As I lay under the cool shade of the towering tree in the Champion Tower at the Orange Archipelago, I couldn't help but feel a warm sense of contentment. Nestled closely to my boyfriend Squirtle, I could feel his gentle breaths and the beat of his heart, soothing me with each rhythmic pulse. The tranquil atmosphere embraced us, providing a sanctuary from the bustling world beyond.

Around us, a vibrant tapestry of colors unfolded. The island's beauty revealed itself in full glory. Lush green foliage stretched as far as the eye could see, punctuated by vibrant flowers that bloomed in a riot of hues. The salty scent of the nearby ocean mixed with the sweet fragrance of tropical fruits, creating an intoxicating aroma that filled the air.

The Champion Tower stood majestically, a testament to the strength and accomplishments of our human companion, Ash Ketchum. Its walls gleamed with a golden hue, reflecting the warm sunlight that bathed the entire archipelago. From our vantage point, we could see the vast expanse of the Orange Archipelago, a collection of picturesque islands adorned with palm trees swaying gently in the breeze.

As I gazed around, my heart swelled with joy at the sight of our fellow pokemon. They played, trained, and rested in perfect harmony, their camaraderie evident in their interactions. Minun and Plusle, with their electrifying energy, led the charge, their cheeks crackling with static as he playfully zapped their friends. Pidgeot, with wings outstretched, soared through the sky, creating an awe-inspiring display of strength and grace. Above us, the Flying-types put on a breathtaking show. Like a synchronized dance, Skarmory, Altaria, and the majestic Dragonite weaved through the air, their movements orchestrated flawlessly. The sky became a canvas, painted with streaks of color and patterns, as the pokemon showcased their aerial prowess.

Jolteon, my dear niece, had chosen to stay in the Orange Archipelago to train under the guidance of Ash's eeveelutions. She had found solace and companionship in her oniichan Tyranitar and her new boyfriend Glaceon. The trio laughed and shared stories, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment. It warmed my heart to witness the happiness that radiated from their interactions.

In this moment, surrounded by the serene beauty of the Orange Archipelago and the harmonious chaos of Ash's pokemon, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the bond I shared with Squirtle, for the adventures we had embarked on together, and for the friendships that enriched our lives. It was a peaceful afternoon, a moment frozen in time, where love, joy, and tranquility intertwined into a tapestry of blissful existence.

A peaceful afternoon that was destroyed by the sudden appearance of Ash's elite team, as they suddenly teleported before us. Glarian Slowking and Slowbro eyes glowing with psychic power as they flanked the team. The smile that had began to form on my face, slipped when the scent hit my nose. That was the scent of blood... off blood shed by my friends. They were clean without a drop of it on their bodies, but I could still scent it. They had been drench with it.

What in the Distortion World had happened on that mission?! Why were they so immaculate while the scent of blood lingered in the air?

My gaze turned towards my fellow pokemon, and I could see the confusion and concern mirrored in their eyes. Charizard, Espeon, Pikachu, and Lucario materialized before us, their presence commanding and tinged with an air of urgency. It was evident that they had been through something harrowing, something that demanded their utmost strength and skill. The weight of their experiences hung heavy in the air, and our collective worry intensified. However, what had everyone acting out, was the unconscious Ash on Charizard's arms.

Instinctively, I knew I had to take charge, to calm the growing restlessness and anxiety that swept through our group. I stood up, my leaves rustling with determination, and addressed my fellow pokemon. "Everyone, please, let us not jump to conclusions. Our friends have returned, and though their appearance may be startling, we must give them the chance to explain."

As their gazes turned towards me, a mix of emotions flickered in their eyes—fear, anger, and a desperate need for answers. Pikachu, usually full of boundless energy, now wore a grave expression, his fur crackling with restrained tension. Charizard, usually fierce and unyielding, had a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, a shadow of the battles he had faced. Espeon's typically calm demeanor seemed frayed around the edges, her psychic aura wavering ever so slightly. And Lucario, the embodiment of nobility, showed a subtle tremor in his aura, betraying the turmoil within.

I took a deep breath, mustering all the strength and composure I could. "We must be patient, my friends," I urged, my voice steady yet filled with empathy. "Our companions have faced a great trial, and they may need time to gather their thoughts and emotions. Let us give them the space they need to recover, and when they are ready, they will share their experiences with us."

The tension in the air began to dissipate, albeit slowly, as my words resonated with the others. They understood the importance of granting our friends the opportunity to process their ordeal. The questions still lingered, the desire for answers burned within us, but for now, we had to trust in the bond we shared with Ash and his elite team. As the minutes ticked by, we formed a protective circle around the returning pokemon, offering them comfort and support. We stayed close, not uttering a word, but our presence alone conveyed our unwavering solidarity. And so, we waited, our hearts heavy with concern but fortified by the strength of our friendship.

As time passed, Ash began to stir, his eyes fluttering open. We all watched him intently, knowing that he would soon awaken to the reality of what had transpired. Pikachu, Charizard, Espeon, and Lucario stood beside me, their expressions a mix of anticipation and concern. Ash's eyes met mine, and for a moment, I saw the confusion and sorrow etched upon his face.

Taking a step forward, Pikachu, with his voice slightly trembling, began to recount the events that had unfolded. He spoke of Ash's impulsive decision to rescue Alain, disregarding protocol and venturing into Team Flare's stronghold alone. He described the scene of devastation, the battle that ensued, and the fierce determination of each pokemon to protect their trainer.

Charizard, his voice low and steady, detailed the encounter with Lysandre, his body severed by Pikachu's Iron Tail. He spoke of the imminent threat and how they had acted swiftly to eliminate it, not only for Ash's sake but for the safety of everyone involved.

Espeon, her voice filled with empathy, explained the artificial sleep induced upon Ash, ensuring his safety while they fought. She spoke of the immense power they unleashed, the sacrifices made to secure their victory. She spoke of Savage's appearance, causing many of us to gasp in shock and how Charizard burned him alive. Wasn't he in prison?

Lucario, his voice calm but tinged with sorrow, described the loss of lives, the destruction left in their wake, and the guilt that weighed heavily upon their hearts. He spoke of the profound love and devotion they felt for Ash, which compelled them to act with such ferocity.

As they finished recounting their story, a heavy silence enveloped us all. Ash's gaze moved from one pokemon to another, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude, understanding, and remorse. Tears welled up in his eyes, and without hesitation, he walked towards each of them, embracing them tightly, one by one.

"I... I'm so sorry," Ash's voice quivered, his words choked with emotion. "I never wanted any of you to bear this burden. I never wanted anyone to get hurt because of me."

Pikachu, his cheeks wet with tears, nuzzled against Ash's cheek, offering comfort and reassurance. The other pokemon, too, pressed closer, expressing their forgiveness and unwavering support. It was a poignant moment, a testament to the power of our bond, and the unbreakable ties that bound us together. I watched the scene unfold, my heart swelling with a mix of emotions. I felt a profound sadness for the pain they had endured and the weight they now carried.

Stepping forward, I placed my head on Ash's lap, my voice filled with warmth and understanding. "Ash, they acted out of love and loyalty. They fought to protect you, and in doing so, they unleashed their true power. They did what any of us would have done for you."

Ash looked up at me, his eyes searching for reassurance. "I... I don't know if I can bear the weight of this. The lives lost... the destruction caused."

I nodded, my voice gentle but firm. "Ash, it is natural to feel remorse and sadness, but remember that they made their choices willingly. They understood the risks and acted with unwavering determination to safeguard you and those they hold dear. It is a testament to the bond you share, the trust they have in you as their trainer."

I could see a glimmer of understanding in Ash's eyes, a flicker of resolve that started to replace the heaviness of guilt. His gaze shifted to his pokemon, his voice filled with determination. "I will honor their actions, their unwavering loyalty. I will carry the weight forward and fight for a better future, a world where no one has to suffer because of the darkness."

Pikachu, Charizard, Espeon, and Lucario nodded in unison, their eyes filled with pride and love for their trainer. It was a silent agreement, a shared commitment to face the challenges ahead together.

What will happen now? How will we be able to move on from this? To heal? Ash was already delicate lately as it was, adding this now...

As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over us, I looked towards the ocean with trepidation.