 (came out with Gen 5) kingdoms. But in this version, it is 18 to include the Fairy-typing.

Small change, regional forms will have different names. Like how the Hisuian Goodra was called a Shelled Goodra and Hisuian Sneseal is an Albino Sneasel. This is idea came from 'TheDragonSaver's story, "Pokémon World Adventures." He uses different names as well. I found it interesting so I'll be putting my own spin on the regional variants.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter. No flames.

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