Prologue: Unexpected Guests

Two golden blurs crashed against one another in a violent explosion, only to reset back to where they started from, and repeat the process multiple times.

To an untrained eye, no one would recognize the silhouettes that were fighting against one another. But the individual who was spectating had better senses than the average individual of his own kind. He could see that the blurs were actually two shiny lucarios who were dueling it out in an intense brawl. The reason why they fighting became somewhat of tradition at this point.

They were fighting for his attention.

Emmet, their trainer, had a special relationship with both lucarios, much like he had a unique relationship with almost everyone of his pokémon. He'd first encountered them both while they were young Riolu, they were sisters. Unfortunately the scenario in which he encountered them was not a pleasant one.

He was in the Sinnoh region, participating in the gym challenges and competing in the league, which he won. It was around halfway through the gyms that he stumbled upon a large scale operation by poachers, which he intervened against. He and his team were able to take on half of the poachers before they dipped, taking with them most of the pokémon they had captured. They sold of their catch before the police could track and arrest them unfortunately. Among those lost were the parent of two shiny riolu's he'd managed to save amongst a few other pokémon. They were distraught, but eventually imprinted on him to the point the three had become almost inseparable. They both became mainstays on his team throughout Sinnoh, and with time of training and care, became absolute dominators in double battles. They were even more of a menace once they evolved into lucarios, and further more when he learned of mega evolution in Kalos later on.

The public had given them the nickname of The Golden Duo, and had gained a lot of attention for their rarity. Female lucarios were already rare enough. The fact they were both shiny was insane. But even more insane were their IVs.

Perfect 31 on all stats, for both. It was as if Arceus himself had blessed him with these two.

Although once knowledge of this eventually reached the public, he was bombarded with absurd trade requests from professional battlers and breeders across almost every region. He passed on every offer made, not comfortable with trading his girls off like they were some item or tool for another to use. He wasn't fond of trading away pokémon in general since he grew a close bond with each of them.

His thoughts were interrupted as both his girls threw Aura Spheres which collided and created a loud explosion. One then went for Force Palm while the other went for Extreme Speed.

Some ask how he tells the different between the two, other than giving them individual names to differentiate themselves. The answer was simple, if one was to look them over very closely.

The first was named Rika, as she was perhaps the sharpest and most self aware between the two siblings. The second he'd named Rio, and not because it was the last three digits of Lucario. She looked just like her sibling, sharing the same height and build. The difference was in her chest spike, or lack there of.

Back when she was a riolu, and before he met them, she'd suffered some sort of injury that left a deep scar across her chest. When she evolved, the scar healed away, but for some reason left a defect where her chest spike had not developed. None of the Nurse Joys or pokémon lab scientists could find any fix for this deformity, but it didn't concern either him or Rio. She was still able to fight just like any other lucario. Though this is likely what made her the clingiest of the two. While Rika would accept the usual pat on the head or ear scratch, Rio was much more physical, practically jumping onto him in a hug and not letting go for sometime. He remembered back during their reunion after having left them at a place called the Tower of Mastery. He left them there so they could better understand and control their aura. It was near the end of the Kalo League, and before his showdown against Team Flare, that they were reunited and had a small ceremony held. Rika was eager to show off her new skills while Rio just jumped on him and held on during the entire ceremony.

Later on, he too became curious about aura, and with the help of his girls was able unlock his own aura abilities. His abilities were minuscule by comparison to theirs. But with years of training and experience he was eventually able to almost match them in certain aspects. Though in a pokémon battle, his abilities wouldn't get him far.

He would continued to rely on his partners' abilities rather than his own.

"Figured I would find you with all the ruckus." A feminine voice sound in his head, in which Emmet turned to the source approaching.

A flowy white gown over slim white legs, a light blue crest resembling hair, and a large orange spine over their chest. Intelligent orange eyes that seemed very good at reading an individual.

Standing, or floating next to him, he could never tell most of the time, was not only his third and final shiny pokémon, but also his partner from the very start of his adventures.

Faith the Gardevoir.

"I guess this means the girls are getting competitive once again." She mentally sighed with a bit of amusement. "I'm surprised they haven't come close to destroying the island all this time."

"You and me both." Emmet answered. He knew his lucario were competitive, as is in nature between siblings. But even they were careful enough to not destroy what is practically their home. "You come just searching for me to hang out, or is something up?" Faith just shrugged her shoulders in answer.

They both have been through a lot together since the very start. Unlike how most trainers receive their starter pokémon from professors in pokémon labs, Faith was given to him as a gift from his aunt and uncle. They were both retired pokémon trainers, their gallade and gardevoir had several ralts. One of them being a shiny with perfect 31 IVs on speed, special attack, and special defense, which they gifted to him rather than sell off to another trainer for a hefty price. At first things were rough, with Faith being a timid little thing and easy to scare off. However he kept faith in her, and used positive encouragement to help her find her self confidence. She too kept faith in him, trusting his words and following his commands which allowed her to win battles and build up her confidence. Eventually she matured into a fine gardevoir, and they've never lost a battle with her since. All because they held faith in one another. She's been an absolute mainstay on his team in every region he's been to.

"You know, it's been sometime since we were big news world wide." She knew how much he enjoyed the attention, feeling the positivity in his mind whenever the world saw them. "The quiet life does leave your mind a bit conflicted."

He sighed, knowing she could read him like an open book. While he could read almost everyone of his pokémon, some were able to read him as well.

"I'm managing, and I do enjoy the quiet life." That was half the truth. "But it gets boring real quick. I remember back when we almost never stayed in one spot for more than a day. Always something new to explore and experience. There was always something to look forward to."

"Apart from our regional encounter with world ending lunatics and criminals." If he had a pokédollar for every criminal organization he ended up taking down, he would have 11 pokédollars to work with. Which would get him nothing, but it was still surprising he would have that many. One of them being an alternative universe version of a previous organization. Though there were two that were actually gym trainers in disguise and misunderstood kids, so they weren't actually considered criminal organization. "At least we had something to do."

"Well, I for one think we're done chasing criminals." Faith declared. "Every time it seems the fate of the world or region rests upon us, I get very stressed out. And I'm not the only one who agrees."

"Well, unless some goons or poachers try their luck out here, I doubt we'll see much action like that again." It was then that he heard the fighting in front of him cease. Standing on opposing sides were Rika and Rio, both covered in bruises and scrapes while panting heavily. They really were going all out on each other. "That's enough for today! Get back here before you actually try and kill one another!" Emmet called out, his last sentence being a joke.

The two jackal like pokémon agreed and nodded at each other before walking towards Emmet and Faith. Their trainer brought out a few potions he'd kept on him, knowing he was gonna need them.

Though before he could actually apply any of the potions, he was tackled by none other than Rio, who now started climbing on him till she was on his back.

"How did I do? Did I make you proud master?!" She asked with excitement which was evident by how hard her tail was wagging. Meanwhile Rika just stood up next to Emmet with her arms folded. Though she did received ear scratches which made her hum and wag her tail.

"You both did quite fine. You seem evenly matched against one another." Their trainer commented. He'd trained them so that they could fight in sync in double battles. "Though I think we should start getting you two taken care of." He already went to work, spraying Rika down with a potion, healing all the bruises and scrapes she endured. Once she was looking all fixed it was Rio's turn, which Emmet had to remove from his back so he could reach her properly. Immediately after she was sprayed down she jump back onto him, nuzzling into his neck.

"Our fight took a lot out of me. How long until supper is ready?" Rika asked, feeling hungry which Emmet could feel through her aura. Aura had proven to be an advantage, both in battle and getting to know his mons even closer. Not only could he feel their emotions, but he could also understand pokéspeech, able to communicate with any pokémon in a worded conversation, rather than having to guess what they're saying with noises and gestures. That got him the nickname of the Pokéwhisperer.

"In about 3 hours," Emmet checked the time on his pokétch he acquired back in Sinnoh. 3:11 P.M. "Fancy anything in particular?"

"The usual, anything other than spicy." Rika answered, followed by an ever jolly Rio.

"Sweet it is then!"

"My preference as well." Faith added.

"Alright then, you two go get yourselves cleaned up," Emmet ordered as he removed Rio from his back. "And when you're done, I'll start making supper." He took feeding his pokémon very seriously. The average trainer might think him crazy for putting much thought into what his Pokémon eat. Though from testing and experience, he found that food can have an effect on a pokémon's performance. Back then he used off the shelf pokéfood that was cheap and easy to prepare. Though as he grew older, more experienced, and had more money to spend on necessities, he started doing some research and experimenting to make his own pokémon food. The results were noticeable in just a few days of trial. His pokémon appeared more healthy and stronger than ever, and were much more powerful when in battle.

It was then that he would never ever switch back to feeding his pokémon kibble.

It wouldn't be until he started his journey in Galar that he would get more creative in the food he prepared, starting with curry. As if by nature, he took to cooking very quickly, able to prepare Copperajah rated curry on a regular basis, and later expanded on his culinary skills to prepare all sorts of dishes he and his pokémon could enjoy, either as a regular meal or as a treat.

Today he was making some ramen.

Both lucario quickly ran off which left Emmet and Faith alone for the moment. The gardevoir immediately opened conversation in the form of criticism. "You spoil us way too much."

"Good, that means I'm giving you the treatment you all deserve from me."

"I'm serious Emmet!" Faith said as she grabbed his hand. "You should dedicate more of your time to your needs rather than ours, at least for awhile. We're more than capable of taking care of ourselves without you."

"I'm aware. But making sure you're all happy is about the only thing that brings me satisfaction these days." Emmet argued. He'd already gone through just about every region across the world, partaking in every league. The only time he'd ever returned was for a pleasure visit or if he had some minor business to attend to. "Unless you have any ideas?"

Faith sighed, knowing how stubborn her trainer can be sometimes. "I'll think of something, and you won't complain about it."

The two were now wandering over to where most of his pokémon socialize and hang out when not on his six team roster. About 5 years ago, he'd bought himself an island.

Yes, an island.

A waste of money some would say. Though for him, it was money well spent, and he'd payed quite a hefty amount not just for the island itself, but also for the additions he requested. Where did he get the money? Well he would never have been able to afford it back when he was 12 and first starting his trainer career. Though when one starts winning championships, stops evil organizations, and meets all sorts of legendary pokémon, you'd be surprised with how much influence they can have. Aside from championship money, he'd received sponsorships from many big companies and pokémon labs. At this point, his mother now lives in financial ease with the amount he sends to her on a monthly basis. And he still has a lot of money that was just accumulating to higher digits. An issue he'd been trying to resolve was storing his pokémon in the boxes.

He didn't feel comfortable sending his pokémon away in their pokéballs for extended periods of time. That long in isolation was having negative effects on their mental health, which he documented and reported to the league itself. He first tried requesting labs that sponsored him to stable his pokémon, but they were already caring for another trainer's pokémon they sponsored as well. So he had to take matters into his own hands. The answer, buy himself a private island. This new island was where his pokémon could roam outside their balls while he was elsewhere. He'd made sure it had everything to accommodate their needs, from diverse environments, watering holes, berry trees, and plenty of shelters for if the weather gets rough. It had everything from tall grass to an underground tunnel network, which some of his rock pokémon expanded on. He even had a small house built into the tallest hill for him to live in comfortably, which was more often his usual residence at this point. Just outside it was a large open gathering area with a fire pit in the center. That was where he cooked everyone supper just about everyday.

"Master," About halfway through his walk with Faith, Emmet heard a feminine and familiar mental voice in his head. Looking up, he spotted one of the few legendary pokémon that stuck around with him. A light grey body with a thick purple tail.

Mewtwo. He'd met the genetic pokémon while he was in Kanto. Shortly after winning the league and catching the legendary birds, he received word of some powerful pokémon on the loose and causing a lot of trouble for trainers, defeating entire teams of six on it's own. Following a close investigation, he managed to track the pokémon into Cerulean Cave. An intense battle ensued in which Mewtwo was able to defeat two of his pokémon before he sent out Faith. It was said Mewtwo was supposed to be the most powerful pokémon in existence. That image was shattered when his gardevoir was able to best Mewtwo in a battle between physics.


The mysterious pokémon finally fell, covered in lacerations and bruises after what was perhaps the most intense fight of it's entire existence. It looked on the verge of fainting then and there, and didn't even react to when it was hit in the side by an ultra ball, sucking it in.

Emmet watched the ball intensely as it fell to the ground, watching as it shook as if the pokémon he'd just caught with it was trying to resist. Beside him, Faith his gardevoir, had certainly looked better. She too was just as beat up as the pokémon struggling inside the ball. He would have to treat her to some potions and berries before having her checked out at the Pokémon Center.

The ball shook for a final time and pinged, signaling a successful catch. Usually he would jump for joy upon successfully capturing a new pokémon. This time he didn't feel any excitement. Rather he had questions. Nothing in the Pokédex could identify this unknown pokémon. It was as if it wasn't even a pokémon that existed, or rather was supposed to exist. So where did it come from?

"Finally," Faith panted, and fainted just before Emmet caught her and set her down, fetching a potion to help heal her. "That thing, it's in there. It won't hurt anyone ever again."

"Yeah, that thing..." Emmet looked back at the pokéball laying on the ground. "Just wait here and rest." He told her after making sure she was in a comfortable position to rest. He approached the ball and picked it up. He could actually feel what seemed to be a powerful presence held within it. It was after all, a very powerful pokémon, able to beat two of his own team and nearly knockout Faith in the end. Thinking he may regret this, he opened the ball and allowed a solid form to materialize out of it.

Sitting on the solid ground and staring intensely at him was the mysterious pokémon he'd just caught. Even while sitting, it was nearly taller than him standing. It's eyes remained on contact with him, as if waiting for him to do something. Emmet was cautious, not sure what exactly he was dealing with. He was gambling at this point in hopes this pokémon would not try anything drastic and attack him. They'd weakened it quite a lot, but it was still a pokémon, and an unknown one at that.

Pulling out a potion, he decided to break the ongoing silence. "I'm gonna come over and give you something that'll help heal you, ok?" The pokémon didn't show any sign that it understood him, continuing to give him that stare. "If you attack me, just know that I have three other pokémon who can take you down, you understand?" Again he received no response or acknowledgment. "I'll take your silence as a yes, and assume you're keeping quite on purpose." He slowly inched forward, keeping his guard up and ready to bolt away if necessary. Fortunately the pokémon made no move against him, allowing him to get close enough to assess the damage it endured during that battle. "This may sting." He warned before he started spraying a bottle of potion over the pokémon's wounds. This actually got a reaction as it visibly flinched out of reflex, though made no effort to push him away. He continued until he had it entirely sprayed down. It was already looking much better as it's bruises and lacerations were starting to heal up quickly. Still it remained sitting where it was, even as he pulled out an oran berry. "Eat this." He instructed it and handed the berry. "It'll help with the healing process." The pokémon accepted the berry from his hand and sniffed at it, perhaps checking to see if there were any tricks of some sort. Whatever it was searching for it found nothing and started eating the berry in slow steady bites.

"By the way, sorry about getting you really beat up." Emmet apologized which made the pokémon pause it's eating, looking at him in confusion. "It wasn't anything personal, just so you know."

"Why?"

He paused, hearing a new voice in his head. It sounded feminine, just like Faith who'd must've felt the telepathic communication as she was now staring intently at the unknown pokémon from her spot.

"Why did you come after me then?" The voice asked, which was none other than the mysterious pokémon, further solidifying his assumption it was a physic type.

The teen trainer didn't hesitate to answer. "I came here because you were causing quite a lot of trouble for a lot of other trainers and their pokémon. You caused quite a ruckus that it eventually caught my attention to the point I just had to intervene and put a stop to this. It's not everyday word spreads of a rampaging pokémon you know?"

"I didn't want any trouble." The pokémon argued. "Those humans kept chasing me, wanting to put me into those balls your kind use to trap pokémon inside of. I just wanted to be left alone, so I hid in here until the heat died off."

"That doesn't excuse you for all the pokémon you left in critical condition, or the trainers you sent to the hospital." Emmet stated, remembering his previous visit to the pokémon center where a young boy's pokémon was on the verge of death. It actually kinda spooked him. "Seriously, you could've killed someone, then you would've been in more serious trouble than you are now. Believe me, you could've had it a lot worse than this."

The pokémon remained silent, not responding or giving an argument about it's deeds, seemingly accepting everything it did was wrong. At least that's what Emmet assumed.

"Here's the deal, the average trainer would just catch you and condition you into following their commands. Though based on our previous fight, you're made of sterner stuff, so I'm not gonna force anything on you. If you wanna go free I'll release you." The pokémon actually looked at him in shock. "On the agreement that you don't seriously hurt anyone else. If you cause anymore trouble and I catch wind of it, you won't be released a second time." His warning was stern, but he hoped it wouldn't be necessary. "However, if by some chance you consider tagging along with me, I'll give you the proper care you deserve and help you grow stronger to your full potential. The choice is yours."

He remained silent for awhile as the pokémon was left thinking of the chance to go free. However it seemed hesitant on its decision. After about two long minutes, it turned over to Faith who was sitting not far from the two.

"Why do you follow him?" It asked her, and Faith answered.

"Because I put my absolute trust in him." The gardevoir answered with confidence, any trace of her timid nature buried under her newfound self confidence. "Back before I met him, I felt weak and powerless against everything around me. I was scared all the time. However, despite my struggles and fears, he held faith in my abilities and potential, which encouraged me to break free of my fears and become who I am today. It is because of him that I became stronger, that I became confident in myself as a pokémon. I trust him with my very life."

The mysterious pokémon seemed deep in though by the answer, as if it was just introduced to an entirely new perspective. It soon stopped thinking and turned back to Emmet.

"If I join you, will I still hold the option to released at will?"

Emmet shrugged. "If that's what you want, then sure. I'm not gonna chain you down into indentured servitude."

"That's a new vocabulary for you!" Faith said which caused her trainer to crack a laugh.

"I get bored whenever I wait for you guys in the Pokémon Center. A dictionary just happens to be available of all books."

The mysterious pokémon watched the exchange in silence, seeing the friendliness between pokémon and human. Lingering doubts still remained, but all things considered, this would become a brand new experience to try out.

How bad could it be?

"I will accompany you then, human." The pokémon declared and tried to stand, only to falter as it's body was overwhelmed with pain. Emmet was immediately by it's side as he helped it lay back down.

"Take it easy. Those potions were able to do so much, but you'll need actual treatment if you wanna make a full recovery. By the way the name's Emmet. What's yours?"

"They called me, Mewtwo."

After that, he returned Mewtwo and Faith back to their balls before making his way to head out of the cave. Only to run into another trainer riding in on a gyarados. The trainer approached the island in the middle of the cave and recalled his pokémon, approaching Emmet who was just about to leave.

"Hey you! I was told there was some strong pokémon hiding in here. Have you seen it?"

Emmet nodded and revealed the ultra ball. "Sorry friend, but you got here a little too late." This displeased the trainer who seemed upset.

"Oh come on! I was so eager to catch—, whatever it was!" He then grabbed out a pokéball and held it in his hands. "I didn't come all this way for nothing! You and me, battle it out right now!"

Emmet sighed, not usually refusing a battle with another trainer. But with the current state his team was in, he had to decline. "Not happening dude. My pokémon are already beat up trying to fight that thing. Maybe next time."

"Then you're heading to the pokémon center right?" The trainer asks. "I'm following you then! After your mons are healed, we're having a battle!"

"Fine, suit yourself." Emmet didn't bother arguing, knowing this kid was gonna try and force him into a battle anyway. He just wanted to make sure his team was okay before they get into another scuffle. Approaching the lake, he called out Tsunami, his lapras, and rode her out of the cave. The trainer and his gyarados not far behind.


"Mewtwo, fancy seeing you out looking for me. Is there something going on?" Emmet asked as the genetic pokémon floated down to his and Faith's level.

"We have some...unexpected guests waiting to see you."

"Guests? What kind of guests?" Emmet questioned, not remembering anyone he was supposed to meet with today. Usually when he had to meet someone, he met them outside his island. Though the pokémon did say they were unexpected, so he had no way of knowing who it was.

"They're rather—, the rare and mythical sort of."

"Hiya!" Before the trainer could ask what the pokémon meant, he was greeted with a high pitched greeting as a familiar bundle of pink floating up from behind Mewtwo and approached him.

Mew.

The small pink pokémon flew over and started spinning around Emmet at such a rapid place before setting herself on top of his head."So, what've you been up to without us?"

"Us?"

"Yeah, it's not just her who showed up." Mewtwo stated. Already, Emmet was beginning to sense several very powerful auras, most of which he was well familiar with. He'd didn't need several guesses to figure out who was visiting today. He quickly ran off, with Mew still on his head while Faith and Mewtwo floated behind him. He arrived outside his home where most of his pokémon were hanging out. Though their attention was on a group of beings that he didn't see very often. Every legendary and mythical pokémon he'd met and battled on his adventures.

The Kantonian Legendary Birds, Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres.

The Legendary Beasts, Raikou, Entei, and Suicune.

The Tower Duo, Lugia and Ho-Oh.

The Weather Trio, Kyogre, Groudon, and Rayquaza.

The Lake Guardians, Uxie, Mesprit, and Azelf.

The Creation Trio, Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina.

Cresselia.

The Swords of Justice, Cobalion, Terrakion, Virizion, and Keldeo.

Zekrom and Reshiram.

The Aura Trio, Xerneas, Yveltal, and Zygarde.

Solgaleo and Lunala, also known as Nebby.

The Hero Duo, Zacian and Zamazenta.

Calyrex and his Tusty Steeds, Glastrier and Spectrier.

To top them all off was Arceus, or at least an avatar of Arceus.

"Well, this is unexpected. But I can't say I'm not glad to see you all again." Emmet said with a smile forming on his face as he approached the recently arrived legendary pokémon. They too were pleased to see him again.

"It is great to see you again, young Emmet." Lugia telepathically said as the trainer reached up and rubbed her nose, feeling the thick feathers that covered her form. He had a bit of extended history with her, involving his journey through Johto and later on in the Orre region, when Cipher turned her into a shadow pokémon. Their bond grew much deeper as he worked tirelessly to find a way to purify her, and help her remember who she truly is. Never did he ever think he would see such a powerful pokémon brought down to tears. "My, my. You've grown since we last met." The legendary bird nuzzled him playfully.

"It hasn't even been that long, especially for someone as you who's lived on for many lifetimes before me." He pulled away and moved on, reaching up and petting Giratina's head who kneeled down for him to reach. "Hope things haven't gotten too boring without me around?"

"We've been watching you for some time." Giratina hummed her response. "You've certainly kept things interesting for awhile. I'm surprised you're not dead yet."

"What can I say, I ain't easy to put down."

"That much is most certainly true." Yveltal commented, having witnessed him while a teen literally stare death itself in the face, her own embodiment, and come out just fine. Though Xerneas may've had a hand in that, not that the Pokémon of Death was complaining. She too grew fond of the human. "Despite your carelessness sometimes, you have a serious knack for cheating death." The legendary half giggled.

"Wait, you cheated death?" A male voice asked, being the young Keldeo. "When was this?"

"At this point, I doubt this idiot could even remember." Faith jabbed at her trainer which made him feint a look of hurt at his partner. She always went into a fit whenever he pulled off one of his death defying stunts. "Even then, it's probably best you don't know."

"Ha, well what do you know! You two actually do share something in common!" Terrakion laughed which earned a scornful look from Virizion. A so and so second encounter with Kyurem involved the near death of younger Keldeo. It just so happened Emmet was around to step in and get involved, which inevitably led him to meet and challenge the Swords of Justice.

"Speaking of near death experiences, it seems Kyurem is still lurking in his den?" By all honesty, that dragon was his absolute least favorite pokémon, and for good reason. Both Reshiram and Zeckrom shuttered at the mention of him.

"For the best, all things considered." The Vast White Pokémon commented. Neither she or her Deep Black counterpart liked the Boundary Pokémon. That thing would literally kill a child and not show any remorse whatsoever. Which was one of the reasons Emmet never used him, even after he challenged and caught that monster.

"So anyway, not that you aren't welcome, why're you all here?" Emmet asked, getting to the question that was on his mind. "It's not often that a majority of all legendary pokémon show up out of nowhere."

Nebby, the Lunala shrugged before telepathically speaking her answer. "We had a feeling. We're not sure what, but something made us all think about you. Next thing we know, we all want to see you again, and now here we are." The Moone Pokémon couldn't explain the sensation in proper words. Sure she missed Emmet when they had to part ways. They both bonded pretty well while she was still a cosmog stashed away in Lillie's bag, and he came to her rescue after being forced to open an ultra wormhole and being possessed by Necrozma. They both partook and won the first ever pokémon league held in the Alola region. Her eventual release was quite sad, but she would always consider herself as one of his pokémon. "I actually missed you, a lot."

Emmet smiled and approached Nebby, rubbing her along her head crest where she like it most. "So did I Nebby, and I bet Lillie does too."

"That is the reason for why I am here specifically." A neutral sounding voice stated, being the avatar of Arceus. "When they all started feeling their desire to see you again, I felt a great disturbance. That cannot be a coincidence."

"Do you have any idea what it is then?" Emmet knew Arceus was basically the god of the universe. He actually saw it's true form before fighting the very same avatar standing before him in the Hall of Origin. He lost, which was expected, going up against a God. But his determination in himself and his team was enough to impress the Alpha Pokémon, so he granted him command over the avatar, which he could summon at will whenever.

Surprisingly, Arceus shook it's head. "No, I do not know what has caused this. The source continues to elude me, so until I can determine the cause, I will remain and watch over closely."

"If you say so." That was a little concerning for Emmet. Though with Arceus around, what could possibly go wrong? "So, any of you hungry? I was about to start cooking before you all showed up." At the mention of food, every pokémon in the general area turned and licked their lips, ready for their serving of his cooking. If he couldn't win over their hearts with words and promises, his cooking did the job just fine.

"Hopefully I can make enough for a few more mouths."